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unless Brielle, their healing
fairy was able to speed things up.
    Thame used the wooden chair for leverage.
He’d take a step on his good leg, use the chair for balance and then shift the
chair forward before taking another step. He was breathing heavy. A sheen of
sweat bathed his skin, but it was working. He was halfway down a dark hallway.
He couldn’t tell the color of the floor or the walls he occasionally leaned
against. This would be a gift from the Goddess herself if he made it there and
back without either of the women knowing.
    His back screamed like a banshee as he
shifted to the open door and nudged it closed with his elbow. Thame took care
of his personal business as quickly as possible and by the time his bladder
stopped screaming, the rest of his body took its place. Pain was so sever in
his back that shudders racked his body. Each step was an energy stealing effort
that caused his legs to buckle and his back to hunch. He wasn’t that far. There
was still a possibility of success.
    The guys would be laughing at his feeble
state and the trolls would have easily had his head on their plate. That thought
alone was enough to boost him two more steps before his legs began to tremble.
His knuckles turned white as he tried to hold on. All to quickly the floor came
at his face. There was a thud, a sharp pain across his torso, then he was lying
on the floor with his palpitating heart and gasping breaths.
    “Shite...” Her voice was sudden. It
sounded from the darkened hall with the soft patter of bare feet. “You should
have called,” she mumbled as she shifted to his side.
    He could see her pale feet. They were
without covering and gold polish shined on her toenails. It was such an odd
color against her skin drawing his attention as she knelt beside him and pushed
his golden hair from his face.
    “Are you hurt? You pulled open something,”
she said with a glance to his back.
    He could care less if he was bleeding.
Right now, his eyes were traveling up her ankles to her knees and to her creamy
thighs. Then the small knit robe she wore cut off his view. He reached out, was
going to push that up so he could view her creamy center. It wasn’t a plan just
an instinct but the moment he moved she stood and tugged on his outstretched
arm.
    “Come on...”
    He used his last bit of strength and her
soft body to stumble to the bed. There was no graceful landing but a collapse
onto his stomach and a grunt. His erection demanded attention even if the rest
of his body didn’t. He wanted to keep looking. Was her hair down? Would her
robe open and reveal hard little nipples? There was so much he wanted to see
and memorize but his head throbbed in pain. Blood loss once again stole his
conscious. “Thank...” he muttered but the beautiful sight that was Breena faded
away.
     
    Breena took the deepest breath of her
life as his eyes closed. Her body was on fire. The thumping of her heart was so
loud it could wake the dead. He was in his loincloth and his ass cheeks were
barely hidden. When she first saw him lying on the floor, she intended to berate
him and then help, but her eyes fell on his excess of uncovered flesh. She was
a goner from there. Holding her breath and trying desperately to keep her hands
from exploring.
    The man was a work of art. She watched
his closed eyelids and placed her hand on his back. They didn’t flutter open
and she took that as a sign. Her fingertips trailed down to his lower back. His
skin was so soft. She continued lower, her palm greeting the flesh of his
tanned butt. Her teeth nibbled at her lower lip and she followed the path to
his thigh. There was so much muscle, such strength beneath the soft exterior. What
a girl could do with all this muscle.
    Her palm slid back up, this time along
his hip, over the cloth and toward his head. She bypassed the red bandages and
brushed her fingers through his silky golden locks. Breena shifted the hair
away from his face, her fingers caressing his