Page 72 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
“Are you sure? It looked like you were getting awfully cozy with that witch. If she sees you holding me like this, she might not let you into her bed tonight,”I say back in his head, but I’m pretty sure I’m slurring my words, so I have no idea if all the words get through to him or not.
“I’m not going to respond to any of that since I know how spiked witches’ wine can be.”
“It’s spelled?”
“Most likely.”
I frown.“Are you sure an earthquake isn’t happening right now?”
“Very sure.”
I sigh.“Can you help me find someplace to sit down?”
He scoops me into his arms, not asking for permission.
“Put me down.”
“It will take you all night to walk to our hut if I do.”
Our hut—huh.
I stop protesting and let him carry me, mainly because the up is now down and down is now up, and my body is beginning to heat, and he smells so damn good, and…
He sets me down somewhere soft, but I barely register it. Just that his scent seems further away now. But it quickly returns.
“Here, drink this.”
My stomach balks at the idea of anything else entering it.
“Drink this, it will help. Just a couple of sips.”
I take the small cup from his hand and sip. Once, twice…it’s all I can do, but suddenly the world isn’t spinning so fast anymore.
“Better?”
I nod.
I finally glance around and realize I’m lying in a small bed covered in pink sheets. The walls are dressed in frilly lace and adorned with rosy-hued artwork—soft, delicate, and overwhelmingly pink. It’s far too much for my taste, like being smothered in cotton candy.
Nyx sits on the edge of the bed, studying me closely.
“I should probably just sleep it off.”
“You can in a minute. I need to make sure you’re okay first.”
“I’m fine after whatever it was that you made me drink.”
“It’s an antidote, but not enough to actually draw out all of the effects of the magical wine. Just enough to dampen the side effects.”
“Well, whatever it is, I feel much better.” My eyes draw up and down his sculpted body. A body I’d very much like to climb into my bed and—
“You’re screaming your thoughts again.”
I glare at him. “I am not.”
“You are. Once again, I won’t hold your thoughts against you because it’s the wine talking.”
“It’s not.”
