Chapter 48. Information

Soren POV

Ayla is lying on the floor, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling slowly, her expression tired but also satisfied. I take a deep breath because I want to touch her, but I won't, I would never do it without her consent.

Strïth was very creative in his ways of making Ayla come, but what annoys me most is knowing that he took all the credit, when I was the one who kept him on the right track, balancing his instincts... I had to stop him several times, but Ayla won't know that any time soon.

'Stop complaining, you've won something too.' Strïth said, outraged. 'Although we can't read her thoughts, now you'll be able to understand her feelings better.'

I rolled my eyes and calmly began to get dressed and then to dress Ayla, taking care not to wake her, but I'm not going to leave this garden with her naked either.

'And you lied to her that it's your garden. I replied angrily. 'I started this garden...'

'Then I continued.' Strïth rolled