Page 13 of Camriel
“If only we had a qualified electrician on hand,” Grace said wistfully.“Not to mention a plumber,” she added.“I almost froze my butt off when I went outside to pee earlier.”
Zoe nodded in agreement.“Amaros hates using the latrine as much as we do,” she divulged.
“I’m surprised he hasn’t cut a hole in a chair and found some newspapers to read so he can sit out there comfortably while he’s doing his business,” Grace said.
They both cracked up at that image.“Newspapers won’t even exist anymore,” Zoe figured.“You can always loan him some of your romance books.”
Grace snickered at that thought.“Amaros doesn’t strike me as the romantic type.”
“You’re right,” Zoe agreed.“He’s more of an action type of guy.”
From the dreamy look in her eyes, she was thinking of the knight’s bedroom action.Grace had no intention of getting involved in that topic.“Let’s head to the resort and pick the closets we want,” she said.
“I’ll use one of the toilets there,” Zoe said, brightening at the prospect.They worked fine as long as they were topped up with water before being flushed.The girls made sure to pack water and snacks, then Grace drove the small red truck to the nearby resort further up the mountain.
Chapter Eight
––––––––
RAHAB HAD SLEPT LIKEa rock for the past two nights on the huge bed in the penthouse Phul had claimed on his behalf.It took energy to set up a ward to hide their presence even when combining their power.He’d also been recovering from the fall.
His men had chosen apartments on the floors below his after Phul, Lachial and their team had cleared the building of its inhabitants.Several apartments on the lower floors contained women.Rahab didn’t care if his soldiers were happy or not, but it was good for morale to have feminine entertainment.The females would be treated well enough.It was only wise to keep them in good health so they would last longer.
Xathan had taken a crew to scour 5thAvenue for clothing as he’d been ordered.Everyone now had something to wear, even if they were too small in some cases.Rahab was wearing a suit he’d chosen from the selection of stolen garments rather than jeans and a sweater.It was tight in the shoulders, but he looked good in it.The charcoal gray jacket and pants were paired with a burgundy shirt.It enhanced the red sheen in his eyes.
Preening in front of the bathroom mirror, Rahab untangled his chestnut brown hair with his fingers, admiring his reflection.The former owners had exquisite taste.They’d chosen white marble with gray accents for all of the bathrooms and the kitchen counters.Black tiles covered the floors and hallways.Plush, dark gray carpet was in the bedrooms and living room.
A gigantic, but useless TV clung to the wall in the living room.TVs were in all of the bedrooms as well.Rahab wished the electricity was still running.He needed information about the leaders who were left in the US.
He sensed Xathan climbing upwards and left the bathroom.He made his way to the living room and crossed to the foyer.Xathan knocked and Rahab opened the door a moment later.“Yes?”he asked impatiently.He hadn’t sent for his lackey.
“I have news, Lord,” Xathan said in the subservient tone all of the soldiers used.
Phul arrived a few seconds later, leaving the stairwell at the end of the hallway and hurrying to join them.Both men wore jeans and leather jackets.“Lord,” he said in greeting.It seemed his second in command and Xathan had discovered something.
“What have you found?”Rahab asked, allowing them entry to his abode.He closed the door and led them over to the black leather couches.Sinking down onto an armchair, he gestured at them to speak.
