Chapter 32 Tease

• The sun's rays filtered through the open window, lighting up the room and waking her up. The sun was shining brightly outside, and her lids flutter opened and closed several times as her eyes adjusted to the brightness. She took a look around and discovered an empty room. The curtains were slightly parted over the open window, allowing light and fresh air in. She slid out of bed slowly, allowing her stiff muscles to adjust. She stood in front of the window, soaking in the cool autumn breeze. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, flowing in the autumn breeze and his scent that surrounded her. Her cheeks are flushed with a light pink blush as she recalls the events of the previous night. She had lost control over her mind and things happened. She sighed and entered the restroom. She took off her shirt and stepped under the showerhead. As cold water washed away every trace of sweat, stiffness, and tiredness in her muscles, she sighed and closed her eyes.
• Her thoughts returned to the letter and the assassins. And, of course, what Meatpacker had said. He's in desperate need of blood! He's not going to stop until he gets what he wants. The mere thought caused her to close her eyes and clench her fist. She slammed her fist into the wall and blinked open her eyes.
• "I've become frail!" She grumbled to herself.