Just like that, I watch her, admiring her.
Ahh…
My leg's practically shimmering now, glistening with too much oil.
But honestly?
I don't care.
If it means I get to watch Morvena like this, then she can keep oiling my leg like a chef glazing a roast for the midwinter banquet. Over and over. Endlessly.
There's something oddly soothing about it… and deeply dangerous too.
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The truth is… I've always been drawn to beautiful women.
And I've never been bothered to pretend otherwise. Not once. Not when the whispers began, not when the rumors spread like wildfire, not even when the clergy muttered about how it must be the demon blood corrupting me, twisting me, staining my soul, flipping my sense of right and wrong.
Still, I let them whisper, I let them say what they will.
Yes, I like women.
So what?
