Afterglow

Talia POV

Talia woke up with the kind of smile that made her cheeks hurt. She lay there for a minute in the lumpy little cot, staring at the cracked ceiling of the shack Hilda had given her.

Lucius’s scent was still all over her—earthy, smoky, that wild musk that clung to her skin like a secret.

She hadn’t washed it off. Didn’t want to. Every time she moved, it hit her again and sent a warm flush