*** Cael's POV
I didn't even get the chance to refuse.
As soon as I changed clothes, she flicked my forehead, and a surge of energy rushed through my body. The last thing I remember?
It was already morning.
More specifically, it was already one in the afternoon.
She must have forced me to sleep. At least the dream was good—or I think it was. I forgot it the moment I woke up, but I know it involved Evelina in a compromising position.
Not that it was surprising. She was a succubus; of course I'd dream about her.
"Evelina..."
I rubbed my eyes and noticed she wasn't in the bedroom, but I could feel a faint trace of her presence coming from the study next door.
She was already working. What a workaholic...
***
I stepped into the study beside the bedroom and found her sitting on the desk.
She wore a tight, simple polo shirt and a matching skirt—apparently her signature outfit now. Dresses didn't really make sense for her; they were way too limiting in an emergency.
