Meanwhile, in another room, a few corridors away from where Zayd and Lilith were, sat a young woman dressed in nothing but a robe. It was Ava.
She sat on the bed, waiting for a particular someone, though her heart was heavy with sorrow. If only she could make him love her, perhaps their nights of cold, loveless intimacy would finally end. She had known, the moment she agreed to be his bed warmer, that there would be no turning back and that she had forfeited the right to ask for anything. But still, she wished time could be undone.
Snapping her out of her thoughts, the door creaked open to reveal Elijah stepping inside, his eyes not even grazing her form. Not that she expected them to, but she still ached for the day he might look her way, even if just for a fleeting moment.
"Get on the bed," came his command as he stripped, his fingers swiftly undoing layers of fabric. As the last piece fell to the floor, he approached the bed and frowned when he saw her still seated.
