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No. My only hope for salvation was Atlas. He was coming around. I just had to give him the motivation he needed.
Chapter6
Atlas
Sleep had always been an elusive concept to me, even before my days of immortality. I was one of the originals, so I had been human before I was turned two thousand years ago.
Perhaps I’d always been eager to stay awake and learn all of life’s greatest mysteries, worried that even a few minutes of shut eye might keep me from discovering the profound questions that haunted my mind, day and night.
Nighttime had always been my best time, the wolf blood coursing through my veins blessing me with nocturnal senses, but when daytime broke, sleep didn’t come any easier. It didn’t help that every time I was swept into that place between wakefulness and a dream state, a pair of sensuous brown eyes peered back at me from behind my eyelids.
Still, I was a living, breathing being, and sleep was required. Even if I could have done without it.
After several centuries of training, I’d finally managed to nail down a schedule that enabled me to catch a few hours of sleep between the first rays of dawn until the pre-noon hours. More often than not, I woke before my allotted time, but that was of my own accord, not because Petyr burst through the gates of my house, screeching about another breech.
Bleary-eyed and furious, I stared at him, somewhat shocked to see him so flustered. Petyr had always been one of my more steadfast men. He wasn’t prone to hysteria or panic—otherwise, he wouldn’t be on my payroll.
“What are you going on about?” I snapped, throwing the thin sheet away from my body.
My nakedness didn’t appear to agitate him any more than he already was, but I couldn’t help but notice that he cast a surprised glance at my cock—understandably. It was difficult to ignore.
“She’s come back, Atlas,” Petyr mumbled. “She snuck back into the casino.”
“Who?” I demanded, but even as I asked, I suspected I knew who he was speaking about.
A fission of pleasure and annoyance snaked down my spine.
“The girl. The thief.”
Inhaling, I strode toward the massive walk-in closet, throwing it open to find something to wear.
“Where is she now?”
“She’s demanding to speak with you,” Petyr complained. “We’ve put her back in the barracks—”
“You what?!”
Aghast, I whipped around so fast, my cock slapped the side of my leg, a fact I knew Petyr noticed.
“Get her out of there. Immediately!”
“But… but she was banished—”
“Did you hear what I said?” My tone left no room for any further protests.
“What should we do with her?”
I pondered that for a moment. I couldn’t stand the thought of her being in the barracks, but I couldn’t invite her to my room, either.
“Put her in my office. Have Sage sit with her.”
He nodded once and hustled out of the master suite. Had he been in his animal form, his tail would have been between his legs, I was sure.
Hastily, I found a tracksuit—not my normal attire to the casino—but I was worried that Bianca might flee again now that she’d been contained. Sage wouldn’t force her to stay, but she was a much less threatening presence than the guards, and if I moved fast enough, I’d get to see what she wanted.
She should have sent word through the messenger. She must have some kind of death wish hopping walls like this.
Was she crazy or desperate?
