“Is this better?” Charlie. He recognized the voice. “Don"t fight me.”
Is this better?Don"t fight me.At first Mason didn"t understand what he meant, but then he felt Charlie inside him, helping him straighten out his cramped-up muscles and running through a series of exercises to get the energy flowing again.
Slowly Mason realized he was lying in a shallow pool of water and he cast about for the presence of the man he"d been bent over. “Alaric?”
Alaric?“Let"s worry about you for right now,” Charlie responded. “Can you open your eyes?”
Mason opened his eyes, wincing, even though the room was fairly dark.
“Good. You over extended yourself.” Charlie reached behind him and held up a bottle of water. “Drink.”
“Is Alaric okay?” Mason asked, even as he took the water and sat up enough to dri
