Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Mirah

I woke up slowly, and felt the bed for Zeke.

“Awake, Princess?” A voice that wasn't Zeke's, said. My grogginess vanished as I turned towards where it came from.

“Who are you?” I asked the white-haired young man who was sitting on the edge of the bed. His brown eyes stared down at me in a way that made me want to do all his bidding.

Instead of giving a response to my question, he chuckled.

“Relax, I won't hurt you.” He leaned his hand, and pushed away a lock of my hair which had slipped down. I flinched at his touch and that served to amuse him.

I looked around warily. The room was very much like Zeke's bedroom, where we had sex last night. At the thought, my cheeks colored crimson.

“He hasn't marked you, has he?” The guy's amused voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I jerked my head towards him, and pushed against the headboard. I was aware that I was pretty much naked beneath the black duvet.

“I can't answer any of your questions if you