Elijah POV
I found her- or, well, she found me. I was elated to see her again, and she was every bit as beautiful as she had been the last time, even in all her fury.
“What were you thinking? Or do you think at all? You could have died in this storm!” She berated me, standing at her stove in a damp shirt. She was bringing a kettle to boil, and I feared she would make more of that disgusting tea.
“Where do you keep your towels?” I asked, ignoring her question. “You should dry off.”
“Don't you worry about me,” she spat, “You're the one with no color in his face. Take those clothes off; I'll find you something dry.”
“Yes ma'am,” I all but purred. I would remove my clothes for her any day- and I did, shamelessly stripping down to my underwear in her kitchen. I knew by the way she stole g
