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She placed her hands in the small of her back, arched so her breasts thrust forward, and said, "And I'll not be sleeping on that rock you call a bed again. There's a perfectly good bed back at the cottage. Understand?"
Lucifer nodded dumbly as he muttered over his shoulder to Dience, "Carry on." He had a sneaking suspicion he knew what people meant when they said a man was 'whipped'. He just had to make sure his tongue wasn't hanging out and drool wasn't dripping off his chin. Christ, this is the last blood magic I'll ever do.