CHAPTER 85 Clear The Mind

  ~ CASIMIR ~

  "Oh!"

  I jolted awake the next morning, sitting up quickly, and felt the weight of Jesse tumble from my shoulder because she'd been laying her head there.

  Still foggy and uncertain, I scanned the room to find Ghere standing a few steps inside the doorway, dry-washing his hands, an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry, Sire, but it's urgent."

  I frowned. Why was he-

  "What's going on?" Jesse's voice was disoriented and husky with sleep and desire bolted from behind my navel, straight to my groin.

  But as Ghere averted his eyes, I realized why he'd apologized.

  I quickly grabbed the quilt and pulled it up over her naked breasts, giving a little grunt when they rubbed my knuckles as they disappeared.

  "What is it, Ghere?" I said without looking at him, my voice low and rough from screaming in the night… and other things.