Page 130 of Shadow Blind

I am informed that you have need to speak with me.

1301. In the old section. Come now.

--Benioko

What? Who the hell told the shaman I needed to talk to him? He scowled, his fingers tightening around the phone. Is this summons about the damn dreams?

It couldn’t be. The only one who knew about them was Demi, and she’d been with him all night. Besides, she wouldn’t contact Benioko behind his back. Maybe Wolf was behind the summons. Because that’s what it was. A summons.

But that didn’t track either. While Wolf had brought up Aiden’s lack of knowledge regarding their shared Kalikoia heritage, he’d never pushed—at least not hard—for Aiden to learn their tribal history. And he’d sure as hell never suggested that Aiden meet with the base shaman.

So, who the hell had gone blabbing to the Old One?

The shadowy dreams with their stretchy inhabitants flashed through his mind. Demi had made a connection between the shadows in the dreams and the Shadow Realm. But according to Wolf and everyone else in this damn place, Benioko was the only mouthpiece of the Shadow Warrior, which meant he was the only one who interacted with the elder gods and knew what they looked like.

Was it possible?

Of course not!

He grunted in annoyance and glared at his phone. Those damn dreams were fucking with his mind. The note said ‘come now,’ but no way in hell was he leaving Demi to wake up alone. They’d just patched things up. He wasn’t letting anything come between them. Certainly not this unexpected and unwelcome summons.

He switched on the lamp next to the bed and rolled over. Demi was lying on her side, her back to him. His roll had taken him so close, her ass cradled his cock, which had warped awake and was ready for action. You’d think the damn thing would be fully satiated after the marathon of sex they’d enjoyed the night before. But no, it was all revved up and raring to go. No surprise. His cock had been hyper-focused on her since their first meeting all those years ago.

He wrapped his right arm around her waist, his hand sliding up to cup her breast. Squeezing gently, he buried his face in the curve of her neck and suckled the silky skin. She stirred against him, the movement languid and sleepy.

“I see someone’s having a good morning,” she said in a sleep-thick voice, as she cuddled her ass against his crotch.

“Any morning I awake with you is a good morning,” he mumbled against her neck. Christ, she felt good—soft and warm and silky. But she tasted even better; a little salty, a little sweet, with a hint of flowers.

He barely got a couple of nibbles in before his phone rumbled against the nightstand again. He pulled back with a scowl. Worst. Timing. Ever.

“Ignore it.” She twisted until she faced him, her arms twining around his neck.

Good idea.

Her face rosy with sleep and growing desire, she leaned in closer. Cupping her cheeks, he bent to take her lips just as the phone rumbled again. And damned if it didn’t remind him of a summons, which reminded him of Benioko’s text.

Fuck.

He froze, releasing Demi’s cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” Worry replaced the desire in her eyes.

Double fuck!

“I need to take this.” With a frustrated growl, he rolled back over and grabbed his phone. Two more texts, same number as earlier.

Come now.

And then…

Now.

Neither text had a signature, but Aiden knew who’d sent them. What was so damn urgent Benioko needed to see him immediately, in person? Why couldn’t he wait a damn hour?

“Aiden?” Demi’s voice rose. Worry darkened her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

He flopped onto his back, thumping his head against the pillow. “I’ve been summoned by Benioko.”

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