Chapter Eighty-six (Dane’s POV) Present Time

As soon as we got back to the house, Anastasios Martas ushered Evanore away, insisting she needed to rest. I noted the entire place looked normal, the front door was back in place and I assumed the hole in my kitchen wall would have disappeared too. I suppose there was an advantage to having two immortal witches under my roof.

The foyer was empty now and I couldn't perceive the guardians downstairs. Thinking they had all taken my advice on taking a break, I placed an open palm on Saraya's back and shepherded her up the stairs. She clung to my side, pressing her face to my skin.

We both shared a bath and took turns helping to wash each other's hair.

Kneeling in front of her, I framed her hips and shut my eyes as she poured shampoo into my hair and worked up a lather. I tried to not think of my position and her full luscious breast pointed at my face.

After a while, I gave in and first nuzzled the pinkish, beaded peaks with my nose, listening to her breath catch with pleasure.