Zora’s POV
I blinked away the remnants of a restless night's sleep, my mind still burdened by the shame and confusion that had plagued me. If I was being very honest with myself, it was mostly shame from enjoying throughly pleasing myself and reliving how the memories of Lucian touching himself seemed to ignite a fire in me that made me question my sanity. As I slowly came to terms with my actions, Gwen's voice cut through the haze, her tone both concerned and soothing.
"Zora, are you awake?" she asked gently, her face reflecting genuine concern, like it always did. I wondered how she was still able to be so soft and gentle while living here and was grateful that she was untouched by horrors of life. Horrors that I had experienced first hand.
I nodded, though I couldn't bring myself to
