without me.”
Archer chuckled and sat up. “I have to save something to look forward to, don’t I?”
“Mmm. I don’t want to get up. Can’t I just stay in bed and make love to you all day?”
“As tempting is that is, my dear,” Archer smiled, “and it is very, very tempting, Ruarc and An Dilis will be here in an hour.”
“Shit,” I sighed and sat up, throwing the covers off me. “Can I have a rain check for tonight?”
“Insatiable, baby?” Archer purred sexily as he leaned over and nibbled my shoulder.
“Only for you,” I answered with a sated grin, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him one last time.
After we finally detached ourselves from one another, not without great difficulty, I headed into the bathroom and quickly showered. Gunnar had been kind enough to bring my bag and I smiled as I saw that he had packed for every occasion; he even included my favorite dagger from Archer’s extensive weapons collection. I slipped into my favorite pair of ripped jeans and paired it with a Tool concert t-shirt and my white Doc Martens. After throwing my hair in a tight bun and brushing on a quick coat of mascara, I was more than ready to eat. Last night’s bedroom Olympics had left me ravenous. Archer had taken a sip from me during sex, but I never wanted to drink his blood because I was scared of absorbing his Divine Power and spending the next few weeks battling his mind reading along with the other two powers I already had. I had more than enough on my plate at the moment.
I put my stuff away in Archer’s closet, tucked my eight inch silver dagger into the side of my boot, and flashed down the stairs to the first floor. Archer was just showing our two female guests to a table when I arrived at his side.
After some quick introductions and small talk, I got down to business. Archer refused the women, instead opting for bagged blood. I drank deeply from each of them, completely enjoying the experience, and I failed miserably at keeping my potent venom in check. When I was done I thanked the two women as Archer paid them and escorted them out. I closed my eyes and sat back in the booth, relaxing after the decently filling meal.
“Well, I see you’ve already eaten,” I heard Ruarc say a few seconds after I picked up his footsteps.
I lazily opened my eyes and saw him and seven of the most gigantic men I had ever seen in my life. “Holy shit,” I whispered as I took them all in. Oleif was the only one I had recognized out of the group.
“Meet the elite of An Dilis,” Ruarc said, motioning with a flick of his head to the men standing behind him. “They are the strongest, fastest, and deadliest members we have. Each man has well over five hundred immortal kills under their belt. They are your team.”
I scrambled up out of my chair and greeted them with wide eyes. “Hey,” I waved stupidly. “I’m Skye.” Each man stared at me but said nothing in reply. “Okay then. Shall we get this party started?”
“Do you have the ring?” Ruarc asked.
“I have it,” Archer spoke up from the back and I saw him come around the men with Dean, Zephyr and another man on his heels.
“Hey,” I smiled and hugged Dean. “You came.”
“Told you I would, toots,” he smirked and winked. “You know Zee and this crazy bastard to my left is Primo, my third in command.”
“Thank you guys so much for coming,” I smiled gratefully and tried to ignore the disgust in Primo’s eyes.
Archer handed Ruarc the small black bag that had Amun’s ring in it before Ruarc handed it to me.
“Put it on,” Ruarc said and I watched as he and his men took a step back.
Archer, Dean, Primo, Zephyr and I looked at them like they were crazy.
“It’s just a piece of jewelry,” I shook my head as I took it out of the bag, “and probably just Amun’s sick idea of a wedding ring. You act like I’m going to attack you.”
“Just put it on,” Ruarc frowned, his hand on the hilt of his dagger.
I rolled my eyes and slipped it on my right ring finger. I instantly gasped as images flashed in my mind and I felt something pull me toward the entrance. I quickly recovered and jerked the ring off my finger. The images stopped