Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 15 : Gone

*Sasha*

“Sasha," Amanda said, giving me a shake.

I yawned and blinked owlishly at the clock. “Sweet mercies of the White Queen, Amanda, it's nearly dawn. Don't you have class this morning?"

“I do, but I was on the dorm phone all night with Chelsea–boy trouble–and the line beeped, so I switched lines, and it was Lucas," Amanda said hurriedly.

“Lucas Black?" I asked, peering at her in the low lighting.

“Do we know another Lucas?" Amanda responded with an eye roll. “He's waiting for you on the line right now."

I wanted to tell Amanda I didn't want to talk to him, roll over, and go back to sleep, but I wasn't going to make her into my errand girl. With a groan, I pulled myself out of bed and padded down the hall in boys' boxers and an oversized T-shirt to take the phone.

“Lucas," I groused. “Do you have any idea what time it is?"

“I need you," Lucas replied without preamble.

I blinked, pulled the receiver away from my ear to stare at it, then put it back to my ear to listen once more.

“… dream dancer?" Lucas was saying.

“What?" I asked. “Look, Lucas, if you're going to phone me for s*x while you're drunk and then…"

“Haven't you been listening?!" Lucas asked, exasperated.

“I was trying to figure out if you'd lost your mind… so… no…?" I replied.

“For the Moon Goddess's sake, Sasha, I'm talking about the temple, not s*x," Lucas said.

I felt my cheeks get hot and was glad he couldn't see me this mortified. “Oh. Um… sorry… um...."

“Forget it. Not important right now," Lucas sighed.

“Okay, so, it's still almost two in the morning," I said, shifting the phone to my other shoulder.

“I need you to use your dream dance abilities on something I found in the temple. I'll explain when I see you," Lucas responded. “Get dressed and meet me outside your dorm in fifteen minutes."

“But—“

“No buts. Get a move on," Lucas ordered.

I grumbled something under my breath but agreed. After hanging up, Amanda cornered me in our dorm room.

“So?" she asked. “Did Mr. Yummalicious call you for some… private time?"

I shook my head, then nodded, then shook my head. “No… I mean, not the way you're thinking. He needs me to use my dream dancer gifts to help him with something." I kicked off my pajamas and yanked on a sports bra, panties, pants, and a sweater.

me that's a new

as she stood there in frilly, pink, nearly see-through lingerie and was worried about my s*x life. “No. I can't believe he remembers I am a dream dancer. I

plopped down on her bed. “Well, I'll have high hopes for you anyway. Have

of our dorm room just as Amanda was snuggling

I got downstairs, Ian was already standing next to Lucas's sedan, holding the back door open for

meeting like this," I

job, ma'am," he grunted back, though he didn't sound

sympathetic look before Lucas reached over and tugged me inside

almost landed

closed our door and got behind the wheel, turning us back in the direction

Lucas, smoothing down my

since last night," Lucas murmured, raking a hand through his hair. It bounced back into its stylishly messy-on-top coif. “I'm still not sure this is the right

It was nearly sunrise and I should

eyes troubled. “Brady and

temple?" I

the artifact, the whole thing collapsed." Lucas stared out the window as though watching it happen again. “I brought it home. I have a cousin, Eliza, who might be able to shed some light on

“The archeologist," I remembered.

were starting to use your powers that you were

go

back from the window at me. “It's in my house. I'm going to show it to you when we get home. But if it's… something truly evil… that you think is going to hurt you… I'll destroy it, and that will

like they danced with stars. I shook

can't think of any other way to see if this is the thing that's been haunting

I agreed. “I'll try. I'll try, Lucas, but you have to know I can't control what I see. It'll reveal what it reveals, whether it makes sense or

take it," Lucas said as we pulled into the pea rock

his hand and pulled me out of the sedan as Ian huffed off to

protectively around my waist as we mounted the stairs into his

I asked, my muscles tensing a bit. If Lucas was nervous,

of course not. Phoebe might stumble on it there. No, it's in my office," Lucas

one hell of a fight. Now I was letting him take me there to study what might be a cursed object.

at the top of the stairs, just out of view, so when we reached the upper

not seriously going to have her look at it," Brady hissed, his voice

must be asleep, I

reached out and patted Brady on the shoulder. “It's okay," I said, proud my voice

office just the same, stopping right outside the

a wood panel that looked like a drawer, but actually housed a

sense of dread, even before I

as my lungs seemed to fail me and I backed away. “Please put it back in

it

board with that plan," Brady said from the

other hand going

ushering me out of the office. “I'll get you some wine to settle your nerves. I'm sorry I brought you here,

was. I'm sorry I couldn't help more," I replied, seeing Brady slip back into