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“Of course,” Vic replied, forcing herself to grin.“You can teach me how to drive properly on the way to and from our book looting trip.”
“Deal,” Zoe agreed.
Frustrated at how the date had ended, Victoria hurried to her cabin.A storm was brewing and she didn’t want the books to become saturated.She’d left her weapons behind, but would pick them up in the morning.
She let herself into the cabin, put the books on the small table and lit the fire.“He ruined my best shirt,” Vic complained, opening her jacket to see how bad the damage was.She didn’t have any sewing skills, but the garment was beyond repair anyway.
Her treacherous body recalled how good it had felt to have his hands and lips on her.Shaking her head, she refused to dwell on how long it had been since she’d been naked with a guy.Obviously, Camriel had a lot to learn about modern women.
“He should have read new books rather than something that was written decades ago,” she complained.
Muttering to herself, she began the laborious project of heating water up to have a hot shower.She washed her hair and quickly soaped herself, managing to rinse everything off moments before she ran out of water.
“That was totally worth it,” Vic declared, feeling far more relaxed now.She felt sorry for Zoe and Grace that they didn’t have her setup.They didn’t have any showers at all in their base.It wasn’t the same using a washcloth and hot water from a pot.
It would take a lot of work to install plumbing throughout all three wings.Somehow, she was sure Amaros and his knights would eventually be able to pull it off.For now, she was the only one who had access to hot showers.
“I should let Zoe and Grace borrow my bathroom,” she figured as she got dressed and dried her hair.“Amaros can use it if he wants to.Camriel could get bent even if he was coated in fudging elephant crap from head to toe.”
The warrior was on her shiz list right now.It was going to take time for her annoyance with him to fade.Until it did, she didn’t want to see or speak to the man.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
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CAMRIEL SAT ON THEblanket in the meadow, staring at the horizon he could no longer make out in the darkness.Thunder heralded a coming storm and still he didn’t move.Rain pelted down and hail soon began pounding him.The warrior stoically took the punishment he so clearly deserved.
Come home, Camriel, Amaros said into his mind a while later.The girls need our help.
That was about the only thing that could get the knight moving.Cam hauled himself to his feet and gathered up the sodden picnic items.He cut across the meadow and slid down the hillside to get to the road and sprinted to the base.Victoria had left his truck just before the second boulder.She’d left the keys in it.He stripped naked and reached into the back seat for another blanket.He spread it on his seat to protect the leather from the water.
The knight remained stone faced as he parked under the trees and used the blanket to cover himself.
“He’s back,” he heard Grace call out in relief as he tugged tarps over the vehicle.The teen had come to the north wing to check on him and now returned to her task.The rain drumming on the roof muffled outside noises.
Sensing the trio were at the back left corner of the main wing, Camriel strode to his room to change.He then reluctantly headed to where they were clustered.
