18
DIN
Din draped his arm over his face as the harsh Cairo sunlight shone right into his eyes through the latticework screens.
He'd been awake for over an hour or maybe even more, content to lie still and watch Fenella sleep. Her dark hair was spread across the pillow, looking like spilled ink, and her expression was peaceful and relaxed, a rare occurrence during sleep. She still had nightmares, probably about her captivity in the hands of that monster that they still kept alive in the dungeon for whatever reason.
They'd already pumped him for the information he could give, and Max was being super-secretive about the reason they were keeping the demon alive.
Din had his suspicions, though.
Now that it had become known that the Brotherhood was employing a chemist to enhance a select group of fighters with drugs, the fake doctor's action seemed to make more sense. Theyhad wondered where he'd gotten the special drugs he'd used on Fenella and Kyra, and now the mystery was solved.
The question was how he'd kept that information from Toven, and if he had kept that back, chances were he had hidden other things as well.
In a way, it was good news because if compulsion didn't work to loosen his tongue, Din could think of other methods that would be much more satisfying to him and Max.
They could take turns beating the crap out of the devil's spawn.
Fenella stirred, burrowing deeper into the pillow, and just like that, all of the negative thoughts that had been swirling in his head were banished.
Din smiled.
His sexy bartender was decidedly not a morning person, but it was time to get up. They had plans today, and as much as he'd like to let her sleep until noon, that wasn't an option.
Shifting closer, he breathed in the scent of her hair, different than her usual floral shampoo.
Kalugal had outfitted the house with top luxury brands of everything, and Fenella had cooed with pleasure when she discovered the display in the bathroom.
In some things, she was very easy to please. In others, well, she required patience and finesse.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. "Time to wake up,moghràdh," he murmured against her skin.
She made a sound that might have been a protest and pulled the covers up over her head.
"Come now," he coaxed, tugging the blanket down enough to expose her face. "We have ancient mysteries to solve, remember? Lost immortals to find?"
"Ancient mysteries can wait," she mumbled, eyes still firmly closed. "Sleep now. Mystery later."
He chuckled, trailing kisses along her jaw. "What happened to my adventurous Fenella? The one who couldn't wait to explore Cairo?"
"She's sleeping. Leave a message."
"I have a better idea." He captured her lips in a proper kiss, soft and sweet, the kind that usually made her melt against him.
Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused. "That's cheating," she accused, but her lips curved in a smile.
"All is fair in love and mystery," he said, helping himself to another kiss.
"Pretty sure that's not how the saying goes." She kissed him back, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck.
For several long moments, they traded sweet, lazy kisses until a knock at the door rudely interrupted them.
"Breakfast in thirty minutes," Joseph's voice sounded through the door.
"Go away," Fenella said.
Din gasped. "You can't talk to him like that," he whispered.
