Seducing the Sun Fae: A Fada Novel by Rivard Rebecca

Author:Rivard, Rebecca
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wild Hearts Press
Published: 2015-05-01T00:00:00+00:00

17

Tiago’s head felt as if a drummer was having an exuberant practice session on the inside of his skull.

He raised heavy lids and peered at the familiar stone ceiling. At least he was in his own room in the quarters he shared with several other unmated males.

He cautiously lifted his head. He was naked save for a pair of jeans, a sheet tangled in his legs. And for some reason his pillow was beneath one of his thighs instead of his head.

He lifted his head higher and then groaned as the walls swooped queasily around him. Carefully, he set his aching skull back on the bed.

He lay there for a couple more minutes and then took a deep breath and pushed himself back to sitting. This time he remained upright, hands braced on the mattress, until the room stopped spinning.

Something in his back pocket jabbed him. He took it out and stared at it, vaguely recalling that it was a smartphone, given to him by the earth fada—Ric.

He blinked. After leaving the bar, he’d walked around for an hour to sober up, then ridden his bike the thirty-some miles back up I-95. Apparently he’d hung onto the earth fada’s gift.

He turned it in his hand, noting the smooth side. Curious, he touched the depression and the screen lit up. Hurriedly, he touched it a second time and it winked off.

Setting the phone on his nightstand, he massaged his aching temples, his mind swarming with the questions he should have asked last night. Chief among them was why a Baltimore shifter would give a valuable communication tool to a Rock Run fada.

He recalled discussing Cleia and how it was unhealthy for her to spend so much time underground. He frowned, then winced as pain gripped his head like a vise.

He hadn’t told them her name. He was sure of that.

So why did he feel so uneasy?

He drew in a breath and decided to worry about it later. Right now he had to get his ass in gear. He was due at training any minute and calling off sick wasn’t an option. Any fada could scent the reek of a hangover. If word got around, he’d be the laughing stock of his cohort.

He placed the smartphone in a drawer in his nightstand and came to his feet. The room wavered and bile rose in his throat.

He staggered to his bathroom, where he leaned against the wall, swallowing dryly and wondering if it might be better to simply heave it all up. But his stomach settled down enough for him to drink a glass of water. He relieved himself, then filled the sink with cold water and doused his head in it before downing another glass.

That done, he was still unsteady, but his inner clock told him he was past due at training.

But first, he headed out for a cold dip in the creek. It was the only way he was going to get through the day.

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