“Seriously, the chamber reeks!” Melva complained the moment she stepped into Althea’s bedchamber.

Althea quickly pulled the quilt over her face in embarrassment and didn’t bother responding. She simply lay still, waiting for Melva to prepare her bath. Her body still felt sticky—Gavriel had kissed and licked her all over, and just the memory made her face flush hot.

Her whole body was sore, her limbs heavy with exhaustion, and yet she had barely moved from her bedchamber all ...