King of the UnderworldSephie
I woke up before Adrik the next morning. We had planned on getting up and working out this morning, so I was somewhat surprised that he didn’t wake up when I started to stir. Even the few times he’d wanted to stay in bed longer, he was always awake for at least a few minutes once he felt me stir. Guess he really did get new level zapped.
I decided to let him sleep a little longer, thinking he definitely needed it. I laid my head back on his chest, lazily tracing random patterns across his chest and stomach. I could feel him like normal; he felt quite happy. There was a moment or two of worry, but it was short-lived.
I started to worry when 1 felt his emotions start to increase. I suddenly felt massive waves of every emotion hit me, one right after the other. I sat up to look at him. When I did, he looked like Viktor was touching him. He was completely lit up. I could clearly see his aura, like I was looking through Andrei’s eyes. It was plain as day. It was so bright, it illuminated the entire room, forcing me to shield my eyes from the brightness.
I reached out and timidly put my hand on him, trying to wake him. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but something was definitely happening. He started to return to normal, the light around him fading gradually. He still wasn’t responding to me trying to wake him up. Not even in the slightest. I tried talking out loud to him. I tried talking telepathically to him. I tried to look inside his head, but I could see nothing. I could still feel him. He still felt happy, at least.
“Princess? Everything okay?”I heard Ivan ask. He must’ve felt everything that just happened through me.
“I don’t know. Can you come up here?”
“Be right there,” he responded.
He walked into the room not a minute later, a worried look on his face. “I can’t get him to wake up. Did you feel what just happened?” I asked.
“Yeah, it felt like you were all over the place. It’s why I checked on you.”
“That wasn’t me. That was him.”
“That’s never happened before,” he said.
“He also lit up like Viktor and Kostya were fixing him. Only brighter. It lit up the entire room. Now I can’t get him to respond at all. I can’t see anything when I look in his head either. It’s just black.”
“Can you feel him?”
“Yeah. He still feels happy, at least. He feels like he does when he’s sleeping,” I said.
Ivan thought for a few minutes. “I bet something happened. Like his m om came to him or Kostya or maybe even your dad. He might still be talking to them, which is why we can’t wake him up. The few times you can’t be woken up, when you’re not hurt, it’s been because you were talking to one of them.”
I was still worried, but his explanation made sense. It was just very unlike Adrik to not be able to wake up at all. “Maybe. What if it’s not, though? What if something is really wrong? I’d be able to tell, right?”
He laughed. “You’d be able to tell if something was really wrong, princess. You’d be the first to know.”
We both heard a soft knock on the bedroom door. “You can come in, Bubba,” I said.
Andrei peeked around the door, still unsure he should come all the way in the room. I smiled at him. “It’s okay, Bubba. Really. You can come in,” 1 said.
“Viktor told me to tell you that Boss is fine. Kostya said he needs a few more hours of sleep and that he’ll explain when he wakes up,” Andrei said. “Is Kostya the one that’s been talking to him?” Ivan asked.
“I don’t know. He didn’t say anything else other than Boss was fine and you shouldn’t worry,” he said, looking at me.
“Easier said than done,” I said, chewing on my lip. “Now I understand why it fr eaks all of you out so much when this happens to me. I don’t like it.”
“At least he’s asleep and not sitting up at the end of the bed with his eyes wide open and going apeshit,” Ivan said, grinning at me.
“That’s fair. That’s totally fair. This is much easier to deal with. I will concede that, 100%,” I said.
“Have you tried looking in his head? Is he dreaming?” Andrei asked.
“I tried. All I can see is black,” I said.
“But can you feel him? Is that why you freaked out earlier?” he asked.
“That wasn’t me. That was him. I can still feel him like normal. I just can’t see anything right now. He feels happy, at least. He’s just never not responded before,” I said. “That was him?” Andrei asked, surprised.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.