She shouldnāt have been surprised. As a master he had every right to fill his time and his bed with other women but it hurt none the less to see him so in love with another woman. His back had been to her which is how sheād managed to run off without Jace seeing her.Ā
Now she stood at the bar, wiping at the persistent tears that fell. She forced them back as much as she could, only feeling one or two slide down her cheek. Sheād been warned about this. She was told she wouldnāt be enough for him, as a slave and as a vessel. She had no reason to be so shocked and hurt, she should have prepared.
Now she was left with a strange mix of heart ache and lust.
āThree shots please,ā she asked the bartender and tried to focus on the task at hand, getting drunk enough to forget what she just saw. All the while she fidgeted in her revealing silk dress, uncomfortable with the growing heat inside of her. It was growing more intense by the second. Even as a stranger took a place at the bar beside her, their accidental brush against her arm drew out a desperate and needy gasp. How could she be so lustful with tears in her eyes?