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Her eyes drop. “So are you.”

I shift my hands to her shoulders, keeping the connection, while also stopping myself from rubbing my body against hers.

She lifts her gaze slowly back up to mine. “Why are you in a robe?”

I look down, watching as she trails a finger along the edge of the material over my chest. Then she pulls it back, revealing bare skin.

My spine curls at the feeling of her skin against mine. “Flower.”

Nix tries to flatten the wool back into place. “You can’t wear this.”

“It is all that fits.”

Her eyes meet mine. “What?”

“Bigger, remember?” I lift a brow. “My clothes do not fit.”

She looks down again.

I almost confirm that my undergarments do not fit either. But the way my cock is starting to tent the robe says it for me.

“Well,” she huffs and drops her hands to her sides. “You need to find something else to put on. You can’t just… bare ball under that.”

A laugh scrapes out of me.

She ignores my reaction. “And you can’t just stand here all day.”

I narrow my eyes. “Why not?”

She rolls hers at me.

Nix. Rolls her eyes at me.

I do not recall anyone, in the past two hundred years, doing such a thing.

Another purr leaves my chest.

She crosses her arms, which only brings my attention down. To her chest.

To her tits.

I purr louder.

Chapter 42

Nix

Idrop my arms. “Stop it.”

Volik drags his tongue over the tip of his fang. “I cannot help it.”

My core throbs in agreement.

“Which is why you can’t stay here.” I argue. “I can’t think right when you’re around. Especially when you’re… practically naked.”

“I am hardly naked.”

“Close enough.” My eyes lock on the triangle of bare chest. “If someone touched you…” I clench my fists at my sides.