Page 91 of Defying the Relic Hunter

“Sleep. We’ve put you and Xenia in the guest quarters.”

Xenia narrowed her eyes. “You’re going after the Bjarke mercenaries, aren’t you?”

“We are.”

“And the little women get to stay behind and tend the campfires,” I said not so sweetly.

Ethan adopted his big, scary warlord demeanor. “The two of you are vital to our mission. Uncle Saul won’t risk either of you being injured in a combat situation.”

“I’ll be the first to admit, I’m not a warrior, but Xenia is. She should have the option of participating in the hunt. They did kidnap her and once we enter the caverns, there will be all sorts of things trying to kill us.”

“Iamaware of that and Xenia is staying behind to guard you.”

“Oh.”

Ethan teleported away.

“If I don’t get some chocolate soon, I’m going to have a meltdown of biblical proportions,” I grumbled.

“I also need great quantities of chocolate.”

“Men, who needs them.” I hugged Xenia. “You know, you’re my best friend, dontcha?”

“I’ve never had a best friend before,” Xenia admitted. “Our dig sites were always in remote locations and taking care of my mother was a full-time job.”

How sad was that? I hooked my little finger around Xenia’s. “Pinky swears. No matter what comes, we will be best friends forever.”

“Pinky swears.”

“And when the guys aren’t around it’s orgasm by chocolate.” I dug out a handful of individually wrapped chocolate and handed them to Xenia.

She ate one and her eyes rolled back in her head. “Multiple orgasms.”

“If you want a rock your world orgasm, we need to hit Cerreta’s Candy Company.”

Xenia grinned. “Sounds like a plan.”

“What are you waiting for? Let’s go.” Four hours later and two trips to Cerreta’s we had obtained our maximum sugar high. Which of course, crashed two hours later.

My beast of a mate rousted us out of bed at four friggin’ o’clock. “You have twenty minutes to hit the showers and get something to eat.”

Xenia just groaned.

“Uh huh, ok.” I collapsed back on the bed.

“No, you don’t.” Scooping us both up, Ethan carried us into the shower and turned it on.

I scowled at him. “Not funny.”

“I know a thousand ways to kill you,” Xenia snarled.

“I’m sure you do. Now move your butts.”

“Wait!”

Ethan paused.

“Did you take care of our Bjarke problem?”

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