MONICA’S POV

Leaving Greenwood trembling back inside that room was almost satisfying, but I didn't have time to savor his humiliation. The idiot had wasted enough of my night already. I had wanted to do this the very minute he raised his useless voice on me but it felt much better doing it after getting a good good fuck.

I slipped out through the postern gate, wrapping my cloak tightly around my shoulders as I moved into the treeline. The forest surrounding Moonlit was thick and quiet, the moonlight barely cutting through the dense canopy above. I didn't need a torch. My blood knew the path, pulled forward by a...