248 Medieval Times (1)

Imani turned the dress Nikolay had handed her sideways as she inspected it. The cloth was old and grey but what could she expect, they were in the medieval times. She let out a frustrated groan as she turned the dress again and Nikolay walked up to her.

"Let me help you with that," he said and she moved the dress away before he could grab it.

"I got it," she bit out. She was a little bit pissed that Nikolay and Lucas had put them in this situation because it was their fight that had led them here... A fight she was the cause of... All of them were the reason they were in this situation.

"Help me," she muttered and he didn't hesitate to do that. He collected the dress from her so she could undo the knot of her robe and his gaze momentarily fell to her nipples which were pebbled from the cold.