He was just in protective mode because he hadn’t liked having to stand on the sidelines while I dueled Bleddyn.And had liked even less the bloody mess I’d looked like after the mage fight, although most of that had been from the earlier assault by Rand.I hadn’t pointed that out, however, as we were still trying to avoid all-out war.
Or at least, I assumed so.
“I need to get dressed,” I told Ulmer, who didn’t seem to know what to do with that piece of information.
“Out!”Cyrus said again, and Ulmer scowled.
“This is the problem with Were society,” he muttered.“Too damned human.”
But he left, although knowing him, he didn’t go far.
“You up to this?”Cyrus said softly, after the door shut again.
I looked at him, and for a second, there were two of them.Blood loss, I thought, and let my head sag onto his chest.“And if I say no?”
“Then it’s no, and they can all go to hell,” he said, as a hard but gentle hand found my hair.
It felt good, as his touch always did.Felt right, like his musk had smelled when he’d been about to hand Bleddyn his ass.Would have been a short fight, I thought, and smiled.
Even shorter than mine.
Maybe the guy got lucky.
“I’ll order room service,” Cyrus whispered.“We’ll veg out, watch some movies...”
“Sure.And everyone will be happy to leave us alone, with no interruptions.”
“They’ll be interruptions,” came faintly from Ulmer outside the door.
Cyrus snarled at it.
I sighed.
“We can watch movies tomorrow,” I told him.“Besides, I want to see Sebastian.I didn’t get to after… after.”
“The healer said not to tire yourself out—”
“I’ll be quick.”
He didn’t look happy about that, but he nodded.“I’ll order pizza for the clan from room service.We leave when it gets here.”
“Deal.”
Knowing how slow room service was around here, that should give me more time than I wanted.I started looking around for some clothes before realizing I didn’t have any.The lovely outfit I’d come in was now a heap of rags on the ballroom floor.
“Bathrobe?”
“We can do better than that,” he said, and got up to crack the door.
Only to be almost run over by a trio of girls with bags, boxes, and what looked like half a boutique in their arms.
“We knew you’d need clothes,” Sophie said breathlessly.“Although we had to guess your size!”
She looked rosy-cheeked and happy for a girl who’d just been in a huge battle a little over an hour ago.But she was nothing if not resilient, and somebody had obviously loaned her a credit card again.I tried not to think about the bill.
Although that was hard after seeing the haul.
“What is all this?”I asked because it looked like they’d bought out a store.
