Page 84 of The Wild Moon
“From your wounds?” he said, pointing at my side.
I glanced down at my side, all at once reminded that I’d been badly wounded in my fight with Johnathan. Somehow, the adrenaline of being kidnapped and brought here had pushed the pain to the back of my mind, distracting me from its ache.
Not anymore. It came rushing back, and I gritted my teeth. “Right. That.”
Which came withanotherrealization. I was still naked. And I’d been standing here. In his presence. Without a care. Letting him get a full look at my completely naked body.
I clapped my hands to my body, trying to hide my tits from him while I crossed my leg in front of the other, desperate to try and regain some sort of decency. The fact that I was half-streaked in blood didn’t do much.
“Do you have a shower?” I asked, eager to get the blood off me first and foremost.
Mr. Mysterious shrugged and pointed to the back corner, where water fell from an unseen crack in the wall, the start of the river.
“Right,” I said, noting that it was completely exposed. Of course it was. “You don’t have anything, um, moreprivate, do you?”
“Why would I?”
I sighed. “Of course not.”
“Why does it matter? The water will clean you.” He frowned at me, his lips compressing into a line.
“Because I’mnaked,” I said, stressing the last word.
“That hasn’t bothered you until now.”
“Well, until now, I was kind of trying not to puke, then busy trying to figure out what the hell is going on. It…didn’t seem like a priority,” I said weakly.
It was easier to say that than it was to explain how my hormones were driving me wild, begging me to throw myself at this beautiful sex god and beg him to take me, touch me, do whatever he wanted to me.
He’d probably enjoy doing it with me covered in blood. He wouldn’t understand how that grosses me out.
“You are confusing,” he said.
“We humans tend to get like that sometimes,” I agreed, still covering myself as best I could. “You’d know, except you aren’t human, are you?”
The unflinching stare I got as an answer was all I needed to know.
“Fine, whatever,” I said. “Do you have any clothes at least?”
“They’ll be big.”
“Yeah, I figured that,” I said. “It would be creepy if you somehow had my size on hand, just waiting.”
“I will get them for you,” he said, heading over the third bridge without another word and disappearing behind a rock wall I just realized wasn’t the outer wall. It must be where his sleeping chamber was.
He does sleep, doesn’t he?
Taking advantage of the momentary privacy, I rushed over to the waterfall shower and plunged underneath it, ignoring the pulling at my wounds. My shifter healing would take care of those soon enough.
“EYAAHHHHH!” I shrieked, darting away from the absolutely frigid water.
“What’s wrong?”
I jumped as Mr. Mysterious was abruptly at my side, concern lighting his eyes.
“Are you hurt? Did something happen?”
I shook my head.
