Chapter 88 A Midnight Return

Oriana watched the maid's retreating back for a moment, but exhaustion won out.

She yawned again, got up to wash, and went to bed. She truly was worn out from the long day.

Her head had barely touched the pillow before she sank into a deep sleep.

In her dreams, someone was pinching her cheek, not gently.

Rough fingertips were rubbing insistently against her lips, a tingling, annoying sensation.