I pulled the green drapes closed, which helped massively, then hit the bathroom. Took a piss, yawned my head off, and basked under the hot spray of the shower.
Guilt cut into me with several serrated blades, those teeth dripping with betrayal.
They’re asleep. They’re okay.
Apart from Jon…
Screw it. I had to dial up the hope. Tonight’s trip to the Elf Domain might result in the end of Aidan’s rot, and then those trapped executioners could join me in turning over a new leaf.
Oh, look. Doubt was getting a poke in.
“Can’t help yourself, can you?” I mumbled under the spray, too tired for this shit.
Really, I needed to sleep more and adjust to vamp time. But I drew luck down my chest because it felt right.
Done with showering, I grabbed some toothpaste and a toothbrush and scrubbed away the furriness then wrapped a towel around my waist.
Much better.
I returned to the bedroom, finding white silk pajamas in the wardrobe by the single bed. I slipped them on, the material heavenly on my skin.
Okay. What now? Back to bed? Or should I see if any of these tomes held info on weird crystal blades plaguing poor elf guys with no rhyme or reason?
Pfft. I didn’t think so. My brain and eyes weren’t ready for anything other than sleepy time.
A tremor rumbled through the floor.
Oh, shit. What now? Another attack? I guess a daytime strike made more sense.
I dashed to the balcony, peering out, shielding my eyes with my hand.
A bright streak of glacial blue light swam through the ocean. Again. What the hell was that frostbrood’s problem?
I watched it vanish into the distance before returning to the bed.
As I lay down, an intense desire came over me. I ignored it, fidgeting and fluffing my pillow with frustrated fists. I kicked off the duvet, only to pull it over myself again.
Too hot, too cold, too wired with a desire to be down in the dark withhim.
Nope. It wasn’t happening. I’d sleep here. Alone.
It took about half an hour before I sat up, furious with myself for failing to get back to sleep. And I really, really needed to rest. I couldn’t get through the night ahead with brain fog.
I stared at the patch of grass where the king’s bed usually was, nibbling on my lip as if it were a snack.
Shit. I couldn’t sleep with him.
It wasn’t for nookie. Absolutely not. Just to sleep, to feel…safe. To be closer to him because clearly I’d lost my mind.
He’s your one constant.
Okay, but who asked him to be? This was insane, and it was not helping the pounding in my skull.
Cracking my knuckles, I swung my legs off the bed, contemplating my next steps. I’d either have to slam my head into the wall hard enough to knock myself out or give into this desire.
Option one could take a hike.
I went with the second one, my itching nerves almost debilitating. I mean, the guy had swallowed my bodily fluids, but this was different. More intimate, softer, not some feral act to put out the sexy fires.
