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breathe. Goddess, Lumos had thrown water over her. His large, hot hands patted her cheeks and she opened her eyes to meet his troubled expression
“By Cymbeline, don’t ever do that to me again! I thought you had suffered an apoplexy.” Lumos pushed the wet hair from Thalia’s face.
“It isn’t every day a person hears such a revelation.” Thalia’s face grew hot. Gods, her nipples were visible through the wet cloth. Hugging her chest and avoiding Lumos’ gaze, she indicated to a large white sheet hanging over the back of a chair. “Would you hand me that strip of linen.”
“Yes…yes, of course.” Lumos grabbed the sheet and wrapped Thalia tightly. “There, is that better? Are you okay now?”
With her arms bound tightly across her chest, Thalia bit her bottom lip. She giggled. “Not unless you plan to mummify me.”
Lumos turned a bright shade of pink and swiftly unwrapped Thalia. With muscles bulging, he dragged her chair towards the fire. She rested her hand on his strong arm and caressed the hairless golden skin This side of Lumos she needed to see—the flustered, caring side. “I’m well. Thank you for your consideration.”
Lumos’ lips tilted up on one side in a crooked smile. “You look as if I tried to drown you.” He turned and walked towards the front door. “I’ll wait outside while you change into something dry. I do believe I’ll teach you the fresh and clean spell first.” He threw Thalia a smile and closed the door behind him.
* * * *
Before dawn the following morning, Thalia baked a good quantity of bread. While she prepared breakfast, she sang a song about the coming of spring. She had enjoyed the meal with Lumos last evening. They had retired early, planning to leave at daybreak. The early morning chill spilled through the door to cool the hot kitchen. Through the opening, she watched the sun sending ribbons of light into the morning sky to bathe the awakening forest in a lemon glow. She stood at the cottage door and gazed into the empty wagon. The canvas on the wagon gaped open. Where is he? Thalia moved to the wagon and peered inside. The blankets sat neatly folded and Lumos had secured a large barrel of water to one side. She heard a rustling in the undergrowth and caught sight of him strolling towards her through the swirl of the early morning mist.
The Fae, magnificently bare to the waist, wrung the water from his raven hair. Muted sunlight glistened on the water droplets cascading down his golden skin. Thalia’s stomach gave that strange little twist. Her heart quickened at the sight of him. The urge to run to him surged through her. How wonderful life would be to allow herself the comfort of those strong arms. She craved the heat of his hard body, the scent of him. How would he taste?
Ashamed at her wanton desires, she turned back into the cottage and cut bread for breakfast. Why am I feeling this way? Did Erik curse me to want what I can never have? Lumos, so noble, had come to her not knowing her situation. He had offered friendship, nothing more. How could he? Who would want her now? How could any male care for a female used in such a way by six men? What would Lumos think if he knew the truth?
I am less than a prostitute. I sold myself to save my life. Agreed Erik’s men raped me…but in truth, the first time, I welcomed Erik into my body, in exchange for food and a place to sleep.
“Thalia, you are troubled.” Lumos touched her elbow. “Are you having second thoughts about travelling with me?”
She sighed and heaped fresh berries on a plate beside the wedge of bread. She pushed the plate, and a flagon of wine towards Lumos. “No, but perhaps you may not want to have me along after all.”
“Wine? Is this a peace offering, little butterfly?” Lumos smiled and poured wine into a cup. “I had not realised we were at war.” He sat in the chair beside the fireplace and frowned. “What is it that troubles you so?”
“Please, listen to me.
“By Cymbeline, don’t ever do that to me again! I thought you had suffered an apoplexy.” Lumos pushed the wet hair from Thalia’s face.
“It isn’t every day a person hears such a revelation.” Thalia’s face grew hot. Gods, her nipples were visible through the wet cloth. Hugging her chest and avoiding Lumos’ gaze, she indicated to a large white sheet hanging over the back of a chair. “Would you hand me that strip of linen.”
“Yes…yes, of course.” Lumos grabbed the sheet and wrapped Thalia tightly. “There, is that better? Are you okay now?”
With her arms bound tightly across her chest, Thalia bit her bottom lip. She giggled. “Not unless you plan to mummify me.”
Lumos turned a bright shade of pink and swiftly unwrapped Thalia. With muscles bulging, he dragged her chair towards the fire. She rested her hand on his strong arm and caressed the hairless golden skin This side of Lumos she needed to see—the flustered, caring side. “I’m well. Thank you for your consideration.”
Lumos’ lips tilted up on one side in a crooked smile. “You look as if I tried to drown you.” He turned and walked towards the front door. “I’ll wait outside while you change into something dry. I do believe I’ll teach you the fresh and clean spell first.” He threw Thalia a smile and closed the door behind him.
* * * *
Before dawn the following morning, Thalia baked a good quantity of bread. While she prepared breakfast, she sang a song about the coming of spring. She had enjoyed the meal with Lumos last evening. They had retired early, planning to leave at daybreak. The early morning chill spilled through the door to cool the hot kitchen. Through the opening, she watched the sun sending ribbons of light into the morning sky to bathe the awakening forest in a lemon glow. She stood at the cottage door and gazed into the empty wagon. The canvas on the wagon gaped open. Where is he? Thalia moved to the wagon and peered inside. The blankets sat neatly folded and Lumos had secured a large barrel of water to one side. She heard a rustling in the undergrowth and caught sight of him strolling towards her through the swirl of the early morning mist.
The Fae, magnificently bare to the waist, wrung the water from his raven hair. Muted sunlight glistened on the water droplets cascading down his golden skin. Thalia’s stomach gave that strange little twist. Her heart quickened at the sight of him. The urge to run to him surged through her. How wonderful life would be to allow herself the comfort of those strong arms. She craved the heat of his hard body, the scent of him. How would he taste?
Ashamed at her wanton desires, she turned back into the cottage and cut bread for breakfast. Why am I feeling this way? Did Erik curse me to want what I can never have? Lumos, so noble, had come to her not knowing her situation. He had offered friendship, nothing more. How could he? Who would want her now? How could any male care for a female used in such a way by six men? What would Lumos think if he knew the truth?
I am less than a prostitute. I sold myself to save my life. Agreed Erik’s men raped me…but in truth, the first time, I welcomed Erik into my body, in exchange for food and a place to sleep.
“Thalia, you are troubled.” Lumos touched her elbow. “Are you having second thoughts about travelling with me?”
She sighed and heaped fresh berries on a plate beside the wedge of bread. She pushed the plate, and a flagon of wine towards Lumos. “No, but perhaps you may not want to have me along after all.”
“Wine? Is this a peace offering, little butterfly?” Lumos smiled and poured wine into a cup. “I had not realised we were at war.” He sat in the chair beside the fireplace and frowned. “What is it that troubles you so?”
“Please, listen to me.
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