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)
If there was, Vasily certainly could not think of it. Then again… “Knowing Amaru, I am sure he will get the conversational ball rolling for us.”
“Eh, good point. I feel like we should bring alcohol for this conversation.”
Vasily nodded in firm support of this. “I think alcohol is a great idea. Everything goes better with alcohol. Especially apologies and weird explanations. Call ahead, ask Gregori to set two bottles and some glasses aside for us.”
“He always has a stash. He’s probably the best one to borrow from.”
As long as they replaced the bottles later, yes. Otherwise Gregori had very clever ways of reminding the borrower that payment was due. Usually this reminder came in the dead of night.
Anyway, that was a later Vasily problem. Right now, he had a potentially upset mate and a difficult explanation to get through. He could worry about replacing bottles later.
Luka texted, fingers flying across the screen, and without looking up said, “We have the flight back to camp to figure out how to tell Amaru about us. I don’t want to let him stew too long.”
“Neither do I, but do you honestly think a short flight is going to be enough time to figure that out?” Vasily sure as hell didn’t.
Putting the phone away, Luka looked determined. “Then think fast.”
Vasily had the distinct impression they were screwed.
Where the hell were his idiots?
Amaru left Gregori's tent with a slight stagger (turned out vodka was something of a hard hitter) but absolutely determined. After speaking with his friend, he now understood better where Luka and Vasily were coming from, so while he was still very frustrated with them, he did feel both understanding and sympathy. With his hands balled into fists so tight at his sides they were trembling, Amaru alternated between wanting to shake them and kiss them. He would probably do both. Yes, both was best.
How could they think the gods would separate them? Anyone could see Luka and Vasily were a package deal. They were made to be together. The only thing they were missing to make them complete was their mage. His dragons were lucky he was so smart and had keen eyesight.
Okay, so maybe he was the lucky one to have been blessed with two gorgeous, adorable, kind, thoughtful dragons who only wanted to take care of him and make him happy.
Amaru wasn’t blind. He knew he was a handful. Whatever. Four handfuls on his very chaotic days. That was why he needed two dragons to keep up with him.
Logical. That’s what this was. It was logical they were all mates. The problem was Vasily and Luka weren’t accustomed to using logic when it came to mates. Thank the gods he was there to save them.
Luka’s bright laughter sliced through the camp and pierced Amaru’s chest like an arrow. He stood frozen for a second, marveling at that sound. He’d never heard Luka laugh like that before. It was all the better when it was followed by the deep chuckle of Vasily. His mates were happy. Really happy. Maybe that meant they’d started to pull their heads out of their asses. Yes, he needed to find them and join in this happy.
Breaking into a jog, Amaru followed the sound to find Luka and Vasily were walking toward him together, their fingers entwined.
“There he is!” Luka said. “We were just coming to find you.”
It was obvious they had somehow figured it out. Or perhaps they had reached some kind of understanding. He did not know what exactly, but seeing them so relaxed together told him at least half the problem was solved. All he had to do was make sure they were all on the same page.
Amaru opened his mouth to demand details because he absolutely did not want any more misunderstandings. There were five hundred years’ worth of cuddles to catch up on. But he didn’t get the chance to speak.
The once sunny sky had darkened in the past several minutes as black clouds poured across the heavens, making it appear as if the sun had already set. That was until a massive lightning bolt slammed into the choppy black waters of Lake Maracaibo. A heartbeat later, ear-splitting thunder rumbled through, rattling all of Amaru’s organs.
The next second, the alarm talisman on his belt gave a shrill sound. It scared him so badly he nearly jumped out of his skin, and then he eyed it with growing worry. He had set up an alarm to tell him if anything went wrong with the life-support systems and if this thing was screaming at him, then nothing good would be happening down below.
“We have to get down there!” Amaru shouted at his mates while pointing at the lake.
The relaxed happiness evaporated from their faces in an instant while their eyes nearly popped out of their heads. Vasily reached him first and gently placed his hands on Amaru’s slender shoulders.