The moon hung low above the Ghost Village, casting an eerie glow through the high windows of the palace. The soft breath of the night wind barely stirred the curtains, and silence cloaked the hallways like a shadow.
Inside Kreper's chamber, the only sound was her gentle, rhythmic breathing as she slept, her body curled beneath the silken sheets. Her cheeks were flushed, a faint smile still lingering on her lips from their earlier union.
He stared at her large breasts but was not going to act like a slut and do anything while she was asleep. He turned away.
Dominic sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, watching her. There was a strange mix of guilt and pride swirling in his chest. She had given herself freely to him, her loyalty unquestionable now—but that wasn't what lingered most in his mind. What consumed him was the looming threat of Coris, and the message that her betrayal had only been the beginning.
