"Ah, it's done," Luke said as he tossed the last worm out into the rain, leaving it to die. He had found more than thirty of them. If even half had been left inside and accidentally killed, he knew the effect would have been enough to leave the woman, who had introduced herself as Grella, completely exhausted.
Once he returned inside, Luke wiped his hands on a piece of fabric he had discarded earlier. His gaze soon settled on the woman, who now sat quietly with a towel wrapped around her naked body.
Her emerald eyes remained fixed on the rain outside.
Luke sighed, drew his legs closer to his chest, and asked, "Do you regret it?"
She glanced toward him. "What?"
"I mean, you have a mate, and we ended up..." He trailed off, knowing she understood what he meant.
Grella lowered her gaze.
