Genevieve had expected to wake upon her lover’s chest and instead found the warm sheets that held his scent to act as a consolation. Immediately, her stomach dropped as she imagined him seeking out Marisol to sow whatever wild oats he had left within him. Fearing this, she pulled herself from the sheets that kept her modest before pulling them around her to remain concealed and keep her body for Crow’s eyes alone. While she made her way down the steps of the brothel, she spotted a rather unlikely conversation between Crow and Helene that touched her heart as she hoped they would come around to be friends. But the topic of conversation seemed to upset Helene as she was wiping a tear from her cheek and nodding in front of the curious yet compassionate captain.
“Is all well?” She asked in a
