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set in the far wall. “The bathroom. There’s liquid soap in the dispenser, and I’ll get some bandages and disinfectant for your arm from the first-aid kit in kitchen. Wash up, and I’ll be back in a few minutes. By the way, my name is Josie.”
    “I am Darius.” The introduction seemed stilted, and her name was strange to his tongue, but beautiful. Just like her. He watched as she walked gracefully away into another part of the small house.
    The bathroom, as she called it, was nothing like the stone bath chambers common to every Lair. No, this small room held surfaces of gleaming metal and ceramic tile with other items of some unknown substance that was highly polished but lighter than stone. He experimented a bit with the sink fixtures until he realized that cold water flowed when he turned one of the levers and hot water came out of the faucet when he turned the other. It was marvelous.
    He also found what he supposed was the liquid soap she’d mentioned. It smelled strange to his nose. It lathered like soap once he exposed it to the water. It also removed the dirt and grime from his person.
    Darius stripped off his leather shirt and washed thoroughly, using one of her towels to dry off. He slung the towel over his shoulder as he looked at his reflection in one of the finest mirrors he’d ever seen in a simple home. It was true silvered glass. Something most people could not afford in Draconia, though there were plenty of mirrors like this in the royal palace and the Lairs where dragons and their knights lived with their families.
    Deciding his arm was already healing well, he shrugged off the strangeness of this environment and went in search of his hostess.
    He found her bent over, rummaging through a small closet beneath a larger version of the sink in the bathroom. There were countertops made of something that looked like stone, but did not feel like it. For one thing, the surface was not cold like a slab of rock and did not have the same hardness to his senses when he reached out to rest one hand atop its surface.
    These thoughts registered only on the surface. The majority of his attention was taken up with the delectable shape of her ass as it wiggled enticingly before him. She was small compared to him. He guessed she’d fit him perfectly in all the right places. Her body was that of a siren, sent to tempt him. He tried his best to stifle a groan as his cock twitched in appreciation of her beauty, but he wasn’t entirely successful.
    She straightened abruptly and turned to face him. Surprise flickered on her face before it was replaced by feminine appreciation as her gaze lowered to his bare chest.
    “You snuck up on me,” she accused in a breathless voice.
    “I’m naturally quiet. Sorry.” In actuality, he wasn’t sorry at all. He advanced into the room, stalking her scent. Her natural fragrance was like that of an exotic flower to him. Earthy yet ethereal. Sumptuous and almost divine. “I don’t think the cut will require bandages, but it could use some medicine to clean away possible contagion. It burns.”
    “Oh.” She jumped as he neared, focusing on his arm. If not for the burn of what he thought had to be some foreign air that could infect his blood, he would never have distracted her with the injury. But he needed whatever medicine she had in her strange home, to combat what could develop into a life-threatening contagion.
    Then he’d take care of what seemed to be a very potent and very mutual attraction.
    “Are you sure? I can’t find the bandages. I never use them myself. I do have some antiseptic spray though.” She turned to pick up a bright white bottle that flexed under her fingers in a rather amazing way. He didn’t comment as she moved closer, taking his hand to lift his injured arm to the countertop. “This will sting at first.”
    The warning was unnecessary. The slight cold of the spray was nothing like the pain he’d expected. He looked at the wound to be sure the