In The Blood (The Bloodbound Book 1) by Chris Storm

Author:Chris Storm [Storm, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark & Stormy Knight
Published: 2020-10-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 28 | Karina

"I'm bored."

Okay, so I'm whining. Normally, I hate whining. It’s just way too pathetic. In this situation, however, I can't seem to help myself. It’s been too blasted quiet around here, except for the weird, nightly dream visits to what I’ve started calling The Thracula Zone. The scenario is different every night, but it always ends up with a nearly naked me face-to-face with a nearly naked Thrax, and it’s getting on my nerves. Morpheus is an asshole.

"I've been stuck in this room for at least five days now," I glare across the table towards Savage, who is studiously ignoring me and staring at the cards in his hand. Narrowing my eyes at him, I continue, "Except for the occasional trip out to the Eternal Battlefield for some target practice, y'all have kept me locked up like some prisoner. I want to see Jax. Hekate, I want out of this blasted place."

"The Kyrios has his reasons for keeping you separate," Savage explains in a calm, patient voice that sets my teeth on edge. "As we've told you countless times. You're just being a brat." He glances up from his cards and gives me a toothy grin, "But you know that."

"Fold." Slumping back in my seat, I toss my cards down in a huff. "Yes, well, I don't handle boredom very well. I'm tired of not having anything to do and just sitting on my ass. I mean, if he was just going to summon me here to make me wait around, I could have done all that back in the real world."

"Be patient," Wroth grunts before he slides a few gold coins into the pile at the center of the table we've set up in the front sitting room of my little gilded cage. "Call."

"Read 'em and weep, my brother!" Savage crows, tossing his cards down in front of him. "Full house!"

With a grunt, Wroth flips his cards over. "Four of a kind." His beard twitches as he snorts out, his guttural version of a chuckle. "Loser."

"Fuck me," Savage groans. "You need to trim your beard, it's hard to read your face when you've got that crow’s nest growing wild."

"No." Wroth replies before pointing a blunt finger towards his older brother, "You need to stop putting perfumed oils in your beard. You smell like a harlot."

"It's called grooming, idiot, and women would rather a sweet-smelling beard than one that leftovers hidden within its labyrinthine depths!"

Pushing back from the table, I shake my head at the bickering duo. "I'm going to grab some more wine. Want anything?"

Two empty goblets are thrust towards me simultaneously, even as the twins continue glaring and sniping at one another. Gathering up our goblets—solid gold and encrusted with real rubies, and goddess had that given me a shock when I realized that—I head over to the sideboard where a repast is set out. An assortment of fresh fruits and figs, rich cheeses and delicately spiced meats on golden platters, a basket with a loaf of freshly baked dark bread accompanied by jars of buttery honey and preserves.

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