Page 37 of Witch's Exile
His dark eyes sparkled mischievously as he patted the side of my hip. "Get dressed. I'll show you."
I pressed a kiss to Sal's neck before following Raum's lead, grabbing yesterday's leggings off the floor before remembering the damage he caused them last night.
"I hope it's new Lululemons," I groaned, digging through my duffel bag for a fresh pair. "That shit ain't cheap."
"Once we get back to civilization, I'll buy you all the yoga pants you want." Raum buckled his belt but chose to remain shirtless. I wasn't about to complain.
He led me downstairs and then through a door next to the kitchen which I figured was a broom closet. It turned out to be a basement.
"Did you install some kind of kinky sex dungeon overnight?" I purred, wrapping my arms around his waist as I followed him down the stairs.
"No," he chuckled. "But thanks for the idea. Another for when we get back to civilization."
He pulled a chain on a lightbulb overhead when we reached the bottom. My eyes took a moment to adjust as I glanced around the unfinished basement before settling on the figure tied to a support beam.
Concern washed over me first. Both of his eyes were black and his lip split open and bloody. Then he groaned and lifted his head. My shock and concern mixed into a cocktail of emotions I couldn't even begin to decipher.
White-hot anger through stormy gray eyes looked back at me.
"Seth!" I gasped.
