The consequences of her actions hit her like a ton of bricks, her face as pale as the moon at its brightest. She scrambled away from Rylen, pulling down her dress until her arms hurt, and her expression only got worse and worse as shame filled her until it overflowed.
"Caira," Rylen called, his voice filled with concern.
She lifted her head to look at him; his shirt was undone, his skin slightly red in spots where she had held on too tight, and memories of what she had done filled her mind. Caira tore her face away from him and fled out of the library.
"Caira!" Rylen yelled.
She picked up the pace, knowing he couldn't come after her—he still needed to adjust his clothes and she needed to get away before then. She walked out of the library to see her maid, Mara, standing just at the entrance.
"My lady," she called with a frown, clearly seeing that Caira was upset.
