Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 112416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
They’d returned to Bellcairn, and both Vitor and Adrian had demanded that he remain in the hotel room to wait. They needed to see if Ruben would contact them after he left Milway. His cover as the eccentric Yujian shouldn’t have been blown because of their actions in the forest. Anyone who had seen them helping Shey and Tyche after their escape was dead.
Besides, Ruben was still waiting on the godstone shard from Caspagir. There was also the chance that their organization would need an infusion of funds after the latest Shey-related disaster at their hidden facility. Considering he and Adrian had also destroyed The Pit in Voxmore, it was likely the shadow organization was floundering and could use some help.
In the meantime, Haru found himself unexpectedly bonding with the God of Luck. When Tyche stopped hiding behind Shey every time he approached, they quickly learned that they had some similar interests, such as good food and shiny objects.
“Haruuuuuu!” Tyche called, the sound stretching through the rooms of the penthouse suite as the strange god did a dance while holding a pair of to-go cups over his head with that special paper wrapping around the center. His hair sparkled in the sunlight coming through the wall of windows, thanks to all the random rings and gems Haru had braided into Tyche’s long red hair. “It’s here! The delivery boy just dropped them off.”
Haru rose from where he was seated on the sofa and approached Tyche, while Adrian and Shey lifted their heads from the map they were studying for the hundredth time.
“What did you order now?” Shey inquired. To keep themselves occupied, they’d taken to using the hotel concierge service to set them up with various shops throughout the city. Both Shey and Tyche had new wardrobes and soaps. They’d also had all manner of food delivered.
Tyche sniffed and lifted his chin, looking down his nose at Shey. “None of your business since you spoke blasphemy last night.”
“What?” Adrian asked.
Shey rolled his eyes. “I said that all coffee tastes the same.”
“And he didn’t steal all your good luck for that?” Adrian teased.
“I thought about it,” Tyche muttered and then flashed Haru a smile as he handed over one of the to-go cups with the coffee shop’s logo. “The hotel concierge promised that this shop used Besan beans for their premium roast. I got yours like you prefer it—two sugars and three splashes of whole milk.”
Haru lifted the cup to his nose and drew in a deep breath, inhaling the rich scent of the coffee that Tyche swore was the very best in the world. “How do you drink your coffee?”
“Black like his soul,” Shey chimed in before Tyche could say a word.
Tyche shot him a scowl. His eyes were angry, but his lips were twitching into a grin. “Only if it’s good coffee. Good beans need no enhancement. I add cream and sugar if the coffee has been made from inferior beans.” Tyche took a big drink, seeming indifferent to the blistering heat. If he hadn’t been born a god, he would have made a magnificent dragon. As soon as he swallowed, he let out a long moan. His entire body sank two inches as if he were so relaxed he could barely keep himself upright.
“If you have an orgasm in front of everyone, I promise to never let you live it down,” Shey joked.
The bliss-filled expression didn’t waver. “I don’t care. This is perfect coffee.”
Haru glanced at Shey to find that the prince’s smile had softened as he continued to stare at Tyche as he swayed and sipped his coffee. Haru took a drink of his coffee and blinked, ripping his attention from Shey to the cup. “You’re right. Besan beans really are the best. I can taste a difference.”
“See! Great coffee is worth seeking out.” Tyche rushed to the kitchenette in their suite and picked up a plate of blueberry scones, which he thrust at Haru upon his return. “Here. Here. Take a bite of scone after taking a drink. They complement each other perfectly.”
Haru did as Tyche instructed and hummed happily as the two tastes blended together perfectly.
Adrian turned in his seat to watch them. “I never imagined I’d see the day where you were both losing your minds over coffee,” he said with a chuckle.
“Would you like a taste?” Haru offered, holding out his coffee cup.
“No, thank you. I’ve never been a big fan of coffee. I prefer tea.”
Tyche gasped. “Blasphemy! That’s the blasphemy table.”
“No, he has a good point. There are some lovely teas in the world. We don’t drink coffee on the Isle of Stone. We have tea.”
Tyche’s expression scrunched up. “But tea isn’t as strong as coffee.”
Haru smiled at him. “You’ve never had dragon tea.”
“It’s true,” Adrian agreed. “I had some teas while staying with the Omari clan that were way stronger than coffee, with some interesting, complicated flavors.” He turned his gaze up to Haru. “Don’t the different clans specialize in making their own signature blends?”