which girl it was.
Jasira exited through the castle doors. She arrived at the little house beside the school and entered through a sidewall. She immediately went to sit at the kitchen table. Groaning, Jasira placed her face in her hands and thought of John. His erection engraved itself in her mind. She had seen plenty of naked men, of all races, but none had awakened her need to mate before. How was she going to get through tomorrow’s lessons? She would have to find a way.
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Chapter 4
The next morning, John dressed in two sets of clothes. They did nothing to keep out the ever-present chill. Over breakfast, he asked King Yudit if there was work he could do to pass the time away.
The king swallowed his mouthful of food. “Of course not. View your stay on Surreal as an unexpected vacation before returning to war.”
“Thank you, but that’s not necessary. I’m a warrior and a hard worker. I don’t lounge around.”
Yudit lowered his mug of tea. “I must insist, John. You are my guest. As my guest, you are not allowed to work.”
“But I don’t mind—”
“I do.”
John inhaled deeply. He did not want to argue with the king, so he dropped the subject and took several bites of his food. He drank his hot tea slowly. It eased the cold but did not chase it away.
“Is Surreal this cold all the time?”
The king regarded him oddly. “Surreal’s temperature never drops below forty degrees for five lunar cycles during low season. Now it’s the start of peak season, when the planet’s temperature does not drop below ninety for seven lunar cycles.” He continued to eat.
John rechecked his ears. “Did you say below ninety?”
Yudit nodded.
“That’s impossible. I can’t shake this cold feeling. I can’t find a warm place anywhere unless it’s under hot water.”
The king eyed the amount of clothes John wore. “Perhaps you are ill?”
John scratched his head and left it alone. Maybe he was ill. He decided to change the topic and question Yudit about the school and the ghost he encountered.
Yudit was a bit slow in hiding his lack of surprise. “A ghost, you say?”
John nodded.
“Why do you think there is a ghost at the skool?”
John told him, altering the truth slightly.
King Yudit wiped his mouth. “I admit that my race is an old one, but there are no ghosts living in the kasuhl or on royal grounds.” He pushed back his seat. “Now if you would excuse me, I have some important business to address. Enjoy your breakfast.” He hurried off, leaving John with unanswered questions.
John found the king’s abrupt departure odd. He looked at Yudit’s plate of food. It was half-eaten. John concluded Bogdan and Yudit knew more about the ghost than they were willing to say. But why the secrecy?
Losing his appetite, and with nothing else to do, John went for a walk outside. He asked the local merchants if he could work for them, even Dena’s parents. He learned how quickly the king’s word spread. It appeared that walking was about the only thing he was allowed to do during his stay on Surreal. That, plus eating.
When it was time to sleep, John found it upsetting that he could not replicate the dream he’d had of the amazing kiss. He focused on how wonderful that kiss was for the next two nights, hoping to fall asleep and dream of the woman. Perhaps if he was lucky, he would see her.
Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain. She did not return to him, and John missed her terribly. He cursed himself. No woman had this sort of affect on him. Still, his soul refused to let it go. It felt abandoned. Lost. He could not shake the feeling, not even after spending Tuesday and Wednesday with Dena.
John discovered Dena was not the source of the vanilla scent. Nor was she the one who had kissed him. He had believed it was her. Only seconds into their first kiss, he was aware of her different style. Not one of her kisses aroused him like the one he’d had in his bedroom. This meant the kiss was a dream.
Jasira exited through the castle doors. She arrived at the little house beside the school and entered through a sidewall. She immediately went to sit at the kitchen table. Groaning, Jasira placed her face in her hands and thought of John. His erection engraved itself in her mind. She had seen plenty of naked men, of all races, but none had awakened her need to mate before. How was she going to get through tomorrow’s lessons? She would have to find a way.
.
Chapter 4
The next morning, John dressed in two sets of clothes. They did nothing to keep out the ever-present chill. Over breakfast, he asked King Yudit if there was work he could do to pass the time away.
The king swallowed his mouthful of food. “Of course not. View your stay on Surreal as an unexpected vacation before returning to war.”
“Thank you, but that’s not necessary. I’m a warrior and a hard worker. I don’t lounge around.”
Yudit lowered his mug of tea. “I must insist, John. You are my guest. As my guest, you are not allowed to work.”
“But I don’t mind—”
“I do.”
John inhaled deeply. He did not want to argue with the king, so he dropped the subject and took several bites of his food. He drank his hot tea slowly. It eased the cold but did not chase it away.
“Is Surreal this cold all the time?”
The king regarded him oddly. “Surreal’s temperature never drops below forty degrees for five lunar cycles during low season. Now it’s the start of peak season, when the planet’s temperature does not drop below ninety for seven lunar cycles.” He continued to eat.
John rechecked his ears. “Did you say below ninety?”
Yudit nodded.
“That’s impossible. I can’t shake this cold feeling. I can’t find a warm place anywhere unless it’s under hot water.”
The king eyed the amount of clothes John wore. “Perhaps you are ill?”
John scratched his head and left it alone. Maybe he was ill. He decided to change the topic and question Yudit about the school and the ghost he encountered.
Yudit was a bit slow in hiding his lack of surprise. “A ghost, you say?”
John nodded.
“Why do you think there is a ghost at the skool?”
John told him, altering the truth slightly.
King Yudit wiped his mouth. “I admit that my race is an old one, but there are no ghosts living in the kasuhl or on royal grounds.” He pushed back his seat. “Now if you would excuse me, I have some important business to address. Enjoy your breakfast.” He hurried off, leaving John with unanswered questions.
John found the king’s abrupt departure odd. He looked at Yudit’s plate of food. It was half-eaten. John concluded Bogdan and Yudit knew more about the ghost than they were willing to say. But why the secrecy?
Losing his appetite, and with nothing else to do, John went for a walk outside. He asked the local merchants if he could work for them, even Dena’s parents. He learned how quickly the king’s word spread. It appeared that walking was about the only thing he was allowed to do during his stay on Surreal. That, plus eating.
When it was time to sleep, John found it upsetting that he could not replicate the dream he’d had of the amazing kiss. He focused on how wonderful that kiss was for the next two nights, hoping to fall asleep and dream of the woman. Perhaps if he was lucky, he would see her.
Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain. She did not return to him, and John missed her terribly. He cursed himself. No woman had this sort of affect on him. Still, his soul refused to let it go. It felt abandoned. Lost. He could not shake the feeling, not even after spending Tuesday and Wednesday with Dena.
John discovered Dena was not the source of the vanilla scent. Nor was she the one who had kissed him. He had believed it was her. Only seconds into their first kiss, he was aware of her different style. Not one of her kisses aroused him like the one he’d had in his bedroom. This meant the kiss was a dream.
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