Goddess Of The Underworld.
A Crown.
Envy
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I find my way back through the house well enough, with the guys right behind me, of course. I only messed up once when I opened a linen closet, thinking it was a hallway. Haiden had made a joke about being more than happy to follow me in. Once I finally found the right door to the hallway I realised my clothes were still in Haiden’s room so I went to go in there which only made him happier.
“You want to use my shower, love?” He winks.
I roll my eyes. “I’d like to get my clothes you stole, actually.”
“You won’t be needing those actually.” Noah says standing in front of my open door. Not sure when I decided it was mine, but yeah. He stands there to the
side drawing my attention to the numerous bags that line the floor of the bedroom.
“What is that?” I point.
“Clothes, for you. Levi and I thought you might like some things…” He looks suddenly nervous. “Of course if you don’t like them, we can return them.”
I slowly take my hand off Haiden’s door and walk towards Noah. Peering inside the room I see it’s a lot of bags.
“You know I only have one body, right?”
“Oh, trust me. I am very aware of your body.” He says under his breath and I’m going to choose to ignore that comment for now, I reach down for a bag and wince at the pull in my shoulder from the workout. I hear four sharp intakes of breath before I feel the telltale sign of a ripped stitch.
“I smell your blood, my luna.” Hawk, Noah’s wolf sniffs hard over my shoulder.
“It’s just a little rip. It’ll be fine. I can patch it back up.”
A series of low growls sound out and I’m starting to think these wolves might be even clingier than the
guys,
Levi steps closer but I can see through his eyes it’s not him. It’s flint. He slowly reaches for my top and pulls it down from the collar, Growling at the sight of the smallest amount of trickling blood. “You will let me fix this, doll.”
“Ahh, I’m not sure wolves are great doctors.”
“My human is a trained doctor. He will fix this.”
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11:45 am P P P P
A Crown.
My eyes widen. Levi never said anything about being a doctor, but I guess it would make sense that he was the one to readily accept my need to complete my
schooling for it.
“Oh, okay then.”
“Take this off.” Flint tugs at my shirt and I’m pretty sure I’m sporting a full blush now.
“Ummm, how about I just change it for a different shirt. Something more accessible that still covers…me.”
Levi’s eyes turn back to their usual green and he runs a hand through his long black hair.
“Sorry…” He mumbles. “He’d just wants you fixed up sooner rather than later.”
He pulls his shirt off, exposing some delicious muscles and an array of black tattoo’s that I couldn’t see before and hands it to me. “It’s loose enough
to be able to get to the wound.”
“Thanks.” I blush as I make my way through the wardrobe the bathroom the change.
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