Green Tea and Black Death (The Godhunter, Book 5) by Amy Sumida Page B
Authors: Amy Sumida
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hoped for this inauspicious day, and I was content when I opened the door to my house.
The low, Moroccan table in the living room was covered with presents. My friends, god and otherwise, had been dropping them off for days. I really appreciated their thoughtfulness but I couldn't bring myself to open presents now. I was going to save them for a time when I felt like celebrating.
“ You should go see Odin tomorrow,” Kirill suggested as we went toward the bedroom.
“ Yeah, if for no other reason than to get more antibiotic,” I grimaced.
“ Let me make bath for you, Tima,” he kissed my cheek and went into the bathroom.
I smiled as I removed my clothes. A hot bath was just what I needed and Kirill was so good at that lately, anticipating my needs. I pulled the heavy chain with the emerald pendant on it, over my head and laid it gently in the bottom drawer of my Chinese, carved jewelry box. I loved the box, had in fact purchased it to match my bed, and it went really well in the room. I glanced at the stone jewelry box that Anubis had given me. It seemed out of place, as out of place as my affection for him was. Maybe I should get rid of it.
“ Vervain,” Kirill called from the bathroom that was attached to my master bedroom, “vater's ready.”
I went in, happily forgetting about Anubis for the moment, and smiled at Kirill as he helped me into the water. It was wonderful, so soothing on my aching muscles and wounded heart. I leaned back and let my hair get soaked. Kirill kissed me on the cheek and left me to have some alone time. See, just what I needed.
I soaked away my blues until the water got cold and finally got out, pruned but happy. I dried off, wrapped my hair up in a towel, and took my time rubbing some lotion in. By the time I was done, my hair was dry enough to take down. It still hung in damp strands down my back but it wasn't dripping anymore. I ended up piling it on my head with a claw clip.
I came out of the bathroom wearing just my satin bathrobe, and found Kirill sitting at the foot of the bed, in the single opening of the bed's walls. In his hands was a small cheesecake with a single candle on it. The little light burned bright, sending beams through the carved walls of the bed and casting shadows over Kirill's face.
“ Happy Birthday, Vervain,” he smiled gently and shrugged. “Just a small celebration with you and I. Ve don't have to tell anyone.”
I swallowed hard, blinking back the threatening tears. In that moment, I wanted no other man in my life. I wanted to tell Trevor and Odin both to take a flying leap, that I'd found the only man who could truly make me happy. If only I could, I huffed a small overwhelmed sound from my chest and went forward to stand in front of him. He stood up and held the cake with one hand, between us.
“ Make vish,” he brushed a stray strand off my cheek, “and make it good because I vant to see you smile.”
“ Kirill,” I lost hold of a single tear that snaked its way down my cheek.
“ I said smile,” he wiped it away, “not cry. Vhy you alvays have to be so stubborn?”
“ I love you so much,” I whispered and looked down at that single candle.
It seemed to take on so much meaning for such a skinny little thing. A turning point rested in the tiny flame, a wish that could change my life it it were fulfilled. What would it be? Should I wish for Trevor to come home or should I be more pragmatic and wish for Xi Wangmu to be defeated? Maybe I should wish for Anubis to find a lover and leave me alone or that the lioness magic be kept happy with the three lovers I already had. In the end, I made a very simple wish. No, I can't tell you. Then it won't come true.
I blew out the candle and smiled. Kirill smiled back at me in the sudden dark, his eyes shining like a cat's. He put the cake down on my dresser and flipped on the overhead light. There was a blue
The low, Moroccan table in the living room was covered with presents. My friends, god and otherwise, had been dropping them off for days. I really appreciated their thoughtfulness but I couldn't bring myself to open presents now. I was going to save them for a time when I felt like celebrating.
“ You should go see Odin tomorrow,” Kirill suggested as we went toward the bedroom.
“ Yeah, if for no other reason than to get more antibiotic,” I grimaced.
“ Let me make bath for you, Tima,” he kissed my cheek and went into the bathroom.
I smiled as I removed my clothes. A hot bath was just what I needed and Kirill was so good at that lately, anticipating my needs. I pulled the heavy chain with the emerald pendant on it, over my head and laid it gently in the bottom drawer of my Chinese, carved jewelry box. I loved the box, had in fact purchased it to match my bed, and it went really well in the room. I glanced at the stone jewelry box that Anubis had given me. It seemed out of place, as out of place as my affection for him was. Maybe I should get rid of it.
“ Vervain,” Kirill called from the bathroom that was attached to my master bedroom, “vater's ready.”
I went in, happily forgetting about Anubis for the moment, and smiled at Kirill as he helped me into the water. It was wonderful, so soothing on my aching muscles and wounded heart. I leaned back and let my hair get soaked. Kirill kissed me on the cheek and left me to have some alone time. See, just what I needed.
I soaked away my blues until the water got cold and finally got out, pruned but happy. I dried off, wrapped my hair up in a towel, and took my time rubbing some lotion in. By the time I was done, my hair was dry enough to take down. It still hung in damp strands down my back but it wasn't dripping anymore. I ended up piling it on my head with a claw clip.
I came out of the bathroom wearing just my satin bathrobe, and found Kirill sitting at the foot of the bed, in the single opening of the bed's walls. In his hands was a small cheesecake with a single candle on it. The little light burned bright, sending beams through the carved walls of the bed and casting shadows over Kirill's face.
“ Happy Birthday, Vervain,” he smiled gently and shrugged. “Just a small celebration with you and I. Ve don't have to tell anyone.”
I swallowed hard, blinking back the threatening tears. In that moment, I wanted no other man in my life. I wanted to tell Trevor and Odin both to take a flying leap, that I'd found the only man who could truly make me happy. If only I could, I huffed a small overwhelmed sound from my chest and went forward to stand in front of him. He stood up and held the cake with one hand, between us.
“ Make vish,” he brushed a stray strand off my cheek, “and make it good because I vant to see you smile.”
“ Kirill,” I lost hold of a single tear that snaked its way down my cheek.
“ I said smile,” he wiped it away, “not cry. Vhy you alvays have to be so stubborn?”
“ I love you so much,” I whispered and looked down at that single candle.
It seemed to take on so much meaning for such a skinny little thing. A turning point rested in the tiny flame, a wish that could change my life it it were fulfilled. What would it be? Should I wish for Trevor to come home or should I be more pragmatic and wish for Xi Wangmu to be defeated? Maybe I should wish for Anubis to find a lover and leave me alone or that the lioness magic be kept happy with the three lovers I already had. In the end, I made a very simple wish. No, I can't tell you. Then it won't come true.
I blew out the candle and smiled. Kirill smiled back at me in the sudden dark, his eyes shining like a cat's. He put the cake down on my dresser and flipped on the overhead light. There was a blue
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