The Fifth Moon's Wolf (The Fifth Moon's Tales) by Monica La Porta

Author:Monica La Porta [La Porta, Monica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-04-18T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Her first high tea was a success, but Mirella was of the mind to change the schedule from once a week to once a month. Especially if her husband showed up and required her to sing before everyone each time.

The experience had been exhilarating though. Several hours later, her heart still raced against her ribcage, and she felt full of energy.

Valentine had remained for another hour, then left with Dragon. Adris’ merchants had requested a meeting with the High Lord to discuss interplanetary commerce. Before departing, he brought her fingers to his lips for a gallant kiss.

After a light dinner she consumed in her quarters, she dismissed Laura for the night.

Looking at the point of her black shoes, the girl pleaded, “Blessed Bride, I can’t leave you—”

Mirella sighed. “I won’t go anywhere. Don’t worry.”

The girl still didn’t move. “Should you change your mind—”

“I’ll make sure to wake you.”

Once her lady’s maid was finally gone, Mirella retired to the en-suite bathroom and ran a wild lavender scented bath. Before entering the warm water, she took a long look at herself in the cheval mirror by the sink. Valentine had marked her externally, but he was also changing her inside, and she couldn’t understand how or why he had such power over her.

She relaxed in the tub, a cup of valerian and chamomile blossoms on the tray next to her. Between sips of the calming brew, her mind kept going back to the enigma that was her wolf. He was a knight one moment, and a beast the next. She couldn’t deny she was equally attracted to both sides of Valentine, but she was also disconcerted by how fast her attachment to him had been growing in such a short amount of time.

As the bath soothed her tense body, she used a soft sponge to lather her skin with soap, caressing her mounds and valleys. Memories of her husband’s expert hands filled her thoughts. She closed her eyes and imagined that her fingers were his, but it wasn’t the same.

Frustrated, she ended her bath short and went to dry herself before the roaring fireplace. Looking at the painting calmed her somewhat, and once she wasn’t dripping water any longer, she lay on the bench.

Coral’s deep pink rays woke her the next morning. Again, Laura had covered her during the night. Breakfast was waiting for her in the breakfast nook. Wrapping the blanket tight around her shoulders, Mirella walked to the high table and hopped on the white leather stool.

Carrying folded clothes in her arms, a servant girl followed Laura into the bedroom. The servant girl noticed Mirella before Laura did, and bowed low.

Laura steered the girl out of the room, saying, “I apologize, Blessed Bride. I thought you were still sleeping.”

Mirella had enough of the constant bowing and apologizing done around her. “The girl can stay. Finish what you are doing.” When two sets of horrified eyes stared back at her, she added, “I don’t mind her presence, and I actually like to see human beings once in a while.

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