Page 126 of Crave Me

I have some ideas. But I think a shower might be a good place to start.

A shower did sound like a good way to loosen up my limbs now that I could move again. I just wondered how long it would last.

Perhaps indefinitely.

Perhaps not.

I grabbed my watch from the nightstand and sent Kaspian a list of items we needed to do.

Call Kieran. He can help force the truth out of Klas.

We need to draft a formal statement on what happened here, specifically in regard to Nyx’s power.

We should probably add a formal mating announcement to it, since that’s rather obvious now.

Don’t kill Klas—Nyx needs his blood for the moon.

She said the moon is on fire… is that true?

The last item was more of a musing from me, as I couldn’t see the moon from my position in the bedroom. But there was a strange orangish hue outside, reminding me of the sunrise. Yet it wasn’t time for that yet.

“Shower?” Nyx prompted.

“Shower,” I agreed as my watch buzzed with Kaspian’s reply.

Kieran is already on his way.

Cara is almost finished working on a statement for both items.

We’ll talk about that blood tribute more. Fallon deserves to be involved in that discussion.

See attached.

An image came through in the next second, causing me to gape at the screen. “This gives new meaning to a blood moon.”

The moon was literally on fire with fissures of lava. There was no way the other leaders wouldn’t notice this.

Fuck.

Nyx glanced at it and winced. “This is why I need the blood tribute.” Her gaze met mine. “Klas needs to die.”

“And he will,” I vowed. “Just as soon as we gather the information we need from him.” I cupped her jaw. “How about we take that shower and you tell me how you want to kill him?”

She considered it for a beat. “With a knife. But I’ll tell you more under the water.”

“It’s a date,” I joked.

She frowned, pondering the words. “I’ve never been on a real date, but I accept this proposal. Water, revenge, and orgasms.”

Well, when she put it that way, it did sound intriguing. “I promise to deliver on all three.”

“Good,” she replied. “Because I have high standards.”

“I’d expect nothing less from a goddess.”

“Just as I’d expect everything from a king,” she countered.

I grinned. “And everything, you shall have.”