Escape From Zulaire by Veronica Scott

Author:Veronica Scott [Scott, Veronica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-08-23T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Deep into the middle of the next afternoon, Tom finally stirred, kicking the quilts half off the bed and muttering as he dreamed. Andi woke, uncurling from the comfort of the large chair where she’d been napping since lunchtime. The encounter with Sanenre’s healing device had left her exhausted. Since she was so lethargic, she wasn’t worried when Tom didn’t awaken as the day wore on. Wilson’s diagnostics also confirmed reversal of the captain’s condition. His liver, kidneys and other systems functioned now within the norms in all respects.

As Tom continued to show signs of regaining consciousness, Andi smoothed out the wrinkles in the simple peasant dress she’d taken from the village. Pulling her hair back, she crossed to the bed. His forehead felt normal to her touch. She rubbed his bare shoulders, massaging the well-defined muscles. Half naked, he wore no shirt because he’d kept pulling at the fabric in his sleep, finally taking the robe and pajama top off without ever fully wakening. Mitch and the monks had given him a bath and a fresh change of clothing after the healing ceremony, while Andi changed the sheets.

She stared at his chest, lightly dusted with hair. A line of darker hair ran from his belly button down below the waist of the pajama pants. Andi realized she was following that enticing line with her eyes—again. Well, I can’t help it. He’s got the sexiest body I’ve ever seen. Tom shifted on the pillows, and Andi lifted her fingers from his skin. A drowsy sigh escaped his lips, and he blinked a few times before focussing on her face.

“So, you are here. Not a dream?” His voice sounded raspy. “A good dream.”

“Not a dream.” She smiled, happiness warming her. “Let me get you some juice.”

With surprising strength he clasped her wrist, detaining her at the bedside. “Wait.” Tom rose on one elbow. “Don’t leave.”

Regretfully but gently, she peeled his fingers from her wrist. Walking to the table, Andi spoke to him over her shoulder. “Mitch said you’d need liquids when you woke. He stressed the point. I have the juice pitcher right over here, cooling in a bowl of ice from the mountain. Let me get you a drink, rearrange those pillows. Then we can talk. A little. You’re still pretty weak.”

“Where are we? I’ve never seen anything like this on Zulaire.” He glanced at the tapestries and the view out the window.

Andi poured juice into a large mug. “It’s the Monastery of the Clouds, in the upper ridges of the eastern mountain range. I think we’re safe enough here. For now. And, no, you’re right, this isn’t a typical Zulairian facility.” Returning to the bedside, she leaned over to help him prop up while he drank from the glazed green ceramic cup. “Take it slow.”

“Tastes good.” He licked his lips and grinned. “Tangy. Is there more?”

“A whole pitcher full.” She got him a refill. He’d been drinking it for the past few days, but obviously didn’t remember those earlier, half-awake encounters.

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