My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 368

Lyra

I stepped back, blinking, as the light flooded the room. Nadia stood beside me, barefoot on the floorboards. We stared at the wardrobe together.

"Let's do this," I said.

"Shit," Nadia said. "You really want to clean right now?"

"Yeah." I turned and went for the drawer.

"Lyra, I don't care about your clothes. I care about your ass."

I pulled open the drawer, saw the mess inside, and closed it. I turned to the wardrobe and pulled open the doors. My clothes tumbled out. Nadia sighed and came to stand beside me.

"Well, here we are." She picked up a sweater, sniffed it, and tossed it aside. "This one's clean."

I took a dress off a hook. "I haven't worn this since my fifteenth birthday."

"I remember." Nadia gave it a quick glance and nodded. "That stays. You look hot in it."

I set it on the bed and took another dress off the hook. "This too."

"What the hell, you've got a whole rack of dresses in here. When do you ever wear them?"

"Weddings, funerals." I pulled a shirt off a hook. "An engagement party." I looked at it, shrugged, and threw it to Nadia, who tossed it aside. I went back to the rack. "And a particular funeral – I don't remember who was buried..."

Nadia made a face. "Ugh, I remember that one… your dad forced both you and Sera to attend. Your dad's a dick."

"Yeah," I said.

She pulled a skirt out, gave it a look, and folded it. "Keep." She tossed it on the bed.

I pulled another dress off the hook, held it against my body, and studied myself in the mirror. It was a black sheath, simple and clean. "What do you think?"

"I think you should wear that to bed," Nadia said, reaching out to me.

I caught her wrist. "Not now; we're cleaning." I hung the dress on the rack and took a sweater off a hook. I sniffed it, frowned, and tossed it. It landed on the floor with a thump.

"Right."

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