Cormac
CormacAbby took me to our quarters, stopping just outside the door. She gave me a once over and shook her head. “Nope. That mess is not going inside.”
I agreed. Had I not been with her I would have showered in the fighters’ area and left the armor to be cleaned by Styx’s finely trained crew. “I can go take care of this elsewhere.”
“Not what I meant.” She glanced down at herself and grimaced. “Gross. This has to go, too.”
I had no idea what my mate intended until she reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off over her head. Stunned, I watched her drop it on the floor and reach for the fastening of her pants. We were alone in the corridor, but this was not the place to disrobe. “What are you doing, female?”
“Stripping. Get busy. Take if off. All of it.”
“I do not unde
