The next morning, Roxy felt like dying and returning to her world.
The cabin was silent, but she clearly remembered what happened yesterday, and so he woke up today, deciding not to give a fuck anymore about this system.
The air was cool, though the lingering scent of the previous night still clung to the furs of the bed like a ghost, hunting Roxy.
Roxy sat up, her body aching in a way that was both pleasurable and terrifying. She touched her neck where Kaelen had marked her, then her lips where she had tasted the venom.
The memory of her own voice begging them, the sheer loss of control, made her shiver.
I am losing myself, she thought, panic tightening her chest.
She wasn't just a woman anymore. And last night proved that her own biology was traitorous. If she stayed, she would be swallowed whole by this world, forgetting where she originally came from.
"We have to go," she whispered to the empty room.
