Dorian sat in his study, staring at the same document he had been pretending to read for the past hour.
The words blurred together, meaningless marks on parchment that couldn't hold his attention no matter how hard he tried.
His mind kept drifting back to yesterday, to those moments of madness in his chambers with Willow.
"Insane," he muttered to himself for what must have been the hundredth time. "I've completely lost my mind."
He ran his hands through his hair, messing it up even more than it already was. He hadn't slept at all last night, couldn't close his eyes without seeing her face, without remembering the way she had felt in his arms.
The ghost of her scent still lingered in his chambers despite his attempts to air out the room, a constant reminder of his momentary weakness.
