Jessamae POV
Warm hands tenderly caress Jessamae, and she inhales a familiar musky scent intermingled with the crisp aroma of rain. "You're all f*****g mine, Witch."
A sudden thud in the room above her jolts her awake. Hanzo. She must be dreaming about him again. He's been absent for such a long time now.
She forces her eyes open, sleep still tugging at the corners of her consciousness, disoriented from the abrupt departure from her most erotic dreams. She wonders when that lingering sensation will finally fade.
Exhaustion clings to her muscles like a heavy shroud as she drags herself upright to get her bearings. She sweeps her gaze across the darkened room, searching for Reed or Duke, but finds they are nowhere in sight. She scratches her head in confusion. That doesn't make any sens
