Chapter Eighty-Eight: Thank the Goddess

Marko

“It will pass?”

The sweetness on his tongue from her blood was fading, and so was her scent that he engraved on his skin; again, the panic at the sense that she was slipping from him returned to his gut.

“Did you just say ‘it will pass’?”

He asked.

“Yes, matters of the heart, you know…yada yada…it’s not you, it’s me...”

Her words were so dismissive that he almost anticipated she would toss a few notes to him and ask him to buy himself something nice.

Was she...was she serious?

She groaned at something before bending to slide her now-wet underwear from her centre. Another groan escaped her as she visibly looked around for a place to stash it.

“Do you want this?”

That she would offer his seed back to him was no surprise; her words, on the other hand, were.

He was certain their relationship would go back to what it was after Red Graw, that they would fight each other, to fall into each other, only with more passion because he saw a glimpse of what she hid so beautifull