Chapter 41 Incapable Lips
- Vinorca Jona POV
- “Sit here, Vinorca.” He pointed to the sofa, then dropped into the oversized chair across the table, claiming it like a throne.
- I was still knotted up from whatever had just happened. My head throbbed, thoughts slipping and colliding, but I sank onto the cushion where he’d indicated. My body moved on its own, even while resentment coiled tight in my chest.