Free Reawakened (The Reawakened Series) by Colleen Houck

father’s name is Khalfani.”
    “Okay, good. That’s very good, Amon.” I smiled brightly. “What’s his last name?” I asked slowly.
    Amon’s eyes narrowed, but he answered my question. “He is known only as Asten, but sometimes he is also called the Celestial Magician or the Cosmic Dreamer.”
    “Um…okay.” I jotted down
possible magician/check Vegas,
and then asked about his other brother.
    “He is named Ahmose, and he was once the prince of Waset.”
    “Waset. Is that a country?”
    “It was once a great city.”
    “I see. Go on,” I said as I wrote
possible politician
.
    “He is the Great Healer, and the Master of both Beast and Storm.”
    “Gotcha.” I adjusted my notes. Crossing off
possible politician,
I wrote
veterinarian or perhaps weatherman.
    “When was the last time you saw either of them?”
    “It’s been a millennium.”
    “Uh-huh.” For a moment the only noise was the scratching of my pencil.
    Closing my book with a pop, I said, “I think I have a good place to start.” I put my hand on Amon’s bare shoulder and squeezed gently. “I promise I’ll do my best to find your brothers and get you where you need to be.”
    “Thank you, Young Lily.”
    “You’re welcome. Now, how about some sustenance?” Pausing briefly, I added, “Can you eat solid food?”
I should never have fed a cancer patient a hot dog. What was I thinking?
    “Do you have a hot dog?” he asked, as if reading my mind.
    “Hot dogs aren’t very nutritious, and it’s unlikely there’d be any here, but I’ll order something for you. Something soft that will be easy on the stomach.”
    “My teeth are sound. I do not require mush. My arrival is often celebrated with feasting and song, but you can sing for me at another time. I confess that at the moment I am hungrier than an outcast jackal and would not put off a feast for any entertainment, no matter how riveting.”
    “Right. I’ll hold off on the riveting singing. A feast, though, I can arrange. You just stay right here in the sun until I get back.”
    He nodded, the fatigue on his face obvious.
    Carefully closing the sliding door behind me and drawing the curtains, I grabbed my robe and headed toward the kitchen, stopping to check my reflection in the mirror. My dark hair hung down my back in thick, messy waves. The blue eyes looking back at me were bright, and my cheeks sun-kissed.
    I was definitely not looking like the poised, elegant, controlled girl I usually was. I appeared excited, wild, and a little frenzied. Making a deliberate effort to calm myself and smooth my hair, I proceeded slowly to the kitchen. It was empty. My parents must have left early. Then it hit me that it was Marcella’s day off, too. Perfect.
    I called room service and placed my order, then headed back to the veranda.
    “Have you soaked up enough sun?” I asked.
    “I have taken in all I can for the moment.”
    “Great. Let’s get you inside, then.”
    He followed me into my room and watched with interest as I hastily grabbed a lacy black bra from the back of a chair and tossed it and my comforter in a wrinkled heap on the bed.
    “So, your breakfast is coming, but that will take a half hour or so. I’m going to raid my father’s closet for some clothes for you. In the meantime, do you want to take a shower?”
    “A shower?”
    “Unless you prefer a bath?”
    “Ah. Yes, I would enjoy a good scrubbing.”
    “Great. So I’ll get the clothes, and the bathroom is just through there.”
    Amon gave me a quizzical look before heading into the bathroom. I left him to his own devices while I scrounged up something for him to wear.
    My parents’ bedroom and bathroom were even bigger than mine, and their closet was ginormous. I knew that Father had some old T-shirts and jeans in drawers in the back. I dug up a pair of sneakers, socks, a workout tee, sweatpants, and a lightweight jacket, and was headed back into my parents’ room when the thought occurred to me that Amon