The midnight hour in Drevash had the specific, heavy quiet of a working village suspended between its last breaths and its first, but inside the room, the air was still thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and the undeniable musk of Rex's conquest.
Rex stood in the narrow hallway just outside his door for a moment, his massive frame casting a long, imposing shadow against the wood. He took a deep breath, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he thought about the absolute wreckage he had left behind.
He stepped back into the room, the floorboards creaking under his weight. Mireya was still asleep.
