can’t keep the purr off the ‘r’ of her name. Not when I’m about to give her this gift.
Her breath quickens as she turns toward me. “Safe?”
“Safe.” I pull her into my arms and lean down until my lips are grazing her rounded ear.
She clutches my biceps in surprise, and then that sweet scent of hers perfumes the air and pulls my feral side to the fore. “What—”
“There’s a bath. Hot water. Fine soaps.”
Her tiny nails dig into my arms. “Are you shitting me right now? Because if you are, I might kill you.”
“No, I’m not … shitting … you. But—”
“But?” She pulls back and peers into my eyes.
I smile, knowing full well my fangs have lengthened. “It’s too dangerous for you to bathe alone.”
She swallows hard, her pupils growing as she stares up at me. “Beth can—”
“No way.” Beth leans back on the divan and closes her eyes. “I’m waiting right here until there’s food.”
“She can’t protect you.” I pull her down the hall and usher her into the bathing room. “I can.”
She walks to the ivory tub and runs her fingers through the water I’ve already poured from the fire-heated bucket above. “Oh my god.” Her tone is decadent, and I want to indulge her so much that it’s frequently on her tongue. “You can guard the door, and—”
“No, little one.” I reach behind me and pull my tunic over my head and drop it to the cool stone floor. “Not this time. I won’t risk you.”
She gawks. “What are you doing?”
I can’t help but grin when her eyes widen as she stares at my chest and abs.
“Leander!”
I stalk to her and I admit, blow a hint of cold around her. Running my fingers along the water, I say, “So warm. It’ll go cold soon enough, and it’ll take hours for more water to heat.”
“You’re a bad man.” She eyes the water.
“Fae, little one. I’m a bad fae.” I kiss her crown.
“You really won’t leave?”
“Last time I left you alone in a bathing room …” I stop. I don’t want her to re-live Tyrios’s attack.
When she shivers, I pull her into my arms. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s okay. I mean, you’re right.”
“I am?”
“Yes.” She lets out a long breath and says the words I need to hear. “You can stay.”
4
Taylor
I take a deep breath. Having Leander in the room with me won’t be so bad. He can face the wall or something while I bathe. Besides, he’s already seen me naked. Not a big deal. Fabric hits the stone floor, and I turn to find Leander climbing into the tub.
He settles down, then runs his fingers along the surface. “Come, little one, before the water goes cold.”
I slap one hand to my face. “I said you could stay. I didn’t say you could take a bath with me!”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I’m bathing with you.” He leans back and spreads his knees against the sides of the tub. “Why waste the hot water? Besides, I can get you perfectly clean.”
“I can get myself perfectly clean.” I cross my arms.
“Taylor.”
I kick up my chin.
“Little one, please.”
“No.”
“I already told you this body is yours.” He sounds almost hurt. “Do you think I’d use it to harm you?”
“Well, no.”
He stills. “Do you find me … unpleasant?”
“No!” I sigh. “Not at all.”
“Then why can’t we bathe together?”
“Because that’s private time. Private stuff.” I wave my hand in front of me in a way I then realize looks ridiculous. “I’ve never been naked with a man, and I don’t think—”
“That pleases me more than I can say.” He stands and steps from the tub, his arms out toward me.
I look. I. Look. And it is large. Are they all this large? And hard. Oh my god. Desire snakes through me like a poison, and I can’t look away.
He takes me in his arms. “I assumed you were coveted on earth. Men likely fell all over themselves for you.” His grip tenses, a growl in his throat. “But none of them were worthy of one such as you. You are a queen, no matter where you are.”
He clearly hasn’t realized it, but I’m no great beauty. Next to the golden Cecile, I was practically invisible. I rest my forehead against his damp chest. “Why do you say such nice things?”
“I say only the truth. And if you wish to bathe alone, I will respect your choice.” That last part comes through gritted teeth. “But I can’t leave you alone. I