Free Fate Undone (The Mythean Arcana Series Book 5) by Linsey Hall Page A

ago.
    Interrupting would only undo the trust that Ian had established with the family, who looked to have been providing information.
    He scrubbed at his eyes, then glanced up to see Sylvi lying in the bed, asleep with her arms flung over her head. The windows were open and billowing white curtains blew into the room on the light breeze, but it was still warm. Her skin gleamed with slight perspiration and her hair flowed golden over the pillow. His eyes were drawn to her small breasts, pushed against the fabric of her shirt.  
    The air rushed out of the room as his cock hardened. Shit. He shook his head and strode for the door at the side of the room. A bathroom. Thank fates. He was still grimy from work detail in the prison and his race across the forest. And he needed some space.
    Gratefully, he cranked on the water and stripped out of his clothes, then peeled away the bandages that Sylvi had taped over his wounds and tossed them in the trash. His mind was so caught up with images of Sylvi that he barely noticed or appreciated that his wounds had closed entirely.
    He stepped into the shower and sighed as the weak stream of cool water flowed over him. As he scrubbed the thin bar of soap over his skin, he tried to banish the sight of her from his mind.  
    He managed a few seconds of blankness before her long limbs and glowing face slipped back into his head, followed by the memory of her bad-ass strength and take-no-prisoners attitude. Power and confidence radiated from her and it was sexy as hell. She’d risen from the ashes he’d made of her life and turned herself into someone to be feared. The guard who’d come to her house looking for him had been downright deferential. Nervous, even.
    Logan liked it.
    All he could think about was stripping off her clothes and running his hands along every inch of her smooth skin. Of tasting her. Of being with her in the way he’d wanted to be so long ago.
    When they’d first known each other, he’d wanted her so damn badly that it had been a constant physical ache. He had no problem remembering that feeling now, and embraced it as he gripped his shaft and stroked. Pleasure streaked through him, enhanced by the images of Sylvi that he played through his mind.
    It took little time for the pleasure to coalesce into a shaking orgasm. He bit back a moan as it tore through him.
    When it finally faded, he forced his mind away from Sylvi and climbed out of the shower. As much as he wanted to think about her, he needed to focus on the coming task. If he couldn’t destroy the labyrinth, there’d be no future for them. And the longer he was with her, the more fiercely he wanted it.
      He dried off with the thin towel he found hanging over the bar by the window and threw on the jeans, T-shirt, and boots he’d been wearing earlier then headed toward the door.  
    Logan crept into the room. Sylvi was still asleep, as beautiful as when he’d left her. He forced his gaze away and lay down quietly on the other bed. Ian would be several more hours. It had been over twenty-four hours since Logan had slept and Sylvi needed at least several more since he’d showed up at her place in the middle of the night.
    He set his mental alarm clock for three hours and tried to focus on something soothing—something not Sylvi—so that he could recharge. The soft sound of her breathing didn’t help, but eventually he drifted off.
    He woke three hours later, his mind no more distracted from Sylvi than it had been when he’d drifted off.  
    The dreams…
    He hadn’t had them in centuries. When they’d first been parted, the dreams had tormented him with everything that he’d lost. But eventually, after centuries, they’d faded away. Until now.  
    No. He yanked himself back from the memories. Two weeks. He had two fucking weeks until Aleia’s prophecy came true and the prison was complete. He didn’t have time for this shit. This was why he’d initially planned to seek Sylvi after he’d destroyed