“I’m okay.”Her tone was far humbler then.“Thank you, Master.”
“All right.”
A gentle nod of his head was all that was required to create the second blanket, which unfurled itself slowly before draping itself over his lap.He would have a second cover if she suddenly required one, and in the meantime, it could protect his lap.
“Maybe one day you’ll tell me how you do that, Master.”Her gaze flitted from his face to the candelabra and floral tributes that served as centerpieces.
“One day, I shall.”However much he enjoyed her defiant streak, he much preferred the latest version of her for mealtimes.
A wave of his hand revealed the large jug of iced water on the table between them.
“You must be thirsty by now.”He reached for the nearest crystal goblet and commanded the jug to tilt, pouring the liquid into the vessel without so much as moving another finger.
Her eyes were like saucers as she acknowledged what was taking place, and watching the goblet hover in the air toward her, she shook her head.
“This is insane, Master.”
“Just thank me,” he instructed, landing the goblet by her right hand.
Laughing gently, she reached for the delicate stem of the glass before she glanced his way.“I have no idea how you’re doing this, but thank you.”
Chapter Five
Kris
Kris stared at the glass, certain that at any moment, she would wake up back in her bed.She must have been asleep the whole time, and the crazy interactions with Kronos only a dream.She struggled to fathom any other explanation for the things she was seeing.
“Drink.”
He nodded in the direction of the goblet that had somehow just filled itself with water and floated over to her place at the table.She blinked at that thought, considering whether even processing the idea meant she’d already gone crazy.
Gripping the stem of the glass tighter, she drew it to her lips, examining its shape and structure.The thing was real, made from crystal by the looks of things, and was, presumably, expensive.
So, how the hell had she just seen it float across the table to her?
As though Kronos intended to answer her, his focus shifted to the jug, which had appeared on the table without explanation.He stared at the pitcher, and she watched in disbelief as the object lifted once again, pouring its contents into another crystal goblet.
He lifted his hand as the jug resumed its original place, and without so much as a word, the filled vessel glided through the air into his waiting fingers.
“This can’t be happening.”Her hand rose to her head again, although there was no pain that time, only clouded confusion.
Therewasnothing except for her rollercoaster of bewilderment and the low-lying fog of arousal that never seemed to clear when Kronos was around.
“Drink,” he repeated, bringing the goblet to his mouth and taking a long sip himself.
Heaving in a breath, she mirrored his action.Tucking the black cover under her armpits, she supped, appreciating the chilled water as soon as she swallowed it.The fact that he was drinking from the same jug reassured her that there was nothing sinister about the fluid, and frankly, after so long, she needed the hydration.
“Usually, I have time to help my guests settle in before they witness so much.”He gestured to the table.“But you, dear Kristina, are someone special.”
She gulped back another mouthful of water, trying to buy herself some time before he expected her to reply.In the haze of her pleasure and her trip to the bathroom, she’d nearly forgotten that, somehow, in the labyrinth of white rooms, there was another trapped woman.His reference to more than one ‘guest’, though, had reminded her.
Had she been brought to the same places as Kristina and forced to comply?
Was she okay?
“Master, you mentioned another woman being here.”Her fingers stiffened on the glass as the full weight of his stare landed on her.
“Yes.”He nodded, placing down his goblet.“Shelley.”
