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flying over
her face as she fell. Moving as fast as he could, he reached her side and held
her up.
    Randor wanted to laugh at the fury
and embarrassment on her face, but the feel of her lush body pressed against
his had him aroused more than anything else. Her cheeks flushed with a pink hue
and her pupils dilated before she pushed him away.
    So, he wasn’t the only one that felt the attraction between
the two of them. Interesting.
    Adora continued to glare at him,
her eyes glowing with rage. “You knew that would happen, didn’t you?”
    “I tried to warn you.”
    “You didn’t tell me I’d crash through the freaking door!”
She pulled a couple of pieces of wood from her hair and healed a small scratch
on her forehead as she did.
    “My apologies, Princess.”
    Her shoulders tensed. “Stop calling me that.”
    “It’s your title, is it not?”
    Without replying, she stepped around him and checked herself
for any cuts before leaning against the granite bench top to regard him with a
cool demeanour.
    The pulsating ache in Randor’s side reminded him why he’d entered the bathroom. He carefully pulled off his
shirt, wary of the wound. After throwing the shirt on the ground, he looked
down to the wound that still wept through the bandage he’d applied an hour
earlier.
    Shit .
    Twelve hours after the princess stabbed him and it still
hurt and wept. That was unusual, considering he was such a fast healer, a
natural Fae trait.
    He looked at Adora . “Would you
mind…?” He motioned for her to move to the side so he could reach the medicine
cabinet.
    She obeyed without a sound. Randor opened the cabinet to pull out a bottle antiseptic and a new bandage. He looked
up as he placed the items on the bench and found a quizzical expression on her
face.
    “What is that?” She gestured to the bottle.
    Faeries healed everything with either magic or natural
remedies native to the realm. Unless they’d visited the human realm, the Fae would have no idea what human medicines were.
    “It’s a medicine used to cleanse wounds and stop them
becoming infected.”
    Tending to his wound, Randor winced as he peeled the bandage back from his skin. Clear fluid and blood oozed
from the wound. The skin around it was so red it almost glowed. How was it
possible the wound had gotten worse?
    Adora made a small sound of
acknowledgement. “It’s from my sword.” Her eyes widened as she spoke. “But I
don’t remember stabbing you.”
    “That’s because I wiped your memory so you wouldn’t remember
my face. None of my targets have seen my face until you. Then again, I wasn’t
expecting to bring you here.”
    He soaked a gauze patch with antiseptic and applied it to
the wound. Sucking in a breath, he clenched his teeth as a sharp pain shot
through his abdomen and settled in his brain.
    The princess suddenly slapped his hand away and crouched
before him.
    Confusion spread through him. “What?”
    She cut him off with the wave of a hand. “The sword is
charmed,” Adora explained. “Any wound made with it will
spread through the victim’s body until it reaches the brain and drives him mad.
It’s my magic and only I can break the spell to stop its effects.” She glanced
up at him. “May I?”
    Randor looked down at her–innocent
with her eyes wide, lips in a small pout, a hand on his waistband–and wanted Adora to touch him elsewhere. A vision of her lips wrapped
around his cock as she sucked him dry shot through his mind. He wanted to
tangle his fingers in her golden hair and drive into her as hard as he could.
    Oh fuck. He was in trouble.
    He cleared his throat and nodded quickly. “Please.”
    She moved and placed her warm hands on either side of the
wound. Randor closed his eyes when he felt the tingle
of magic working its way into his body. Adora whispered words and tendrils of magic worked around the wound, seeping into his
bloodstream. His entire body heated and he felt as though he was floating.
    The pain he’d felt and