Since Raven was drunk, he stumbled backward until he ran into the wall, standing there with his gaze fixed on the floor.

Though the room was silent, Azzmi could hear the rapid beat of her own heart and her heavy breathing. It took her a moment to steady herself as she processed the fact that Raven was standing there because of her.

“I’ll start with the obvious,” she said, her voice strained, as she stepped closer to him. “I’m past my fertile window. That’s why this shouldn’t even ...