How I Stole the Princess's White Knight and Turned Him to Villainy : Miracle 1 by AJ Sherwood

Author:AJ Sherwood [Sherwood, AJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: AJ Sherwood
Published: 2022-09-15T16:00:00+00:00

Six

Tan

Ever had the headache from hell, where even the roots of your hair hurt?

Tan, in this moment, had such a throbbing pain. He’d curse an infant to get rid of it, that’s how desperate he was. Great gods, just what had he done to—

Oh. Right. Discouraging a barbarian army after multiple major portations apparently took that much work. Good to know.

He turned his head a little, wanting to roll over in the vain hope that it might ease the tension in his neck and shoulders. Just that little movement made him whimper. Oh fuck no. No moving. Bad. Very bad.

Gentle fingertips caressed his face and that at least didn’t hurt. Felt nice. Tan dared to turn his face slightly into it.

“Are you awake?”

Would speaking hurt? Tan tried anyway. “Unfortunately.”

“I pulled your potions from your box of things. Anything in there to help you?”

Devan was the king of knights. The manliest of men. The glory to the sun. Damn, it was sexy that he could anticipate what Tan needed. “Blue…blue stoppers.”

“All of them?”

“Fuck yes,” Tan whimpered hopefully.

The mattress shifted as Devan got off it. Tan listened intently—or tried—but then his ears protested that kind of concentration level. He might have, possibly, seriously overdone it.

Tan blamed Devan’s sexiness. There’s not much he wouldn’t do for a man with that sex appeal. Well, alright, it wasn’t just the sex appeal. If Tan started listing out all the things he liked about Devan, he’d be here all century, so he chose not to go down that well-worn path. It already had ruts in it.

A gentle hand helped prop him up. Tan leaned against a muscled shoulder, pillowed against the man’s chest, and damn, Devan smelled good. Warm skin, a trace of sandalwood and musk that tickled his nose. If it wouldn’t absolutely murder his already throbbing head, he would have turned his nose into the curve of Devan’s neck and gotten a good sniff.

The cool touch of glass touched his lips and he eagerly drank the full vial down. In seconds, relief spread through his system as his magical core stopped being ouchy and unable to move from bed to grumbling discontent. Significant improvement.

Devan fed him a second vial—this one felt like a cure-all potion, great stuff for aches and pains—and then a third. Third one was definitely an energy restoration. It couldn’t do much for his magical core, but it did prevent Tan from feeling like death warmed over. Also gave him the energy to do really athletic things like leave the bed.

Sighing in satisfaction, Tan leaned into Devan and wrapped an arm around his waist. So much better. He no longer felt like a badly risen zombie. Life was on the up and up.

“You’re feeling better already if you’re trying to snatch cuddles from me,” Devan drawled against his forehead.

“The potions work better with skinship.”

“Bullshit. But it’s fine, stay there a moment. I brought water up for you, too. Drink some and hydrate.”

Devan was incredibly well versed in magical depletion and how to cure it if he knew to pour water down Tan’s parched throat.

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