Creed

Angel had no words.

“Continue about your Creed. How did the mating happen? Did he take your body before he could chain you?” Re

“He wouldn’t have,” Gali disagreed. “I would guess he worried about being overly powerful for her body to withstand and became too cautious to begin. He lost his patience, and then was riddled with guilt for his brutal treatment.”

“That’s not how it went down.” Angel started to undress. She wasn’t thrilled to have to get into that bath but at least it didn’t stink. “He chained me. It was the morning after, when he let me go, that I kind of messed things up.”

“How?” Re

“He wanted to take me home but he was still showing signs of the ravage. I just wanted to touch him, so I did. He kept telling me to stop but I wouldn’t listen. It’s totally my fault. I seduced him.”

“How romantic!” Re

Angel tested the bath. The water was warm and a bit thick, like sitting in milk. She ran her fingers through it, looking at her palm. “Please tell me that I don’t have to wash my hair in this.”

“Your hair is fine.” Gali leaned over and carefully gathered it all, holding it up. “How do you feel about being mated to Creed?”

She didn’t have to think about it as she lowered and sank into the tub. “I love him. I wish he wasn’t in trouble. I’m afraid for him.”

“Think of yourself,” Re

“Aveoth won’t do that.” Gali’s tone cooled. “He would never kill a mate. He has his own. He’d want to fall if he lost his Jill.”

“That’s true.” Re

Both women grew quiet and Angel closed her eyes after settling down into the tub. That was her biggest fear. What if Lord Aveoth did something that made Creed end his life so she’d be spared?

She fought the urge to cry. It wasn’t going to happen. She wouldn’t allow it.