Chapter 39
Vanya
My eyes snapped open at lightning speed the moment I felt movement on my chest.
And then—Kross.
His face. Right there. Inches from mine. His brows were furrowed, lips slightly parted like he was concentrating on something.
What the hell?
Was he trying to undress me?
I blinked, stunned, my thoughts scrambling to catch up with my surroundings. My shirt—still intact. Thank the goddess. But the last memory I had was dozing off to the sound of my own mumbling… How long had I been out?
Why did my body feel like I’d been thrown off a cliff? Everything ached. My head was pounding, and a sickly heat coiled inside my stomach.
“Kross,” I croaked, voice hoarse and dry, “what the hell do you think you are you doing?”
He looked at me calmly, too calmly for my comfort.
“Relax.
