The world snapped back into focus.
One second, Kaida was staring at the dark silhouette of the crumbling manor against the early morning sky, Viktor's cock still buried deep inside her twitching pussy as he carried her through the garden like some kind of trophy.
The next—
Warm air. Flickering candlelight. The scent of sex and sweat instead of herbs and pond water.
Her red eyes went wide, pupils shrinking to pinpoints as her brain struggled to process what the fuck just happened.
"...Husband?"
The voice came from her right. Soft. Confused. Shocked.
Kaida's head whipped around so fast her short red hair flew across her face.
Mira sat on the edge of the bed, fully dressed in her plain brown dress, green eyes huge and disbelieving. Her mouth hung open slightly, one hand frozen halfway to her chest like she'd been about to clutch at her heart.
On her left—
