The next morning, I got ready for work, wearing a nude dress with one sleeve and carrying my leather handbag. The assistant chef immediately handed me my favorite lemongrass tea as soon as I entered the kitchen. 

"Thank you," I said, drinking it. I looked up the floor and turned to the door when a familiar scent hits me. 

"Morning," Azriel greeted, they gave him dark coffee and he sat in front of me. 

"You have bags under your eyes," he commented, 

"Didn't have a good sleep?"

"No, mostly because I spent my evening being chased in the woods, what was that?" Now that I'm thinking about it, something was...