Chapter 15
- I woke up from a gentle caress on my cheek. Even though I kept my eyes closed, I knew that Valjerome's presence was on my side based on the mixed scent of wine and his perfume.
- He didn't speak. He just kept stroking my face as if he's memorizing every part of it.
- Even though I want to be angry with him, I'm more consumed by weakness. What can my anger do?