Arella had run away.
She peeked down the hallway, conscious of anyone who might have heard her. Thinking back, she had been very loud, and the meeting room was obviously not soundproof if the laughter she had heard when going in was anything to go by.
She released a sigh she hadn't realized she was holding. It had happened again, she had been swept up in her feelings to jump him.
She needed to breathe away from him. At the very least, when she was away from him, she could make good decisions. Decisions that did not consist of her jumping the demon king and locking them both up in a room for hours.
Her cheeks flushed as she remembered his words. Was he serious? He wanted them to do it outside more than in their chambers. Was he mental?
Hot liquid dripped down her thigh, and she realized that she was not wearing underwear. Or rather, he had tore her underwear. She was not sure if he even knew that he had done it.