After a quick snap of my fingers, I was cleaned and dressed again. There was nothing that I could do about Salvatore slowly leaking from between my legs; I just had to hope that my panties could take it.
"You ready?" purred Ronan, already dressed. Despite his claims, he could move fast when he wanted to.
"Any idea what is happening?" I asked, taking his offered hand and walking out of the bedroom. In front of us was the ladder that acted like stairs, and honestly, I didn't think I was really up for them. I felt like I had just run a marathon, my legs were burning and one wrong move and my back was going to break.
Ronan, as if seeing my dilemma, pulled me onto his back. "No idea," he admitted as my arms wrapped around his neck and my legs around his hips. "With dem, it could be anythin' from someone getting more food den another or someone loosin' a leg. I'm votin' for someone loosin' a leg. With what dey just interrupted, someone better be bleedin'."
