Troubled Morpheus

Morpheus' body burned for more, his raging desires threatening to ignite whatever is left of his sanity.

The guestroom was filled with Ember's sweet scent, and it was so strong that he himself was like a man being intoxicated. If he wanted to keep his wits with him, he needed to get out of that room fast.

Morpheus almost ran to the yard, and as soon as he stepped out of the thatched house, he took a big gulp of fresh air. The cold breeze carrying the scent of the flowers on the valley somewhat helped to calm his nerves. 

Baruel saw him from the window of the kitchen. "The Commander is out."

"Good. The antidote is ready as well so we can give it to Lady Ember."

"I will inform the Commander."