Doll Girl Meets Dead Guy: A Cozy Fantasy Romance by Lidiya Foxglove

Author:Lidiya Foxglove [Foxglove, Lidiya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-01-18T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

“You were gone a long time!" Una beamed when she caught Dorr coming up the stairs. “Were you with Sorla this whole time?”

"I took Silk to the park for a walk and she's exhausted,” he said, side-stepping that question. “I'm going to let her sleep in my room tonight. I think she's lonely out there.”

"As long as she stays in your room. The cats were here first."

"I know. I won't upset Grissa."

"She's an old girl," Una agreed. "Well, I was just going to have dinner alone with a book." She was holding a book bound in black leather from the circulation library simply titled, "My Death", which sounded like the last story in the world Dorr wanted for a read aloud.

"We could bet on some bones," he said.

"Ooh, yes! If you don't mind me stuffing my face at the same time."

So they had a decent evening gambling spare coins. Before the war, they would have invited their friends, but all of Dorr's friends were away fighting, or else they had died, and Una knew better than to invite a pack of girls over without the young men to balance them out. It still wasn't a bad night, with the cats meandering down to ball up beside them, enjoying the fire Dorr built, as the spring nights were still cool.

In the morning he felt mentally prepared to face a dreaded task: he needed to bathe. It was claimed to be a perk of being undead to have cool skin and not sweat much, and that did seem true enough that he had gotten away with merely washing his hands and face at the basin for many days. Besides, he now seemed to smell not of living sweat but of herbs, like the tonic. Either way, he wanted to scrub it off.

He had been trying his best to pretend his old body was still there, or perhaps that he didn't have a body at all and was just a spirit embodying a set of old clothes.

He heated the water and drew the bath himself, before the house stirred. He ran his fingers through the hot water, and it was the perfect temperature, beckoning his aching body.

He pulled off his gloves, showing his mismatched hands, and took a ragged breath before unbuttoning his shirt.

The stitches were still in his skin. He'd have to get them out soon. He was fairly well healed, but spirits!—his shoulder... It was even more of a mess than he'd thought. His arm had been swapped all the way to the shoulder socket, with flaps of skin sewn across his collarbone and the back of his shoulder. At first he could hardly tell where his body ended and Lorvaran's arm began, because there was so much scar tissue.

He couldn't exactly remember what had happened at the end, just that there was an explosion that threw him onto the ground. Clearly, it had gotten his right arm and leg. As he stripped off his trousers he saw the same mess of scarring around his hip and stitches at the top of his leg.

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