And I do remember… the way he'd touched me, put his mouth on me… there.
My eyes widen as I recall the sensations he'd wrung out of me, how I'd felt things I never thought possible.
And so I find myself not knowing how to react.
It hadn't been bad… not how Lia had warned me right before my wedding. There hadn't been any pain. There had been nothing but euphoria.
I lift my hand to my forehead, feeling for a fever. My entirebody is tingling with the same feeling as last night, and all of it is centered between my thighs.
I shake my head, trying to remove these thoughts from my mind.
He's just trying to tempt you. Make you drop your defenses so he can lull you further into sin.
But if sin felt like that, then I don't see why I'd resist.
"Awake?" he murmurs in my ear, his breath blowing hot into my face.
I quickly scramble away from him, holding two fingers in the shape of a cross in front of me.
"Away with you, devil!" I yell at him. It all happened because of that bubbly thing he fed me. There must have been something in it to make me behave like that.
Enzo raises an eyebrow at me, but he merely chuckles, sitting up. He's shirtless, but his pants are still on.
And oh my, what a chest!
God! I must still be under the influence of that potion. Maybe it was a love spell; otherwise, I wouldn't look at him and get so… hot.
"What did you do to me?" I spit the words out in disgust, making sure to put some distance between us, not trusting myself not to jump on him.
Yes, that potion was potent indeed.
"What do you mean?" He has the gall to ask innocently, but his subtle smirk gives him away.
"What did you give me last night? You drugged me, didn't you? Was it a love potion?"
Do they have those in big cities too?
There had been one too many times in my village when a man had succumbed to the wiles of a woman, and Lia had told me it had all been the work of witchcraft. I hadn't heard of such a potion working on a woman, though. Maybe they are justmore advanced here—they are definitely richer and can afford it.
"Love potion?" he chuckles, looking at me with amusement in his eyes. "Don't tell me you love me, little tigress."
"Don't be ridiculous!" I cut him off. "It's all because of that thing you gave me to drink!" I say accusingly, stopping to think about the date. They say witchcraft is most potent during a solstice or equinox. I'd once read a text about a witch performing her evil magic on All Saints' Eve, creating a pagan circle with the devil and engaging in fornication.
"It's called champagne."
"Aha! I knew it! It messed with my head. Did you plan that all along?" I narrow my eyes at him.
Enzo Agosti… He's dangerous. More dangerous than I thought he'd be.
"Of course it messed with your head! You got drunk," he tries to explain, but I'm not having any of it.
I've seen the guards drunk before. I've even seen how some villagers are when they've imbibed enough, and none of them had turned into a wanton mess. They'd been sloppy and disoriented, their speech slow and slurred. But they hadn't taken their clothes off and asked for the devil to have his way with them.
"I don't believe you!" I reply, maintaining my theory about the potion. It's the only viable explanation.
"Allegra," he says, shaking his head, his eyes crinkling at the corners. The green of his irises glints in the fresh daylight, making him entirely too appealing.
God! Is this permanent?
