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She paused. “I didn’t ask for it.”
“There are prices for everything in this world. I make sure that people pay.”
“Wait. Are you going to kill me because you put a jacket over me?”
His eyes widened. “No! Why would you think that?”
“Because you are a reaper. You kill for a living.”
He shrugged. “It is just what I am good at.”
Brit slumped in relief. “I should go find a guestroom. I can’t deal with this right now.”
He helped her to her feet. “I will show you the way. Salat told me where I was going.”
She wasn’t about to balk at that. She wasn’t very steady.
He kept an arm around her waist as he walked her into the house. “Why are your feet wrapped?”
“No reason. Torene said she would take care of it when the babies were here.”
“So, no reason, but you need a pain healer to take care of it?”
“Yup.”
He sighed. “I will heal you without a promise of reward.”
“I don’t want to impose. And you don’t have a foot fetish, so it isn’t any fun for you.” She grunted. “Plus, I really need a shower.”
“Fine. When you have your shower, knock on my door, and I will help you.”
“With nothing requested in return?”
“Correct.” Denier chuckled.
“Then, I will say yes?” She wasn’t sure, but he continued to lead her toward a guestroom she had been in before.
“I am in the next room down the hall. Knock on the door when you wish the healing.”
“Okay. I might fall asleep in the shower.”
“I will listen for the thud.”
She smiled and headed into the guestroom with a robe draped across the foot of the bed. The bed looked so tempting, but she went to the shower, washed her dress in the tub, drained it, and hung it up. It still had blood on it, but it didn’t smell anymore. The shower was delightful. Her hair felt clean again. She even plucked out a few leaves.
Out of the shower, she found the nail scissors and cut off the cotton gauze and medical tape. After that, she sat on the edge of the tub and rinsed the white fibres off her feet. That hurt like hell, but she cleaned her feet.
She finished drying off and brushing her hair, then put the wide-shouldered robe on and tied the sash tightly. She was exhausted, but before she could change her mind, she went to his room and knocked on his door. It opened in under five seconds, and he growled at her.
“Should I go?”
He shook his head and held out his hand to her. She put her hand in his, and he eased her into his room. He coaxed her into sitting on his bed, knelt beside her, and looked at her feet.
“You should have said something.”
“I had stuff to do. I didn’t have time to play footsie.”
He snorted, huffed, and leaned forward, starting to lick softly. The moist flicks and soft sounds had an effect on her. She swallowed and sat watching his huge head move over her feet while she got turned on.
