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No answer. She waved her hand in front of his face.
Nothing.
She placed her hand on his chest.
Warm skin. Beating heart. Not dead. Good news there.
The Rose Kylix sat on the bedside table. Propped against the kylix was a cream-colored notecard with the words “Drink me, please” written on it.
Interesting. He must be trying to prove to her again that their nightly adventures were really trips to a fantasy realm as opposed to what she knew they had to be—a delectable combination of hypnosis and erotic hallucinations.
Lia smiled when she saw August had also placed live roses on his night table next to the Rose Kylix. A dozen exquisite pink roses in a ceramic vase painted with dancing fawns. A white ribbon was tied around the neck of the vase, and sewn onto the ribbon—embroidered, in fact—was the name “Lia.”
“Stop trying to make me fall in love with you, August,” she said, stroking the silky petals of the pinkest rose. “It’s not going to work.”
August remained silent, sleeping on, lost in a dreamworld already.
She picked up the Drink Me card. On the back August had written, “If you want, you can take your clothes off and get into bed with me, please.”
Of course he’d added a “please” at the end.
Since he’d said please...
Lia undressed, placing her jeans and T-shirt over the back of the love seat next to August’s clothes. He’d nicely folded the T-shirt she’d loaned him the morning before, clearly intending to return it to her. She picked it up and held it to her face. When she inhaled, she smelled cypress and juniper. But it wasn’t cologne, because she’d smelled it on his skin Monday night after his shower in her bathroom.
Lia placed the shirt with her clothes and told herself she would wash it as soon as she got home.
Or maybe sleep in it. And then wash it.
Or maybe she just wouldn’t wash it at all.
Once Lia was naked, she walked to the bed, lifted the cup to her lips and then paused. Usually August said some kind of prayer or something before drinking but he always said it in Greek. She had no idea what to say. Cheers? Bottoms up? A good old Irishsláinte?
Cradling the cup in her palms, Lia took a deep breath.
“Eros,” she said, thinking August would like it if she invoked his deity’s name. “Thank you for letting August and me into your good graces.” She glanced down at him, at his hand on his pillow, his naked shoulder, his lips lightly parted, his lips she wanted to kiss. “And bless August, please. Even though he is a madman who has sex with clouds, he is a very lovely madman. Please help him do whatever he needs to do to get back in his family’s good graces. And let me help him if I can.”
Then she drank.
As soon as she put the kylix back on the nightstand, now empty, she felt a sudden sleepiness, heavier than ever before. Quickly she lay in the bed next to August. She didn’t feel right holding him while he slept, but she didn’t think he’d mind if she lay very near him, close enough just for their toes to touch under the sheets and their faces to face each other. When he woke up, he’d see her there. This time she wouldn’t leave while he was still sleeping. He might follow her home again. Gods forbid.
A thick fog seemed to fill the room, scented with the sea, electric as a storm. She inhaled the salt and the wild wind and closed her eyes as sleep took her like a rough lover.
She woke up on a beach.
A beach?
Yes, of course, a beach. Why was she surprised? She’d fallen asleep on the beach the night before. Why would it seem strange to wake up there? She didn’t want to open her eyes quite yet. The journey by ship had been hard. Too hard. Strangely hard. The storm that had blown up last night was like no storm she’d ever seen before. A small but furious squall, it had surrounded their ship like the storm bore it a grudge. No matter how hard they fought it, with sails and oars and prayers and supplication to the gods, there had been no fighting the rage of wind and rain.
Thank the gods it seemed the storm had not wanted to destroy them, only steer them. It had forced them onto a sandbar where Theseus had dropped anchor. Once their feet had touched the soil of this island, the storm passed. But it was late and dark, and they were tired and hungry. Theseus had found a small dry cave to serve as their shelter. Their shelter. She and Theseus would sleep in the cave along the beach’s edge while the six men slept outside on the warm sand, standing guard. They had no desire to sleep in the cave, anyway, they said, and be kept awake by the sound of Theseus and his witch lady celebrating their victory.
She had not dressed again after Theseus had finished with her. She’d hoped to bathe this morning in a spring before returning to the ship. Standing, she clasped her cloak around her so that nothing of her body could be seen but her face and feet. She left the cave.
The morning was pure and bright, and as soon as she left the cave and stepped onto the beach she saw a terrible sight before her.
The ship was gone.
“No...” she breathed. “No...”
