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It took some time before I decided they were clean enough, and then I hung them all on the towel hooks in the bathroom, knowing Amarok had no clothes to put up.
After I dried off with a towel, I slipped into the borrowed clothing. The bodysuit was stretchy and ridiculously soft, and felt like a second skin. The oversized shirt wasn’t stretchy, but it was light and comfortable. Its bottom hem fell to the middle of my thighs, so I definitely wasn’t exposed.
I hadn’t expected to feel at ease in the borrowed clothing, but I did. Really, I felt more at ease than I had in years.
I took my time towel-drying my hair, and then after a moment’s hesitation, braided it behind my head. Allen had told me my hair looked terrible when it was tied up or back, so I had rarely bothered with it. But it was nice to get the long, thick strands out of my face and off my neck.
Since I wasn’t trying to win Amarok over or seduce him or anything, there was no point in trying to look good. It might even work in my benefit if Ididlook terrible.
After I tied the braid with a bit of fabric I found in a drawer, I had no other excuse to stay in the bathroom any longer.
So, I let out a long breath, and then opened the door.
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RORY
My eyebrows liftedwhen I found Amarok in the kitchen, wearing soft-looking pants. I had to get fairly close to see him well enough.
“You’re cooking,” I blurted, before I could stop myself.
He looked over his shoulder. His eyes trailed slowly down my figure, then back up before he growled softly, “Veil, you areperfect.”
My face flushed.
I had no idea what to do with that compliment. Especially when my hair was braided, and I didn’t have on any makeup.
“You’re cooking,” I repeated, fighting the urge to wrap my arms around my abdomen for the sake of comfort. “Do werewolves cook a lot?”
“A male werewolf is responsible for fulfilling all of his female’s needs. It’s his privilege to cook for his mate. So, yes. We cook a lot.”
Theyenjoyedcooking for their mates?
This world grew more bizarre by the moment.
Allen had lost his shit with me when I didn’t have a hot meal waiting for him after a long day of work, even when I’d worked more hours than he had.
“Did you have a career, on Earth?” Amarok asked me, turning back to his food. “I’ve seen the lists of careers humans have, but I admit, I’ve spent most of my time patrolling to make sure Serae can’t abandon any more females without us finding them quickly.”
“I did.” I bit my lip, walking carefully over to the table I could see. The darkness made it too difficult to make out the colors of anything, other than Amarok’s glow.
He was quiet, and I got the feeling he was hoping I would answer his question about my career.
I was tired, and a little disoriented, but calm. So much calmer than I’d been in so long. When I felt so safe, it was hard to know what I should and shouldn’t say. So, I answered him. “I was a nurse. I… my family wasn’t good to me. They were addicted to drugs, if you know what that means. I graduated high school early and got a scholarship so I could get away from them sooner. My nursing program was accelerated, too, so I finished a few years ago. But I met Allen a few months after I started my first job, and… yeah.”
Worried I’d said too much and not enough at the same time, I bit my lip again, harder.
“Nurses care for your sick?” he asked.
Relief spread through me.
At least he’d understood part of it.
“Mostly. I worked with the women having babies, taking care of them during and after birth.”
The look he shot me was intense. “You had a very noble profession, then.”
My throat swelled. “I guess.”
