Page 77 of Dark Voyage Matters of the Mind

She couldn't just globe-trot with Dagor and not work for a living.

He might have the resources to cover both of them, but she never wanted to be dependent on anyone for her every need. Not even someone she loved and who loved her back.

"Are you okay?" Dagor asked as he opened the door to her cabin. "You've been uncharacteristically quiet."

"I'm tired. That's all."

It wasn't a lie. Perhaps the effect of Dagor's blood was subsiding, and she was finally feeling the exhaustion her ordeal entailed.

Heck, even if she hadn't been injured, the events of the day would have been enough to sap her energy.

Dagor patted her shoulder. "I'll help you shower and then tuck you in bed. A few hours of sleep will do you good."

"Sounds like a plan." She waited until he stopped pushing the wheelchair to get up and immediately swayed on her feet.

Dagor caught her elbow. "Easy, tigress. You've been through a lot and shouldn't push yourself."

"Getting up and walking is not pushing myself, and Gertrude said I should move as much as possible."

"Carefully." He led her to the bathroom and sat her down on the bench in the shower. "Is it okay if I undress you? Or do you want to do it yourself?"

Suddenly, she felt a little more energetic. "You can help. But if you want to be in the shower with me, you need to get naked too."

At the moment, it was more bluster than any real intent to engage in fun and games, but seeing the god naked was a treat she could enjoy even in her weakened state.

He pretended to scowl at her. "Don't get any ideas. You need to rest."

"Me?" Frankie batted her eyelashes at him. "I don't have any ideas." She smirked. "For now, I will be happy to just watch. After I rest, though, I do have a few ideas that pertain to both of us being naked."

"Ugh, you are wicked." He cupped his erection over his jeans. "Look what you have done."

Frankie laughed. "Get naked, and I promise to be good and not to tease you."

"Too late for that." He whipped his shirt over his head.

His jeans hit the floor a moment later, and then he was standing in front of her in all his naked glory with his erection pointing at her face.

She was tempted to reach for it, but she'd promised to be good, and Frankie always kept her promises.

Closing her eyes, she let out a groan. "I'd better not look, or I might get naughty."

"We wouldn't want that." His voice sounded pained, but she still kept her eyes tightly shut.

In the next moment, he removed her dress and started on the bandages Gertrude had so carefully wrapped around her wound.

"You should take a look at this," Dagor murmured. "Even the bruising is fading."

She opened one eye and glanced down her side. "Unbelievable."

"Indeed."

Dagor got the water running, checked that it was the right temperature, and proceeded to wash her hair with a tenderness that brought tears to her eyes.

Luckily, he couldn't see them with the water running down her face or smell them over the strong scent of her shampoo.

When Dagor was done washing her, he wrapped her in a big towel, carried her to the bed, and gently laid her down. "Rest." He pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Thank you." She sighed in contentment as he covered her with the blanket and tucked the edges in. "Please wake me up in a couple of hours," she murmured. "I don't want to miss Amanda's wedding."