and sleep.
Finally when her legs began to fall asleep, she forced herself to stand and venture back inside the bedroom where her clothes lay on an armchair. It took all her willpower to pick up each garment and slip it on, and in the end, she decided to go barefoot rather than spend the extra effort to put on her shoes.
If Levi thought she would beg for his help again, he would be disappointed. Instead, she concentrated on placing one foot in front of the other until she found the main staircase where she was forced to sit down on the top stair to rest and recover from the exertion of dressing and making it this far.
Levi’s come had brought her back from the brink of death, and she couldn’t help but be grateful for that. But she’d saved his life first, so now she supposed they were even.
“That doesn’t give him the right to be a haughty bastard,” she muttered under her breath as frustration and irritation swirled through her.
She thought about calling for Jethro to ask for his help making it down the stairs, but she refused to give Levi the satisfaction of seeing her ask for help from anyone. Instead, she stretched her legs until her feet hung over the step below her. Then she scooted her ass forward until her feet landed on the step two below her and she could lower herself down one step.
It took her nearly twenty minutes of slow scooting and lowering to finally reach the bottom of the long stairway, especially since she was forced to stop frequently to rest and recover her strength. She tried to make as little noise as possible and was grateful when neither of the men came to investigate.
She leaned against the banister, her strength entirely gone. Her eyelids were heavy and a long sleep sounded like a very good idea even though her stomach rumbled reminding her that she also needed food and water to help her recover.
But in the end, the lethargy that stole over her won out and she turned sideways on the bottom stair, resting her back against the side banister and stretching out her legs across the bottom step as she resigned herself to a quick power nap here on the cold hardwood.
8
Levi walked away from Amalya with anger churning inside him like a volcano ready to erupt. He had been surprised and angry when Amalya had shied away from his kiss in the tub. She couldn’t still be upset about him not telling her who he was up front, could she?
He shook his head, dismissing the thought. She was an intelligent being and surely she’d reconciled herself to the necessity of that before now. After all, if she hadn’t been at better than full strength, she might well have not survived the run-in with the shades.
As it was, it had taken both he and Jethro to warm her up enough so she wasn’t shivering before they could undress her and get her in the tub.
And then she’d refused to kiss him!
He bristled at the uncomfortable memory.
He might not know a lot about succubi, but he did know kissing was a valid way of transferring energy, which she was still badly in need of if her pale features were any indication. He shook his head and padded down the hall naked since all his clothes were still inside the room where Amalya lay. A few steps took him to the guest room where he pulled open the closet praying the farmer kept extra clothes in here.
Levi wasn’t a modest man by nature, but he also didn’t relish the notion of going downstairs to discuss the next steps with Jethro in his current state of undress.
He was relieved to find the closet jam-packed with clothes, and from the stale, musty scent that greeted him, none of them had been touched in quite a while. He flipped through the odd assortment—jackets to Halloween costumes and everything in between—except a pair of trousers that might fit him.
He’d just begun to think giving up would be the best strategy when on the very last hanger he found a pink terry-cloth robe. He grit his teeth and bit back his pride as he pulled it off the hanger and
Finally when her legs began to fall asleep, she forced herself to stand and venture back inside the bedroom where her clothes lay on an armchair. It took all her willpower to pick up each garment and slip it on, and in the end, she decided to go barefoot rather than spend the extra effort to put on her shoes.
If Levi thought she would beg for his help again, he would be disappointed. Instead, she concentrated on placing one foot in front of the other until she found the main staircase where she was forced to sit down on the top stair to rest and recover from the exertion of dressing and making it this far.
Levi’s come had brought her back from the brink of death, and she couldn’t help but be grateful for that. But she’d saved his life first, so now she supposed they were even.
“That doesn’t give him the right to be a haughty bastard,” she muttered under her breath as frustration and irritation swirled through her.
She thought about calling for Jethro to ask for his help making it down the stairs, but she refused to give Levi the satisfaction of seeing her ask for help from anyone. Instead, she stretched her legs until her feet hung over the step below her. Then she scooted her ass forward until her feet landed on the step two below her and she could lower herself down one step.
It took her nearly twenty minutes of slow scooting and lowering to finally reach the bottom of the long stairway, especially since she was forced to stop frequently to rest and recover her strength. She tried to make as little noise as possible and was grateful when neither of the men came to investigate.
She leaned against the banister, her strength entirely gone. Her eyelids were heavy and a long sleep sounded like a very good idea even though her stomach rumbled reminding her that she also needed food and water to help her recover.
But in the end, the lethargy that stole over her won out and she turned sideways on the bottom stair, resting her back against the side banister and stretching out her legs across the bottom step as she resigned herself to a quick power nap here on the cold hardwood.
8
Levi walked away from Amalya with anger churning inside him like a volcano ready to erupt. He had been surprised and angry when Amalya had shied away from his kiss in the tub. She couldn’t still be upset about him not telling her who he was up front, could she?
He shook his head, dismissing the thought. She was an intelligent being and surely she’d reconciled herself to the necessity of that before now. After all, if she hadn’t been at better than full strength, she might well have not survived the run-in with the shades.
As it was, it had taken both he and Jethro to warm her up enough so she wasn’t shivering before they could undress her and get her in the tub.
And then she’d refused to kiss him!
He bristled at the uncomfortable memory.
He might not know a lot about succubi, but he did know kissing was a valid way of transferring energy, which she was still badly in need of if her pale features were any indication. He shook his head and padded down the hall naked since all his clothes were still inside the room where Amalya lay. A few steps took him to the guest room where he pulled open the closet praying the farmer kept extra clothes in here.
Levi wasn’t a modest man by nature, but he also didn’t relish the notion of going downstairs to discuss the next steps with Jethro in his current state of undress.
He was relieved to find the closet jam-packed with clothes, and from the stale, musty scent that greeted him, none of them had been touched in quite a while. He flipped through the odd assortment—jackets to Halloween costumes and everything in between—except a pair of trousers that might fit him.
He’d just begun to think giving up would be the best strategy when on the very last hanger he found a pink terry-cloth robe. He grit his teeth and bit back his pride as he pulled it off the hanger and
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