Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 115432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“Whenever Father acts, you need to breathe if only to cut into the deafening silence,” Ulrik shot back, unbothered by his mate and more annoyed with his brother. “Hinrik, Matias, where are you both going! Can’t you see we are having an after-action family wrap-up session here!”
“Did you not hear Father, Ulrik? Those who need rest should rest,” Hinrik snapped from the top of the stairs.
“Oh, bullshit. You are not Theseus. What rest? You’re ditching your family to go mate your mate until the end of the month!” Ulrik teased, laughing at the look on Hinrik’s face, who was ready to curse him.
Matias simply wrapped his arm around Hinrik’s neck and glanced down at them. “You are not wrong, Ulrik. But I have been looking to spice things up this time around. Melora, would you like to join us?”
Melora grinned widely. “Can I?”
At that, the humor on Ulrik’s face dropped, and a low growl could be heard from deep within his chest.
“It seems your mate still disapproves.” Matias grinned. “Oh, well, maybe next time. Such a beauty as yourself—”
“Hinrik, go, or I will kill him!” Ulrik snapped.
They ran off, laughing. Ulrik sat up, all but knocking Melora off him. However, she wasn’t able to sit for much longer as he reached over and, like a caveman, threw her over his shoulder. Turning back to us, he smiled.
“Excuse us. We shall have our after-action family wrap-up later as it seems I need to reeducate my mate on some things. She has obviously forgotten that I do not share!”
From the look on her face, she did not forget a thing. She winked at me as Ulrik took off running with her.
“You would think they would grow tired of this game.” Arsiein sighed, shaking his head.
“Game?”
“Matias is a wanderer.” Atarah giggled, brushing the hair of her wig behind her ear. “Hinrik is a homebody. They are very opposite. Whenever Matias leaves, Hinrik becomes moody. When he returns, they often spend days, sometimes weeks locked away in their rooms. Ulrik being Ulrik, never misses a chance to tease his brothers. Usually, Hinrik teases him back, but when the subject is Matias, he somehow cannot. Therefore, Matias teases with the one thing…Well, one-person Ulrik is serious about—Melora. Melora loves to tease Ulrik and goes along with it. Before long, he will lock her away in his rooms to pay her back.”
“Childish,” Arsiein replied even though he was the one who looked like the youngest out of all of them. His freckled boy-bandish face did not match his serious, somber personality. “If they wish to sleep with their mates, they should just go sleep with them. Why make a show of it?”
“It’s cute. Maybe when we are that old, we will do it, too,” Atarah replied.
Arsiein grimaced a bit at the thought. “I quite like how we are now. When we want sex, I simply say so and go.”
Atarah just exhaled.
“Are you two not going then?” Theseus questioned from behind me. It was the first I had heard his voice in a while.
“Are you asking us to go?” Atarah giggled, looking at me. “And here I thought we would keep Druella company while she studied her grimoire and you old ones sleep.”
That was right.
It took hundreds of years before a vampire had their first sleep. Arsiein was reborn during the French revolution. As for Atarah, from what Sigbjørn had implied and the fact that Theseus did not remember her, she was most likely reborn sometime during World War II. Like me, they were both too young to sleep yet.
“Later today, perhaps,” Theseus said, wrapping his arm around my waist from behind. “But I shall not be able to sleep unless she is in bed with me now.”
“Theseus!” I elbowed him.
“Very well, we shall meet you in the library later. Theseus, we must understand the witch’s motive, so do not keep her too long,” Arsiein said, outstretching his hand for his mate, which she took without question.
“See you later, Dru.”
And then they were gone—correction, I was gone since Theseus picked me up and ran off before I could even get another word out.
“Theseus!” The air rushed, tossing my curls in every direction possible for a good two minutes before I found myself on top of a bed and him on top of me.
“Yes, my dear?” He smirked above me.
I, on the other hand, was not going to just let him…Well, I wasn’t sure what I wasn’t going to let him do. It wasn’t like I hated it or wanted him to stop.
“I give you a little leeway, and you are all over me,” I teased because it was the only thing I could do.
“Forgive me,” he said, though he did look as if he wanted to be forgiven. “I cannot help myself. As you know, I am unscrupulous.”