Alora kept tossing and turning on the bed in restlessness but sleep was far away from her. No, she didn't crave sleep but riddance of the thing which had taken place on her skin on her body. The mark, the heat.
With a cry of frustration she sat upright. With trembling hands, she wiped the sweat from her face and neck. Her clothes were drenched too.
With a sigh she took a look at the Couch where Crimson was supposed to sleep but He was not there. She frowned and looked at the balcony, but it was closed too.
Taking off the duvet, she got out of bed and called his name, "Crimson!"
Her own voice echoed around the room walls in the middle of night.
"Had he left because of my heat!" She wondered in murmur and pressed her forehead.
With an angry sigh, she rubbed her mark which pricked her more. Alora decided to find Crimson as sleep was not coming to her. She needed distraction and who could be better than her fake mate.