Chapter • 64

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱

"Stay..." I asked even though I knew she probably wouldn’t be, but to my surprise, Asra stayed.

She lay on the bed and when I realized, her fingers slipped through my hair and that touch calmed me like nothing had ever calmed me before.

My face sank into Asra’s neck before I knew it and when her floral scent invaded my nostrils, it was as if I could feel at home - like in those flowery fields or in the garden.

Not the garden of Eden, not in those nightmares with Michael, but... in that garden where the colored-haired girl always found me. I could almost feel the warmth of the sun touching my skin.

There... I simply fell asleep, finally realizing how heavy and sleepy my body really was; but how could I have a sense of something like this when commonly the body could not even be considered mine.

That night I had nothing left but rest, a deep sleep, bathed in the perfume of the duchess who in so many lives had tried to kill me.

It was ironic, right? It