Chapter 42

LILLIAN

Melva pushes into my bedchamber and stops two steps in, nose wrinkling.

"It smells like sex in here, Lillian."

I pull the quilt up over my head.

"Lillian."

I don't answer. I can't. My whole body is still sticky in places I don't want to think about, and every time I close my eyes, I see his ...