"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.
