Faith of the Fallen, Chapter 20
Cara pressed her lips tight. Her blue eyes lost their fire as she turned away and flopped the cloth back into the bucket of water. “Then we will be stuck here, condemned to live out our lives in paradise.”
Kahlan smiled in understanding of Cara’s frustration. “Richard is going to be gone for a while. Without him here to bother us, how about we have a bath?”
A bath?”
Kahlan’s fists tightened at her sides as she thought about the danger hanging over the Midlands.
From the corner of her mouth, Cara puffed another strand of hair off her face. “To tell you the truth, I wouldn’t mind a bath myself.”
Kahlan set the plates into the bucket of water. “It’s settled, then. We’ve enough time before he comes back.” She liked the aroma of sweat when it was clean sweat. As she tossed the towel on the bed, her eye was caught by the statue in the window. Kahlan fisted her hands at her sides and, standing naked, arched her back and threw her head back, mimicking Spirit, letting the feeling of it overcome her, letting herself be that strong spirit, letting it flow through her.
#take out a couple of paragraphs and it tells a completely different story #the real story #cuz if you read this then it was obvs talking about how they had sex