Chapter 182. Not His Lover

Chantel Raven

I haven't changed my outfit since this morning, and it's not terrible, but it doesn't exactly scream royal vitality. I casually take my hair out of the updo and let it down. There, that's somewhat better.

Zillah, the blonde, extends her hand to me. "Oh! I forgot. You're terrified of that. Fool me," she laughs.

Okay, let's rewind. In my thoughts, I'd already killed her. Let's take it back and refrain from passing judgment.

"I'm not frightened. I just don't like it," I grin.

Maeve laughs. "Excuse us; that's all we've heard about you. That you don't touch others. Lexcis performed poorly. Knowing him and his libido, this must be difficult for him. Well, not that hard," she continues to chuckle. That might have been a joke about 'he's not getting sex, so he's not getting hard.' Or maybe she meant, 'You're too unattractive to make him hard!' Also, does anyone know him? A very subtle way of letting me know they've been intimate.

Regardless,