The Vasili and Vasilia of Seattle

[Reggie]

I looked at the number. I didn’t want to call the royals. Mostly, I wanted to take a nap. I had no idea why I was so tired, but it was like something in me was changing. Probably the spell working, or my body preparing for impregnating Rhys.

After dawdling for a while, straightening up the shelves, cleaning the fluted edges of the desk, playing with the desk toys, and carefully examining every title of every book on the shelves, I finally couldn’t think of another thing to do instead of calling them. Such bullshit.

I groaned. This would be annoying, but I was in their territory and a lot of people had seen me heading to the fae king’s home. I picked up the handset and dialed the number on the paper.