Rory opened her eyes—and found herself staring straight into Xarion's frost-laced, strikingly handsome face.
His white hair spilled across the bed, and he gazed at her quietly.
When he saw that she was awake, his glass-like eyes blinked once, and a faint smile slowly spread through them.
"Female Master, you're awake." His voice was weak as ever, yet it carried a rare note of delight—almost excitement. "Can we form a bond now?"
The sooner the better. Quick and clean. He wanted it done.
"Xarion?" Behind Rory, Yuel stirred awake. Still groggy, he looked at the man who had somehow appeared on Rory's bed, confusion clouding his eyes.
Why was Xarion here?
Rory looked at Xarion—who was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts—then turned her head to glance at Yuel's arm draped possessively around her waist.
Her sluggish brain rebooted instantly. "Xarion, what are you doing in my bed?!"
She reacted without thinking and kicked him off.
