Book 3 Chapter 63: There's a Whole Mortal Plane out there
Jacque was shaken awake by the naked woman next to him. He opened his golden eyes halfway, yawning through his tusks.
“Darling, a man only has so much stamina.”
“My husband is back. You need to leave!”
“You’re married? That’s wonderful. I bet he’s a very happy man.”
There were footsteps up the stairs heading toward the bedroom. Jacque quickly rolled off the bed, grabbing his shoes and clothes that had thrown off of it, and then slid cooly under the bed where he began slowly wiggling on different articles of clothing.
The door slammed open, and more heavy footsteps made their way in, along with the smell of fish and salt. That explained why her husband had been away.
“Gods I hate regular fishing. If only that mutt consul and his bitch would lift the moratorium on leviathan hunting then I wouldn’t have to handle these slippery little fuckers any more.”
Jacque bristled a bit as he carefully slipped on his trousers. He didn’t particularly like hearing his father and aunt referred to like that, but he wasn’t in the best position to defend anyone’s honor that particular morning.
“Why the hells are you naked? It’s freezing in here.”