Stephan was awakened by the noise echoing through his room. He frowned with mild amusement.
"What the hell?" he muttered, getting off the couch.
The racket came from the girl, Yennefer, Anna Mary, and for some reason, his Soul Servant, Grief, too.
He'd given the girls his bed for the night. Grief had chosen to sleep on the floor instead after healing Yennefer and Anna Mary with her soul energy. It didn't surprise him. Back in the Abyssal Realm, when he'd fought her, she'd used regeneration magic, she'd even regenerated her sword after he shattered it.
So it made sense that both Yennefer and Anna Mary were fully healed. Not a scratch remained. Their flawless skin bore no trace of yesterday's brutal battle.
"You lost the fight. You don't get to bath first, bitch," Anna Mary snapped.
"I lost to Stephan, not your scrawny ass," Yennefer shot back. "Don't forget, I humbled you."
"Huh, that was luck. You caught me off guard."
"I can do it again," Yennefer said, stepping forward.
