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warm vanilla and sugar filled his senses while the feel of soft cotton brushed his cheeks. He knew he was feeling what Katarina was feeling. For the first time in almost a week, she was relaxed and if he wasn’t mistaken, a little tipsy.
    Needing to be alone with his mate in the only way he could at the time, the King ignored his friend’s obvious need to talk. After promising himself he would check on Roman in a few hours, Viktor spoke as nonchalantly as possible while pretending to look at his computer screen. “I have a conference call with Tokyo in ten minutes. Are you training this evening?”
    Viktor watched as his second-in-command shook off whatever was bothering him and once again wore the face of the-devil-may-care-playboy persona he showed the human world. Answering as he moved towards the door, Roman stopped with his hand on the knob. “Yes, I am. At last count, Sal, Tommy, and Bain were all joining. No word from Nik yet this morning but he closed Sanguinem last night, so I’m guessing he was falling into bed as we were rising from it. You joining?”
    “Yes, I’ll be there,” Viktor replied, knowing it was the only way he wouldn’t end up pacing the sidewalk outside the Corinthia.
    Looking over his shoulder before opening the door, Roman continued, “Don’t think I didn’t feel you lock us all out of your thoughts, but I’ll let you have this one.”
    Not waiting for Viktor’s response, Roman opened the door and exited the room using his gods given preternatural speed. The ancient commander could only laugh to himself.
    Who am I kidding? Who really cares? They know Katarina is here and what it is doing to me. They can watch what they have to look forward to.
    All of his kinsmen had felt the birth of their mates. It was common knowledge that Katarina knew of his existence and had reached out to him. It was also no secret that he was less than six months from his three thousandth year. The year when without the bond between him and the keeper of his heart complete, Viktor Katsaros would simply cease to exist.
    Not willing to waste these few precious moments he had with Katarina, Viktor shoved all thoughts of his comrades to the back of his mind. Pushing the black button underneath the edge of his desk, he grinned as the lock on his door clicked shut. It took no more than three seconds for him to put his office phone on Do Not Disturb and his cell phone on silent before he leaned back in his huge, overstuffed leather office chair and closed his eyes.
    It took every ounce of his considerable control to keep from being an active participant in Katarina’s sensual dream. He recognized his own voice, as well as the shadowy form her dream lover had taken, and knew it was an exact replica of the only photo that existed of him on the internet. The picture had been taken many years ago. Not that it mattered since Viktor hadn’t aged since his original death but it was still the one time a photographer had gotten the best of him. No one would’ve ever been able to pick him out of a crowd from the image. He rather resembled the fake pictures of Big Foot he’d seen on the supermarket rags his assistant always read—tall, out of focus, and running. But it still irritated him that it existed.
    He could no longer remain passive. Katarina’s pull was too strong. His resurrected heart beat with a renewed vigor as Viktor became a tangible participant in Katarina’s dreams. His place in her mind, as well as her heart, was beginning to take hold. Even though she was unaware, the King knew beyond all doubt it had happened the night they’d spoken on the phone. That simple conversation had solidified the future for both of them.
    The ancient commander was pulled from his wayward thoughts as Katarina sighed his name in her dream. He watched the scene unfold as if it was a movie. It was the first time he was an active participant instead of a passive voyeur in her fantasy.
    “Viktor?” she sighed, her arms