After Ciara saw me naked, I wanted to bury myself alive. What the hell just happened? My heart was pounding as I stepped into the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away the embarrassment. How could I have been so careless?
But more importantly, why did her gaze linger on me like that? It made my skin tingle in a way I wasn't ready to acknowledge.
I took my time in the shower, trying to regain my composure. When I finally got out, Ciara was gone. Thank the heavens for small mercies. I dressed quickly, choosing a conservative outfit that made me feel like I had armor on. I couldn't afford to think about her—about us—right now. I had work to do.
The journey to Leora's castle was uneventful, but my mind was anything but. Flashes of Ciara's smirk, the way she'd looked at me—like she wanted to devour me—kept intruding on my thoughts. By the time I arrived, I was already exhausted.