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Chapters (66)
  1. PREFACE
  2. Full Page Image
  3. ONE
  4. TWO
  5. One week ago
  6. THREE
  7. Present day
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. FORTY-FOUR
  49. FORTY-FIVE
  50. FORTY-SIX
  51. FORTY-SEVEN
  52. FORTY-EIGHT
  53. FORTY-NINE
  54. FIFTY
  55. FIFTY-ONE
  56. FIFTY-TWO
  57. FIFTY-THREE
  58. FIFTY-FOUR
  59. FIFTY-FIVE
  60. FIFTY-SIX
  61. FIFTY-SEVEN
  62. FIFTY-EIGHT
  63. FIFTY-NINE
  64. SIXTY
  65. SIXTY-ONE
  66. SIXTY-TWO

"Yes. I can." He shrugs, going back to ignoring me as he drops to his knees in front of me. He gently grabs my ankle, his fingers brushing against my tender skin. His touch is both light and firm, the tips of his fingers pressing against the softness of my calf. The sudden movement startles me.

"What are you doing?" I ask with a frown, trying to wrench my leg from his grasp.

"You're dirty," he comments in a matter-of-fact tone. He tightens his grip on my leg as he removes one shoe.

"I'm what..." I blink.

"I need to clean your legs," he speaks as he removes my other shoe too, discarding it to the side. Grabbing the cloth, he starts wiping the caked mud and blood off my legs. His movements are brisk and efficient, his attention wholly focused on the task. I guess this is nice of him, but it still doesn't excuse his treatment of Thea and Cer.

When he finishes my lower leg, he pushes my dress up my thighs, the gesture taking me by surprise.

"W-wait a moment," I burst out as I push against his shoulders. He stops, raising a brow in question. "You should ask for permission first," I mumble as my cheeks heat up. I grab the hem of my dress and fold it nicely across my lap so I'm decent.

He frowns at me, confused.

"Remember how you were offended by the nudity in that TV show? This is the same, but in my world, people are offended when others see them naked without permission."

"But those humans were naked in the TV show," he says, even more perplexed.

"Well, yes. But that is entertainment and they agreed to be naked on screen."

"I do not understand this entertainment of yours."

"You said that in your world it's forbidden for people to engage in intercourse without being married, no?"

"Mated," he corrects.

"Mated. Same thing." I smile. "How is nudity perceived then?"

He stares at me unblinking.

"Only your mate can see you fully nude," he answers.

"Well, there you go." I chuckle. "Since we are not mated, from now on, ask me before you do something like this, okay?" I say with a smile. Sometimes it's like explaining things to a child.