Chapter 122 - The Scent She Left Behind

"He definitely fucked someone last night…" Liraeth muttered, her voice laced with suspicion, eyes narrowing as they followed Sylvaris's slow, almost swaggerless walk down the hallway. His posture was tired, shoulders loose, steps dragging, and yet there was that stupid little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth—the kind of grin a man wears only after draining himself into a woman so thoroughly that sleep had to beg for a turn. It wasn't hard to read the signs. And Liraeth read them all.