thoughtfully. “That’s quite a look for you.” A glob of green goo dropped out of Kelsa’s hair and landed on her shoulder with a wet splat, continuing on a slow slide down her chest. Hoping to avoid him, she’d gone wandering in the garden adjacent to his rooms. There she’d discovered the zooloo bird, and its propensity for sacrificing one of its many eggs to protect its brood from interlopers. She was wearing the smelly results of its efforts with something less than pleasure. “I need to use your shower—right now.” Face suspiciously straight, he waved her toward the bathing chambers. “Please. You’re about to drip on the rug. I‘d hate for you to have to clean it.” That earned him a dirty look. Muttering under her breath, Kelsa hurried into the bathroom and slammed the door, grateful it had a lock. She didn’t trust Kynan to not to take advantage of the situation, though he’d placed no demands on his “servant” of yet. It might be just a matter of time. Once clean, she turned off the spray and reached for a towel, belatedly realizing she didn’t have any clean clothes to replace her smelly stuff.
