Book Eight: Chapter 151

“Agreed.” He tilted his head back to look at Cecilia. “Hold on just a second.” The banshee released his shoulders and he submerged his head and waited several moments for the heat to sink into his scalp. Once he surfaced, he gave her a grin. “Since you promised to wash it and all.”

“T’was a bargain struck,” she replied, then felt around the base of the tub for a small basket that had been filled with some travel shampoo he had brought. It was an alchemical mixture that Zelenia had created, something that centaurs used for their human hair as well as their tails. “Lean back and relax,” she said.

Mike obeyed, allowing Cecilia to massage his scalp and wash him. He used that time to rub Sofia’s feet, and couldn’t help but smile when he heard a little moan of pleasure come from her. This was the sort of thing he enjoyed doing, acts of love and devotion with his family.

His mood briefly darkened when he thought about Tink. The whole reason he was here was to save her lif