Taming My Time-Traveling Lover in My Bed: The Savage King

Chapter 3

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except for the sound o

the back of her hand against his

" she said. "The w

yes snapping open. They were gl

own body,"

was a death sentence. She knew that,

She picked up the blister pack of

y were half red, half white. She

They'll kill the bacteria

in her hand like she was

ked, his lip curling.

that kills bad things in your body." She was parroting what the wilderness course instructor had drilled into th

was clearly th

ce dripping with disgust. "Y

he capsules went flying, bo

n," he declared, his hand f

She was tired, scared, and her

he yelled. "It's goi

He was a product of his time, whatever time that was,

onsume it," he said coldly. "T

ill from a stranger. It was a twi

o calm down. She couldn't force it dow

s. She blew the dust off them. Then, she po

of herself and pushed the other

ked, looking him dead in the eye. "In

s. A flicker of understanding crossed his face.

ed, his voice leaving

ological gamble was enormous. Then she thought of the tabloid headlines, of the blood already soaking into her priceless antique mattress, and of the fact that if this man died in her

eyes wide with sho

ter and set it down. Sh

t to see if I drop dead. But you

is hand. She was making him choose

ce for any sign of deceit. She sta

is body. His teeth chatter

uldn'

m like they were made of glass. He looked at her one last time, memorizing her feature

is mouth and took a lo

wall

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Taming My Time-Traveling Lover in My Bed: The Savage King

Winnie Suchoff Modern

“I bought an antique four-poster bed at Sotheby's, said to be the final resting place of a long-dead European king. A week later, I woke up to the thick smell of blood, only to find a massive, heavily wounded man in my bed holding a forged steel sword to my throat. He was dressed in ruined velvet and gold, bleeding out from a massive abdominal gash. When I tried to save him with modern medicine, he called it sorcery and nearly choked me to death. He destroyed my expensive appliances, treating my home like a witch's lair. I thought he was a lunatic cosplayer who broke in, until he tossed me a massive ruby ring as a down payment for my help. I looked it up online. It was the lost coronation ring of King Cain the Cruel, valued at thirty million dollars. I was terrified of this savage who could snap my neck in an instant. I couldn't comprehend how a tyrant who had been dead for 135 years was breathing in my attic, until he lay back down on the antique mattress and literally vanished into thin air before my eyes. The bed was a time portal. The police would lock him in a psych ward and confiscate the priceless artifact, leaving me with nothing but bloodstained sheets and trauma. "I can give you more wealth than you can imagine." So, when he reappeared and offered me the lost Fabergé eggs of his fallen empire in exchange for modern shelter, I didn't call 911. I took his hand and became the 21st-century gatekeeper for a time-traveling king.”