“Yes,” I said, more awkward than I’ve ever felt, and not just because I was stark n***d in front of a powerful demigod. “It ... I’m ... I wasn’t actually ... oh, goddess. This is just a mess.”
He glanced over my shoulder. “Do you need assistance? Would you like me to call one of the female mates?”
“No, I don’t need—” I waved a dismissive hand. “I don’t need anyone. The mess isn’t me, or rather, it is, but not in the way that you think. The truth is, I’m not having my period.”
He just looked at me with those uncanny, brilliant eyes, eyes that in this light had a touch of icy blue in their silver depths.
“My woman’s time,” I said, using his phrase. “I’m not having it. I won’t for several months. My birth control takes care of that. And yes, I’m sure you don’t particularly care about what
