Chapter 116. Stealing Under A Spell: pt. 2

For a fleeting moment, guilt brushed Esmeray’s chest—but it was gone just as quickly. Survival didn’t have room for pity, not when every choice in her life had been soaked in blood and necessity.

The ghost of that guilt felt like a fleeting whisper in the hollow of her ribs, a chill that crawled over her skin and vanished before she could name it. The scent of damp earth and iron still clung faintly to her clothes—a reminder of the grave choices that had carved her into what she was.

Not sparing them another glance Esmeray turned towards the bed. Stripping off her damp shirt Esmeray slipped on the beautiful gown. Even if it was a little loose at the waist it made it up by clinging to Esmeray’s fuller breasts.

The fabric whispered against her skin, cool and smooth like liquid moonlight. Tiny golden threads caught the flickering candlelight, dancing over her curves. She smoothed her hands down the gown and inhaled the faint scent of lavender that lingered in the thre