21

Sitting in the dining room, Sonya toyed with the breakfast she had made. After waking up earlier than usual, her dream leaving her with a lonely and hollow feeling, she found her way into the kitchen to fix herself some comfort food.

It had been a long time since she had last spoken about Dorian, and bringing him up while she was in the middle of a wickedly hot wet dream. Talk about a way to dampen the mood. Not that it seemed to matter. In fact, she would even go so far as to say that it had motivated her prince. His need to erase her pain-filled memories of her past with images of his luscious body had been his top priority. And for a while it had worked, until she woke up and was faced with a very depressing reality.

Sighing, she pushed her plate away from her.

“Not hungry?”