Soren POV

Ayla is lying on the floor, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling slowly, her expression tired but also satisfied. I take a deep breath because I want to touch her, but I won't, I would never do it without her consent.

Strïth was very creative in his ways of making Ayla come, but what annoys me most is knowing that he took all the credit, when I was the one who kept him on the right track, balancing his instincts... I had to stop him several times, but Ayla won't know that any time soon.

'Stop complaining, you've won something too.' Strïth said, outraged. 'Although we...