Aeonian Dreams by Morgan J. Muir

Author:Morgan J. Muir [Muir, Morgan J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-12T22:00:00+00:00

Mikhael and Elisa left within the day. Theron had sent Mikhael out for food beforehand, and Elisa had prepared things in the cave. The hunt had not provided any time for thinking, as Theron found too much pleasure in watching, and when Mikhael wasn’t careful, Theron would take over. The man’s killing drive was insanely strong, and it always left Mikhael disquieted.

They’d left the entire kill for their master and departed without further delay. Elisa had actually packed a large trunk of clothes which she insisted on taking. She also insisted that Mikhael be the one to carry it. The trunk’s weight, which might have staggered him as a mortal, was a trifle now, but the trunk itself was still awkwardly large, and he found himself annoyed.

“I think we should take the boat,” Elisa said loftily as she sauntered ahead of him.

“Really? I thought we should walk the whole way,” Mikhael said shortly from behind the large trunk.

“Both Sophus and Theron said we would need to be subtle, and I can’t do that in a dusty traveling dress, and neither can you,” she continued in the same tone. “It’s not just my things you’re carrying in there, you know,”

“I could get by just fine with what I’m wearing.” He scowled as they reached the dock. Mikhael tossed the trunk in as Elisa walked around it, studying the faded paint.

“You would think after so many years we’d have a better mode of transportation,” she said, regret coloring her voice as she stepped on board. Mikhael pushed the boat through the low tide and into deeper water before he pulled himself in, taking a soggy seat beside her. She cringed as her nice dress got wet and she stood up, glaring at him as he pulled off his water-logged boots.

“I think it’s a fine little ship, and so did you when we got her. You should get that trunk of yours stowed away. We might have some bad weather and I’d hate for it to get lost overboard,” Mikhael said sweetly.

“If it went over, I’d send you in after it,” Elisa countered hotly as she dragged the trunk into the hold below decks. “You and your miserable, wet clothes.”

“What makes you think I’d go?” Mikhael asked, lying back on the deck and closing his eyes. He stretched out in the warm sunlight, content to let the wind and waves take the boat where they would until his clothes dried.

“You’d do it for me, Miguel,” Elisa said in a sultry whisper right next to his ear. He raised an eyebrow at her, but didn’t open his eyes.

“You’d have to be pretty convincing,” he said, refusing to give in to her charms, but enjoying the game all the same.

What do you think you’re doing? Theron shouted in Mikhael’s mind. You’re wasting precious time. You can flirt all you want later. Get this thing on course now. Mikhael leapt to obey the angry voice in his head, every bit as irritated at Theron as Theron was at him.

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