Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
The mage whirled on both of them, a single finger shooting out like an arrow. “What are you two doing awake? You should be asleep right now! What if this Sousa is trying to contact you? Go to bed immediately!”
“Sam, we couldn’t possibly sleep right now. It’s only nine in the morning,” Luka argued.
“Ah! Fine! I’ll go talk to Evora and the other mages. I bet they have a sleeping potion or an amulet we could use. If not, I’ll find a mallet and whack you both on the head.” Sam had barely finished talking before he was running out of the room and down the hall.
Dimitri sighed and shook his head. “I’ll get him to calm down.”
“And not hit us on the head?” Vasily drawled.
“We’ll see.” Dimitri paused and rubbed his jaw as he glanced back at the map one final time. “This would be a lot easier if you guys could remember exactly where he tried to take you.”
On that, Luka had to agree, but it wasn’t like his subconscious and conscious mind were actually communicating right now. Hopefully, if they dreamed of the man again, Vasily would remember something.
Vasily wasn’t sure why his brain insisted on waking him up, but it was being very rude about it. Insistent bastard. He was all warm and comfortable, Luka snuggled in against him perfectly, so why the hell would he want to wake up?
Brain insisted. Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.
With a growl that stayed in the back of his throat, he pried one eye open. He’d take a look around the room, establish that nothing was here, and then go back to sl—
There, at the foot of the bed, sat Sam.
“Súka!” Scrambling, he sat up, pulling the covers up as he did so. He was rather naked under the sheets since he and Luka had had some fun before falling asleep, and fuck no did he want Sam seeing all that. “Samuel! The hell!”
“How is it people only use my full name when they’re excited or upset with me?” Sam shrugged this off, apparently meaning it as a rhetorical question. “Anyway, what do you remember?”
Vasily eyed the archaeologist perched on his bed with a sinking feeling in his stomach. Sam sat there cross-legged, with the air of a man who had been there for hours, a notebook in hand, pen poised over the paper. There was a wild light to his eyes that the glasses perched on his nose could not disguise.
Oh god. He’d somehow activated Geek Mode. He knew all too well from Luka what that meant. Sam would not rest until he had answers.
“How long have you been here?” he asked uneasily.
“Since one a.m. I wasn’t sure when Luka would start talking.”
He wiped a hand over his face. “Zhizn’ ebet meya. Dimitri should be ashamed that you can sneak out on him like this.”
A naughty smirk tilted up the corner of Sam’s lips. “Oh, there’s ways.”
And that was as much information as Vasily wanted to know, thanks for asking.
Insistent, Sam leaned in farther. “Now, what do you remember?”
He was absolutely not going to be interrogated while naked in his own bed. Vasily had limits. This was where he drew the line. He reached past Luka, snagging his phone off the nightstand. Time to call Dimitri. This was his problem child, not Vasily’s.
“You’re calling him, aren’t you.” Sam said this as a statement, like it was within the realm of his expectations.
“Damn right I am.”
Luka shifted under him, upset that Vasily was moving around so much. “The cock is a muscle,” he muttered, sounding irritated. “It must be exercised every day.”
What the hell was his lover dreaming about? Did he even want to know?
Sam regarded Luka with renewed interest.
Yeah, no, do not give that an opening either. Sam’s curiosity did not have limits in the worst sense. With one hand, he called up Dimitri. With the other, he shook Luka with a hand on his shoulder.
“Luka, wake up.” The phone rang and rang, but he expected that. Dimitri was no doubt sound asleep at this point.
Luka muttered something and tried turning, snuggling back into Vasily’s side.
Right, take two. “Luka, don’t you hear Sam?”
“I did,” Luka grumbled, eyes still firmly closed. “But I was confused because I had a thumb up my butt.”
Sam laughed so hard he almost went sideways off the bed.
Vasily lifted his eyes to the heavens and asked, with all seriousness, what did he have to kill to make this stop?
From the phone pressed to his ear came a voice that was half grumble, half snarl, and all irate dragon. “What.”
“Your man is in my room, sitting on my bed.”
“Zhizn’ ebet meya. Why?”
“He’s here to eavesdrop on Luka dreaming. Come get him right now.”
“Two seconds.”
Sam didn’t seem at all worried. Then again, Dimitri couldn’t stay mad at Sam for any real length of time, so…