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Authors: Victoria Danann
Tags: Romance, Paranormal
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recover from your ordeal. He will meet with you tomorrow.”
“Where is Brave?”
The demon turned back and smirked at her. “Do not worry about the human. He is receiving the same royal treatment and will be united with you tomorrow.”
“And he also has the protection of the Prince?”
“I can see that you care about Brave’s welfare. The Prince will be pleased. I assure you that tonight Brave is safer than anyone else in this world.”
The demon nodded toward the rectangular pool and it began swirling like a whirlpool bath with state-of-the-art Jacuzzi-type jets. “When you leave the bath, the water will resume a state of calm. Other facilities are beyond that partition.” He waved in the direction of the corner.
At that he left her alone and closed the door. After checking to see if the door was locked from the outside and learning that it was, she reasoned that the best course of action was to do exactly as the demon had suggested – take a bath, have dinner, go to bed. But not before she visited the “facilities beyond the partition”. She told herself that she would manage the next day, whatever it brought, better if she was clean, fed, and well rested with a pleasantly empty bladder.
After sitting on the bench staring into the flames for a few minutes, she bent down and pulled off one boot. She moaned from the ecstasy of pulling her foot free and wiggling her toes. She repeated the same process with the other foot then pulled off her tights and left them in a small pile on the floor.
She bent one knee while the foot attached to the other leg ventured testing the water. The swirling water was such an inviting combination of heat and massage that she released another audible moan.
Looking around the room between a repast conceived in delight, the seductively pristine bed and the clean gown waiting to caress her clean body, she began to understand why demons had a reputation for temptation in her world. Nothing made a girl appreciate a massage bath, a feast, and a heavenly bed like being filthy, starved, and sleep deprived first.
She lay back in the bubbling water with the back of her head resting on the rolled edge and stared at the fire until she almost went to sleep. She jerked awake and realized that her muscles were less sore as the result of the water pressure and subtle manipulation of flesh. When she climbed out and reached for a towel, the water became calm just as the demon had said it would.
She pulled the saffron silk garment over her head and it settled around her body like a cloud. The table had one chair so there was no need to tax herself deciding where to sit. She took one of the two pitchers and poured into the tall goblet. Sparkling water. She poured the contents of the other pitcher into the shorter goblet. Something red. She sniffed. It was wine. She was no connoisseur, but she thought it smelled like a pinot noir. The tiniest sip confirmed that it was sinfully sweet, but full bodied.
As good as the meal looked, she was too tired to want to stay awake for it. She picked up a fowl leg and took a bite then said to the room, “Tastes like chicken.” After four bites of bread and three small squares of a to-die-for white cheese, she pushed the chair back, shuffled toward the bed and threw herself in.
It was good. It was so good that she had an internal battle with whether or not she wanted covers badly enough to reach down and pull them up. Finally deciding she could manage just that much more effort, she pulled the thick lightweight covers up to her chin and knew nothing else until she was awakened by the bright light of day.
It seemed the entire ceiling of the room was a skylight.
Looking over at the table she noticed that the food that was there the night before had been replaced with a different arrangement, which could only mean that someone had been in the room while she slept. Without disturbing her.
She slid out of bed and headed straight for the partition. On the
“Where is Brave?”
The demon turned back and smirked at her. “Do not worry about the human. He is receiving the same royal treatment and will be united with you tomorrow.”
“And he also has the protection of the Prince?”
“I can see that you care about Brave’s welfare. The Prince will be pleased. I assure you that tonight Brave is safer than anyone else in this world.”
The demon nodded toward the rectangular pool and it began swirling like a whirlpool bath with state-of-the-art Jacuzzi-type jets. “When you leave the bath, the water will resume a state of calm. Other facilities are beyond that partition.” He waved in the direction of the corner.
At that he left her alone and closed the door. After checking to see if the door was locked from the outside and learning that it was, she reasoned that the best course of action was to do exactly as the demon had suggested – take a bath, have dinner, go to bed. But not before she visited the “facilities beyond the partition”. She told herself that she would manage the next day, whatever it brought, better if she was clean, fed, and well rested with a pleasantly empty bladder.
After sitting on the bench staring into the flames for a few minutes, she bent down and pulled off one boot. She moaned from the ecstasy of pulling her foot free and wiggling her toes. She repeated the same process with the other foot then pulled off her tights and left them in a small pile on the floor.
She bent one knee while the foot attached to the other leg ventured testing the water. The swirling water was such an inviting combination of heat and massage that she released another audible moan.
Looking around the room between a repast conceived in delight, the seductively pristine bed and the clean gown waiting to caress her clean body, she began to understand why demons had a reputation for temptation in her world. Nothing made a girl appreciate a massage bath, a feast, and a heavenly bed like being filthy, starved, and sleep deprived first.
She lay back in the bubbling water with the back of her head resting on the rolled edge and stared at the fire until she almost went to sleep. She jerked awake and realized that her muscles were less sore as the result of the water pressure and subtle manipulation of flesh. When she climbed out and reached for a towel, the water became calm just as the demon had said it would.
She pulled the saffron silk garment over her head and it settled around her body like a cloud. The table had one chair so there was no need to tax herself deciding where to sit. She took one of the two pitchers and poured into the tall goblet. Sparkling water. She poured the contents of the other pitcher into the shorter goblet. Something red. She sniffed. It was wine. She was no connoisseur, but she thought it smelled like a pinot noir. The tiniest sip confirmed that it was sinfully sweet, but full bodied.
As good as the meal looked, she was too tired to want to stay awake for it. She picked up a fowl leg and took a bite then said to the room, “Tastes like chicken.” After four bites of bread and three small squares of a to-die-for white cheese, she pushed the chair back, shuffled toward the bed and threw herself in.
It was good. It was so good that she had an internal battle with whether or not she wanted covers badly enough to reach down and pull them up. Finally deciding she could manage just that much more effort, she pulled the thick lightweight covers up to her chin and knew nothing else until she was awakened by the bright light of day.
It seemed the entire ceiling of the room was a skylight.
Looking over at the table she noticed that the food that was there the night before had been replaced with a different arrangement, which could only mean that someone had been in the room while she slept. Without disturbing her.
She slid out of bed and headed straight for the partition. On the
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