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four hours
before her alarm would blare. There were no graceful movements. She tore off
her shirt and jeans then plopped onto the bed with a content sigh. Her eyes
drifted shut and a small smile crept onto her face as she dreamt of the ‘almost
kiss’.
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    Thame bit back a groan. All this blood
loss was making him delusional. The fantasy of nearly kissing Breena was so
strong in his head it intoxicated every pore. He was so sure it was real, but
the moment was so tame.
    Then there was the strange noise that
nearly jolted him awake but he couldn’t find the strength to even open his eyes.
Hell, if he had any strength whatsoever it would be used to satisfy this
pulsing erection that plagued him. Instead, he laid there hard and sore, prey
to whoever found him. He lay on his stomach with his dick plowing into the soft
mattress.
    From what he could hear, the house was
empty, or maybe it was morning and the ladies were still asleep. He sat up with
the utmost care, slow enough so his back wouldn’t nag with pain. In another few
days, the stitches would pop and his wings would force their way to the surface.
They’d start sprouting anew and he would eventually be able to fly. His ankle
however would be the problem.
    With a frown, he glanced down at the
swollen joint and shook his head. It looked like he’d need their hospitality a
while longer and that was a guilt trip in itself. His duty to king and queen
should take precedence but he found himself thinking of Breena more than
anything else.
    He glanced at the window. The big glass
pane that normally let the sun warm his skin was covered with wood. The outside
view blocked. When had that happened? How had it happened?
    The door handle jiggled and the woman of
his fantasies sauntered in. She wore jeans again, tight enough to hug the sexy
curves of her body and a low cut knit top that revealed the tops of her
cleavage. A man could die with a giant smile on his face if suffocated there.
Her midnight hair was once again tied up. How long were the dark locks? Thame
had the sudden urge to see them down against her bare pale skin. There was some
sort of tray in her hands. A salty, savory smell wafted from the steamy bowl,
probably more broth or stew.
    “Hello Breena.” He wanted to say her name
every chance he could. Something about it made his heart clench in his chest.
    Her gray eyes shot to his, widened and
she stumbled with her next step. Did she honestly have no sense of balance? The
woman was a walking disaster and once again, he found himself reaching out to
catch her. His hand pressed again her hip, the other against the opposite leg
to steady her balance. She blushed, nodded and quickly set the tray on the
wooden chair beside his bed.
    “Thanks,” she murmured then cleared her
throat nervously.
    “Are you always so...”
    “Clumsy?” she provided dryly.
    “Unbalanced.” He motioned for her to sit.
With the older woman’s words in the back of his head he added, “Please, I’d
like to get to know my savior.”
    Breena snorted.
    “You did save me.” He shifted, winced and
reached out to touch her hand. The little touch of fingers to palm was enough
to send the quilt over his hips to a tent. She gave no indication of noticing. Her
eyes kept drifting to his bare chest and a proud feeling washed over him. He
kept in shape and the way she licked her lips showed sexual interest, didn’t
it? Blasted, he hadn’t been around human women in so long.
    “Well, I have to go into the field, but
well, I think, I mean, if you want, you could sit outside with me. Or well, you
probably just want to sleep.”
    “No, no, sunshine sounds perfect and
possibly a shower if you’re up to helping me into it.”
    She immediately looked away and her
cheeks flushed. He was going to wash up when he made it to the bathroom last
night but that alone had drained his energy fiercely. Besides, he needed to rub
one out before he exploded and the shower would be the place. She stood