Audrey’s eyes widened. Her heart picked up its pace. She pressed closer to the window, unable to look away.
He let out a long, keening moan.
Her body quivered.
Chapter Twelve
Audrey couldn’t leave him like that. It was curiosity mixed with concern. Though that was stupid, because she didn’t care about him at all. Either way, watching him now, his body shaking and his breathing labored, she knew she had to go inside and try to help.
She rounded the hut toward the front door. She almost tripped over the food basket. Cursing under her breath, she picked it up and knocked on the door.
“Go away!” Morgath screamed from inside.
“It’s me, Audrey. Let me in.”
“Go the fuck away, Audrey!” he raged even worse, his voice cracking with desperation.
“I’m here to help.”
“You can’t help. You’ll make it worse.”
“Make what worse?”
He growled, and she heard him throwing things at the wall. The sound of glass shattering and wood splintering made her take a step back and consider leaving. He was clearly not well. But then she shook her head and tried the door handle. It was locked, of course.
She banged on the door with her fist.
“I will not leave, and I’ll keep banging until you let me in.”
“Stop it with the racket! The noise is driving me insane!”
She kept banging harder. Eventually, she heard him stomp to the door. He unlocked it and threw it open.
The sight of him stole her breath.
His chest was heaving, his muscles taut and glistening with sweat. His hair was plastered to his face and neck. His cock was rock hard underneath his briefs, the fabric stretched tight over the more than generous length. There was a wet stain at the tip, where his arousal was leaking through.
Audrey could see how his thick member throbbed, barely concealed by the thin material. The outline of every ridge and vein was visible as it pulsed with his heartbeat. The bulge was enormous, pressing against the fabric so hard that it looked painful, and the wet spot was spreading as she stared at it.
She swallowed heavily and looked up at his face. From up close, he was even more handsome and rugged. His dark eyes were wild and unfocused, his jaw clenched so tightly that she could see the muscles jump beneath his skin.
“You don’t understand,” he said in a strained voice. “You must leave.”
“Then tell me. Make me understand.”
She pushed past him, and he stepped aside just to avoid her touching him. He closed the door and just stood there, with his back to her. She could see his shoulders trembling as if he was about to break down.
She placed the basket on the table and looked around the hut. The mess was shocking. Broken jars and vials were scattered across the floor, shards of glass glinting in the candlelight. Herbs had been torn and spread everywhere, their scent almost suffocating in the enclosed space. Furniture was splintered, a chair broken against the wall, a table overturned in one corner.
“What’s happening, Morgath? The girls told me a potion went wrong. Did you drink some kind of poison?”
He merely growled and didn’t turn to face her.
Audrey sighed and looked inside the basket. She found bread and dried meat, along with water and a flask of beer.
She held out the flask to him.
“You look dehydrated. You should at least drink something. Then you should eat.”
