The penny drops and I shudder. “An orgy room? Really? This is where she brings us? I would rather have taken my chances in the tower,” I mutter to myself trying not to think of the depraved goings-on that have occurred in here.
“Don’t be silly, Aefre. This is perfect. Now we can all stay together.”
He turns to thank Tatiana in Romanian, well, I guess that is what he said, I don’t speak it… for obvious reasons.
She is staring at him in awe. The sire of her Master, quite something to be terrified of, if Lance is anything to go by. She bobs her head and mumbles something back. He nods his thanks.
“What did she say?” I ask as soon as he closes the door.
“She offered us her services.”
I move to open the heavy curtains, feeling better at the sunlight streaming in and I stand in it, not moving. Devon goes to blow out the candles.
“Why does this place not have electric lighting?” he asks the question I was thinking.
I shrug. “Probably costs too much to run 24/7. It’s not like he can open the curtains during the day for natural lighting,” I say, staring out of the window at the remarkable view. Opposite side to the tower windows, I note. I definitely prefer this view. Catching sight of the wolves roaming down below, brings my attention back to them and why they would protect this place. Knowing Lance, it must be for less than honorable reasons.
“Are you okay?” Cole comes up behind me and put his arms around me. I lean back into him.
“Yes. Itching to just kill him and stuff the consequences.”
“I think you might find this may be easier than we expected. I am under the impression that, well, certainly Tatiana, is not altogether happy to be here,” CK says, coming to stand next to me.
That catches my attention and I look at him sharply. “Why would you think that?”
“When Lance mentioned the tower, her heart started to race, and she was terrified. If she doesn’t have the full story, she definitely knows something and is not happy about it.”
Hm, interesting.
“So, are we going to test this bed out then?” Devon remarks slyly from the other side of the room. Cole gives me a look, which expresses his earnest about sharing a bed with my sire, while CK chuckles, clearly remembering the impromptu three-way from a few days ago.
“Maybe,” I murmur. Devon looks delighted, CK looks surprised and Cole just looks resigned. “It’s this room. It puts thoughts into your head. It expects it.” I smile gently. “However, I’m pretty tired, so I’m going to take a quick nap,” I add with a yawn.
Christ, I’m so tired again. This is just annoying now.
“I can’t say that much will be going on around here until it gets dark. Clearly, as he is stuck to the shadows, his minions are as well,” CK says. “Go and lie down, my sweet, we will keep you safe.” He kisses my forehead and I nod my thanks. Cole leads me to the bed, that Devon is currently bouncing up and down on. I shake my head at him. “Hey, don’t knock it till you’ve tried it,” he says, flopping down and leaning against the pillows. “Pretty tired myself, so I’ll just stay here,” he grins at me and settles himself further into the sumptuous bed.
“Whatever you want. Just don’t start jumping again. I want to sleep.” I sit and Cole takes my boots off. Feeling oddly vulnerable, I choose to leave my clothes on as I curl up on the bed, Devon’s arms going instantly around me, while Cole gets as close to me as he can and laces his fingers through mine. I fall straight to sleep, feeling safe.
CHAPTER EIGHTY
I wake up a few hours later to what I think is a dream. I blink, but no, it’s real. I smile to myself remembering the time difference and it is in fact our sleeping time. Well, not CK’s as he is still on Italy’s time. He is awake but lying flat on his back at the foot of the bed, staring at the ceiling. I’m nestled in between Cole and Devon, both dead to the world. Yes, I do like this bed, I decide, and wonder if I should get one for our house in L.A.
CK turns his head to me as he hears me stirring and smiles his made-just-for-me smile. “Well, it might not be exactly how you wanted it, but you got us all in the bed all the same.”
“Give it time,” I grin at him and crawl down the bed to lie next to him in a matching pose. He takes my hand in his and we just lay there in silence for a while, taking what we can from the small amount of contact.
“He is clearly comfortable with Devon,” CK remarks softly. “I’m guessing it’s me he has a problem with.”
“He doesn’t have a problem with you. I just think he doesn’t want to see us together,” I say, lightly.
“Ha, he should be worried,” CK says with a sly glint in his eye.
“CK,” I reprimand him. “I want him to be comfortable with you as well. If you say things like that, it will put him off. This…” I indicate the bed, “is the perfect opportunity to get over this particular hurdle.”
“You are going to try?” he asks.
“Of course. I want all of you together. There is no reason why I can