So good.
He hadn’t had a shower this good in…well probably his entire life.
On the wall beside his arm were containers labeled with bodywash, shampoo, and conditioner. Atlas started with the shampoo, filling his palm before working the liquid into his hair. He washed and conditioned his hair before moving onto his body. Atlas wasn’t shy about using too much of the bodywash once he caught the amazing scent of it.
He probably spent way too much time in the shower and by the time he turned off the water, he felt like a whole new man. Well, getting the best night’s sleep ever probably helped with that as well.
Reaching for the door, Atlas realized he’d made a mistake. No towel. And he didn’t think air-drying was a real option. He didn’t want to use the clothes he’d slept in but that would have to do.
Atlas pushed the door open and gasped. Just what he needed. A stack of fluffy black towels now sat on a shelf that hadn’t been there before Atlas had entered the shower. He grabbed one off the top and began to dry his body.
Magic really was awesome. And this had to have been him. Bel wasn’t even in there with him and the towels had materialized out of nowhere. Still confusing but awesome no less.
Once he’d gotten most of his body dry, Atlas brought the towel up to his head.
He didn’t have much money and tried to save where he could, but he never missed one of his hair appointments. Atlaswished he had his normal styling products with him. He’d make do.
Stepping out of the shower, Atlas rested the towel around his shoulders.
The vanity beside the sink now had an arrangement of hair products, including a brush and hair dryer. It even looked like the products were the brand that Atlas normally used.
Magic was awesome.
He lost himself in the familiar routine of styling and getting himself ready for the day. Once he was satisfied that he was totally having a good hair day, he turned to pick up his clothes from the floor.
And they were gone.
What?
That was an issue.
Atlas moved the towel off his shoulders and tied it around his waist before walking out of the bathroom.
Now the bed was made?
Atlas threw up his hands. “Really, magic? Really?”
Sitting at the end of the now neatly made bed was a stack of clothes. Underwear, jeans, and a T-shirt. Okay, Atlas could work with that. Beside the bed he spotted a thick pair of socks and a pair of black leather boots. It was all a huge improvement on the stupid uniform he’d shown up in.
He dressed quickly, excited to share his thrilling morning with Bel.
Striding across the room, Atlas pulled open the door. Atlas wasn’t sure how he was going to find the demon prince but hoped this house or whatever wasn’t too big. Walking through the door, Atlas found himself inside Bel’s office. The same office as the night before.
Now that was very interesting.
Bel’s office had not been attached to Atlas’s bedroom when they’d walked to it the night before. Lifting his gaze, Atlas spotted Bel sitting behind his desk with his cell phone up to his ear.
Noticing that he had company, Bel smiled and waved Atlas forward.
Atlas practically skipped closer.
“I understand,” Bel said to whoever he was speaking to. “Yes. I appreciate it. I’ll see you soon.” He hung up and dropped the phone onto the surface of the desk.
“Bad call?” Atlas asked in sympathy, stopping in front of the desk. The top of the desk nearly reached his collar.
Bel grunted. “Everyone is so excited to meet you.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” Had Bel changed his mind about helping him?
