Black PlagueChapter 8
The next day, the two young people barely exchanged words. Rayna stayed her tongue out of embarrassment, and Stefan kept his peace out of anger, with the fates that kept his world utterly unbalanced. To Rayna's concerns, he was mostly oblivious, except for the few moments throughout the day when he found himself running his thumb over the two fingers that had so joyfully explored her wetness. Today was a time of waiting and convalescing. In his head, Stefan was reordering his world view,...