Adina walked through the hallways, wincing at the dull throb between her legs. Her body still ached from the aftershocks of Thorne's rut. There were still bruises on her hips, bite marks on her shoulders, claw marks healed but visible. Honestly, she probably looked like she'd been dragged backward through war.
But she'd never felt better. She smiled to herself.
Two days of sleep, food, and baths had helped her recover just enough to finally step out of their quarters. Thorne hadn't allowed her out of his sight for those two days. He treated her like she was sick. Which, maybe she was.
Adina licked her lips nervously as she neared the door. She wasn't sure why she was nervous; no one would really notice she was gone for the past week and a half. But after what she and Thorne had done… maybe she should be a little anxious.
She adjusted the oversized cloak she'd thrown over herself, it was Thorne's, of course, and made her way toward the maids' quarters where she knew Kora would be.
