3#Awakened by the Vampire Prince (Thorn)

Author:Hartnady, Charlene [Hartnady, Charlene]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Charlene Hartnady
Published: 2015-07-20T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Lazarus was still in the same position as when he left. York paced on the deck directly outside Esral’s door.

“Where the fuck is Gideon?” Xavier growled, glancing at the watch on his wrist.

“Late,” York growled as he continued to pace.

“I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” Lazarus chimed in.

“Call him.” Xavier gestured to York.

“I already did.” York held up his phone. “Several times, but he’s not answering.”

“Gideon always answers.” Xavier couldn’t help but to mutter.

“Even when he’s balls deep, he always fucking answers.” York said as if reading Xavier’s mind.

“You okay to stick with the princess even though your shift is over?” He addressed Lazarus.

The male nodded. “You could put me outside this door for five days running and I would still be perfectly fine.” Lazarus gave a feral grin.

“Good,” Xavier growled. “You call me if…”

Lazarus held up a hand. “I will.” The big male bashed a fist to his chest. “You have my word, my lord. Let me know about Gideon. This isn’t like him.”

Apprehension seized Xavier. “Yeah.” He glanced back as he spoke, already halfway down the walkway, York followed closely on his heel.

It didn’t take long to reach Gideon’s tree house. After knocking several times on the door, Xavier pushed his way in.

The big male lay slumped on the bed…alone. He was lying on his stomach, only partially covered with a sheet and snoring loudly.

At first he felt relief like nothing he had ever felt before, but that was followed closely by anger. “What the fuck!” he growled. “Get your big, hairy ass out of bed.”

York chuckled, probably because Gideon, like all vampires, had very little body hair. “Rise and shine, buttercup.” York said as he approached the bed.

Gideon didn’t so much as stir. His chest continued to rise and fall rhythmically.

Xavier muttered a choice curse word. He sucked in a deep breath somehow managing to maintain control of himself…only just. “Gideon…I fucking swear.” He grabbed the male by the arm and shook him hard. “Wake the fuck up.”

That did rouse the male, but not in the way he expected. Gideon lifted himself onto his forearms looking bleary eyed at Xavier for a half a second before emptying the contents of his stomach onto the bed.

Congealed blood, partially clotted and strings of slime-like mucous. It dripped down the front of Gideon’s mouth and chest. “Fuck.” He said, before passing out in the puddle. His body made a plopping noise as it hit the drenched sheet.

York turned to face Xavier. His eyes were wide and a deep frown marred his forehead.

Xavier scrubbed a hand over his jaw feeling a day’s worth of growth catch on his palm.

“Do you think he caught Katar’s illness?” York’s voice sounded panicked. “Maybe elf blood doesn’t agree with us. Oh fuck!” He looked Xavier up and down. “You drank from the princess.”

“I feel fine,” Xavier growled. “I don’t think we are susceptible to elven illnesses.”

“What the fuck is wrong with him then?” York’s voice held an edge of panic.

“Help me get him up.” Xavier bent over to grip the male by an arm.

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