had happened seconds ago. Bizarre .
“It’s okay,” he offered in a soothing tone. “You don’t have to.”
“No,” she lamented. “I mean, I can’t. I don’t remember anything about that night.”
Kane couldn’t see clearly through her tinted lenses, but he would bet his life tears threatened to spill down her beautiful face. An urgent need to wrap his arms around her and shield her from sorrow caused a deep ache in his chest, and the conscious decision to refrain from his impulse was almost impossible to adhere to. Their inquisition needed to stop, now. “I’m so sorry for all you’ve been through.”
“I know you are. I can feel it.” Trinity glanced at him with a curious grin. “But I’m amazed that you do…with a heart of stone.”
Kane held his breath in shock.
“And you, too.” She motioned to Arawn. “Why do hounds with red ears hunt you down?”
Chapter Five
The pounding in her head amplified as she battled groggy fatigue. Bright light penetrated her eyelids, and, grabbing a pillow, she hid underneath it. She rolled back and forth, groaning in agony.
“Hey, are you okay, princess?” a raspy voice called out.
Trinity bolted upright, panic racing through her veins. “What the hell?” She grimaced at the sharp pain stabbing her temples. Upon a quick glance around, she found herself in the villa’s king-sized bed and spied hunk number one across the cabin, on the pull-out couch.
A brief thump sounded on the roof over her head then a huge thud outside the door.
“What the hell was that?”
“Oh, Kane’s up now.” Arawn tucked his hands behind his head with a grin.
“Up? From where?” She frantically scanned the room for the ginger.
Arawn pointed to the ceiling. “The rooftop.”
“Excuse me?”
Kane opened the front door and strolled in, stretching his arms out with a yawn.
“Why the hell are you two in my cabin?” She grabbed the sheets and pulled them over her chest. “And on my roof?” Suspicion roared through her aching head, and she glanced down, relieved to find she still wore her summer dress. “Oh Hades, what did I do?”
“It’s okay.” Kane held his palms up in surrender. “Remember, we’re your bunkmates this week?”
She glanced to his side where the hunk with dark eyes lay on the couch. Thankfully, they both were still fully clothed. “Mind telling me how in Tartarus I got into the bed?” The blur of the evening horrified her. Minor blackouts had become more common than she cared to admit, recently, but this one was a complete blank slate.
“Yeah, Sage went a little overboard on the…relaxation cocktail last night.” Arawn climbed off the couch. He tidied his bedding, folded the pull-out bed, tucked it away and then replaced the cushions. “We brought you back to the cabin and tucked you in. As per your orders, if I do recall correctly.” He flashed a sheepish grin.
Dismay washed over her at the recollection of her words in her euphoric state of intoxication. But only if these two will tuck. Me. In. “Oh, right.” She covered her blazing cheeks with icy palms, desperate to wake up from this humiliating moment.
“If it makes you feel any better….” Arawn’s tone was kind but comical. “I’ve had the same thing happen when I got a charley horse in training a few months back.” He rubbed the back of his thigh and shuddered.
“Time for caffeine, I think.” Kane headed for the kitchen. “Are you a tea or coffee kind of gal?”
Trinity’s pulse raced. How did she manage to get herself into this situation? “Normally, I would say tea, but the way I feel right now, I’ll take coffee intravenously if you’ve got it.” She dropped back onto her pillow as the current bunk arrangements slowly came back to her. Right. Cyrus and Rekkus ordered these two to be her personal bodyguards. So much for a week of relaxation. “When Sage dosed you”—she studied Arawn with narrowed eyes—“did you have a hangover?”
“A
“It’s okay,” he offered in a soothing tone. “You don’t have to.”
“No,” she lamented. “I mean, I can’t. I don’t remember anything about that night.”
Kane couldn’t see clearly through her tinted lenses, but he would bet his life tears threatened to spill down her beautiful face. An urgent need to wrap his arms around her and shield her from sorrow caused a deep ache in his chest, and the conscious decision to refrain from his impulse was almost impossible to adhere to. Their inquisition needed to stop, now. “I’m so sorry for all you’ve been through.”
“I know you are. I can feel it.” Trinity glanced at him with a curious grin. “But I’m amazed that you do…with a heart of stone.”
Kane held his breath in shock.
“And you, too.” She motioned to Arawn. “Why do hounds with red ears hunt you down?”
Chapter Five
The pounding in her head amplified as she battled groggy fatigue. Bright light penetrated her eyelids, and, grabbing a pillow, she hid underneath it. She rolled back and forth, groaning in agony.
“Hey, are you okay, princess?” a raspy voice called out.
Trinity bolted upright, panic racing through her veins. “What the hell?” She grimaced at the sharp pain stabbing her temples. Upon a quick glance around, she found herself in the villa’s king-sized bed and spied hunk number one across the cabin, on the pull-out couch.
A brief thump sounded on the roof over her head then a huge thud outside the door.
“What the hell was that?”
“Oh, Kane’s up now.” Arawn tucked his hands behind his head with a grin.
“Up? From where?” She frantically scanned the room for the ginger.
Arawn pointed to the ceiling. “The rooftop.”
“Excuse me?”
Kane opened the front door and strolled in, stretching his arms out with a yawn.
“Why the hell are you two in my cabin?” She grabbed the sheets and pulled them over her chest. “And on my roof?” Suspicion roared through her aching head, and she glanced down, relieved to find she still wore her summer dress. “Oh Hades, what did I do?”
“It’s okay.” Kane held his palms up in surrender. “Remember, we’re your bunkmates this week?”
She glanced to his side where the hunk with dark eyes lay on the couch. Thankfully, they both were still fully clothed. “Mind telling me how in Tartarus I got into the bed?” The blur of the evening horrified her. Minor blackouts had become more common than she cared to admit, recently, but this one was a complete blank slate.
“Yeah, Sage went a little overboard on the…relaxation cocktail last night.” Arawn climbed off the couch. He tidied his bedding, folded the pull-out bed, tucked it away and then replaced the cushions. “We brought you back to the cabin and tucked you in. As per your orders, if I do recall correctly.” He flashed a sheepish grin.
Dismay washed over her at the recollection of her words in her euphoric state of intoxication. But only if these two will tuck. Me. In. “Oh, right.” She covered her blazing cheeks with icy palms, desperate to wake up from this humiliating moment.
“If it makes you feel any better….” Arawn’s tone was kind but comical. “I’ve had the same thing happen when I got a charley horse in training a few months back.” He rubbed the back of his thigh and shuddered.
“Time for caffeine, I think.” Kane headed for the kitchen. “Are you a tea or coffee kind of gal?”
Trinity’s pulse raced. How did she manage to get herself into this situation? “Normally, I would say tea, but the way I feel right now, I’ll take coffee intravenously if you’ve got it.” She dropped back onto her pillow as the current bunk arrangements slowly came back to her. Right. Cyrus and Rekkus ordered these two to be her personal bodyguards. So much for a week of relaxation. “When Sage dosed you”—she studied Arawn with narrowed eyes—“did you have a hangover?”
“A
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