Aselia's POV
I couldn't sleep that night. Not for a second, what the hell was wrong with me? I kept thinking about how he had embraced me, the warmth he emitted, and how softly he stroked my hair. These feelings and emotions, where were they coming from? I needed to get my priorities straight or I won't be able to focus on my mission.
I knew Yurian would make contact with me tomorrow. I had to go upstairs, maybe I could make an excuse to visit Madam Marci in order to acquire some juice at the allocated time. Yes, that would work. I knew we had to go through the lobby to reach the kitchen, so that would be a perfect time.
I planned everything as best as I could before finally drifting off to the realm of sleep. The next morning Frila brought me my breakfast and we conversed for a while. She told me Xiran had gone on some urgent business and wasn't at the hotel. It was an optimum opportunity for me to make contact with Yurian. The timing was the key, I had to be very precise.
