The Hunt (6) *

"WHAT?!" Her eyes almost popped out, mouth gaped wide open- wide enough to fit in a few eggs.

"What? Do you want to go adventuring with all those sticky blood and mud glued to your skin?" He raised his brows.

"That is not the concern here." She shouted. "What do you mean by join you in bath?"

"That's exactly what it means. And you will be the one washing my body, it's a chore."

"I-"

"Oh, you don't want to?" An expressionless tone replaced his carefree one.

She gulped. She forgot for a moment who he was and what he was capable of.

"If you don't have any problems, let's proceed."

She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists in response. But after a few moments, she let it all go and sighed. After all, the strong ruled the weak.