Page 64 of The Lost Prince
I wasn’t a coward. I’d show her.
Before I could think about what I was doing, I bent down and scooped up a generous amount of the warm water in my hands, and brought it to my face to drink.
Drinking hot water was a new experience, but it tasted good; not dissimilar to hot water at the palace before the tea was added.
I drew back, wondering if I’d just killed myself. Wouldn’t that be a hoot? Where the queen, a dragon, and blood magick failed, Zephyr the bastard prince was taken out by water.
The bastard prince.
I rather liked the sound of that.
Waiting a few minutes, it became clear I wasn’t dying or about to die.
I felt accomplished; we had two pools to use for bathing and water. Things were looking up quite a bit.
Ducking out back through the crevice and blackened interior of the first chamber, I poked my head outside of the entrance.
“Shava. Shava!”
She jerked, arms tightening around D and checking he was all right. Sensing nothing but his sleeping form, her eyes snapped open and focused on me.
What? she mouthed silently.
“I found something. Come see.”
Her eyes narrowed, but her curiosity won out over her annoyance like I knew it would.
“Fucking dark.”
I reached for her hand to help guide her through the dark and counted it as a minor victory when she didn’t pull away. We walked through the cave, ignoring the ashy remains of the Noble demon. “Through here. I found something through a crevice in the back.”
She grumbled something under her breath, but allowed me to guide her.
“It’s small, but you’ll be able to fit better than me.” I squeezed through first and she followed quickly, barely needing to turn sideways to fit through.
“What’s that? I smell water?”
The moonlight illuminated her chin, lifting and sniffing the air.
“You can smell water?” I asked, a little dubious.
“When something is short in supply, you get really sensitive to it,” she replied, striding forward with confidence and an excited, heady rush to her voice.
“Shava, what—”
I swallowed my words as she whipped her tunic over her head and plunged straight into the water with a flash of plump tits and a rounded ass.
Standing still like a moron, I shook my head, coughing as her head broke the surface of the water.
“Are you insane? You don’t know what’s in there! What if it’s poisonous? What if there are man-eating creatures?” I lectured.
I highly doubted there was any such thing in the water, but you could never be precisely sure, could you?
Shava spit out a stream of water at me. It landed short, but the point was taken.
“You are foolish and take perilous risks,” I huffed, but I walked toward the edge of the water towards her, like a moth drawn to flames.
She laughed throatily. “I went my whole life without a bath until I was reaped. A stone girl taught me how to float and not panic, saving my life in the bathing house. Now I am obsessed with baths. You cannot tell me there is a warm bath somewhere andnotexpect me to get the dust out of my hair.”
