Chapter 11 Death To The Priestess

• **Ayra's POV**
• He said I'd be fine, held my gaze, and told me I'd be alright. Could he have been lying? I tried to read his eyes, which were always blank, except for the occasional darkening of his grays when angry. I had no idea what he was thinking.
• I wrapped my sheets around my body and carefully trailed into the bathroom. This same bathroom he had gone in and changed entirely. Quickly, I bathed and got away from his scent before it pushed me back into seas of unwanted memories.