"Oh damn it, just get inside." Damon willed and wrestled as much as he could when, once again, darkness completely enveloped him. A moment later, he was lying on the desert sand, ass up and face buried in the hot sand.
"Rest on me. I will take you somewhere safe where you can recuperate." A sweet voice sounded in his ears, and he felt his head hit something soft and pillowy. Warm, snuggly pillows that buried his face.
Damon knew who the smell belonged to, but he did not resist. He saved the last bits of strength he had left in case the damned woman tried something fishy.
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A couple of hours later...
"Princess, is this really okay?" An attendant asked as the woman watched the scene in front of her with shock and horror.
The one and only princess of the Great Western Desert Empire, the sand jewel of the west, the woman coveted by countless men, was currently cradling a bloodsucker on her lap, unwilling to even place his head on the bed.
"Shut up," Alzara said quietly, her voice firm but trembling. Her golden eyes, normally sharp and radiant like desert suns, were now clouded with worry. Damon’s head rested against her lap, cold to the touch, his breathing shallow and uneven.
It has only been a couple of hours, and he definitely needed more time for recovery, but she still couldn’t stop herself from worrying. After all, it was this man who had risked everything, all for her sake.
The attendant swallowed nervously. "B-but, Princess... he’s... he’s a bloodsucker. If anyone finds out..."
"Then they’ll find out," Alzara snapped. "And if they have a problem, I’ll turn them to sand myself."
The attendant bowed her head quickly, backing away. Alzara sighed, forcing her anger down. She looked back at Damon, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "You reckless fool," she whispered. "Why did you risk so much for me... don’t you already have many wives? Yet you dare to lust after me too?"
A blush appeared on her face as she quickly looked around to make sure the room was empty. She then lowered her head and placed a gentle kiss on Damon’s forehead.
As she did, Damon mumbled something incomprehensible. Her heart immediately skipped a beat, wondering if she was caught in the act. Luckily, the man on her lap did not exactly wake up. "You bastard... even half-dead, you’re still mocking me?" She smiled and hugged him closer.
Her assets squished on his face, but she did not care. She gently caressed his face, her fingers trailing softly along his jawline, tracing the faint cracks of dried blood that had yet to fade. "You really are impossible," she murmured, voice dropping to a tender whisper. "A monster who fights like a god, and sleeps like a child." Her thumb brushed over his lips.



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