"You should probably take the first shower." I kicked off my boots with a groan of satisfaction and then a moue of disgust.
Running, wading through a stream, running some more, being captured, and then getting more or less doused in blood hadn't done the insides of those boots any favors.
"And I think these need to be burned," I added.
Lucian swooped down, picked up the boots, and unceremoniously flung them out the open front door. "No arguments here. Are you saying I smell as bad as they do?"
"You're the one with the supernatural nose. You tell me."
Lucian grimaced and yanked off his own disgusting boots.
He tossed them out after mine and slammed the door shut, as if he needed to be quick before all four of them ran back inside to torture us. Actually, given what I'd done to his socks, maybe he was being prudent.
"Yeah, fair. I'm not going first, though. Go get in. I'll join you in a sec."
He would what?
