23 The Calm Before the Storm
The docile tones of faint humming stirred Dorian from his slumber. Xia sat at the foot of the bed, brushing her hair. She felt the bed tremble and smiled. Dorian sat up, stretching his arms toward the ceiling.
“Good morning,” Xia greeted.
“Good Morning to you too,” Dorian replied. “It must be a terrible tragedy to manage all that hair. How do you do it?”
“I have my ways. It can be rather unruly, but we reach an agreement most times.”
Dorian chuckled as his eyes settled toward her. “So, tell me the truth.
How was it? Complaints? Improvements?”
“Honestly, I didn’t expect you to do what you did last night. I was impressed, and just for the record, I liked it very much. Perhaps enough to have another go, if you’re up to it.” Xia replied, finishing her fina
