Chapter 39
- “Daxx?” Michael was on the other side of the door.
- “Not yet, Michael.” She adjusted her hold, so I could try to lift one foot out. “The spike in pain was just getting the leggings over her scraped-up knees.”
- I could hear mumbled voices outside the door. I needed distractions as they helped me lift feet and pulled some kind of shorts up my legs. “What’s this mate, princess stuff?”