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I glanced at Viken questioningly .
He shook his head , “ Less than two days , I ’ m afraid ,” he remarked as he sat the tray down .
“ What day is it ?” I asked , holding my head once more , my mind still pained from Lazarius knocking me out .
“ Monday , July ninth .” He smirked at me , when I gave him a dirty look . “ Just clarifying ,” his grin widened .
Picking up the cup from the tray , “ Drink it ,” he said , his eyes telling me , ‘ Don ’ t even bother arguing . It won ’ t do you any good .’
I took the teacup from his hand and drank obediently . The warm blood was exquisite ; smooth as satin and tasting of ambrosia , it was exactly what my body needed . I drank every last drop and handed the cup back to Viken without argument . Then I opened my mouth to ask him the questions I knew he could answer , but he cut me off with a slight wave of his hand .
“ I know . You want to know how you got home . How did I find you ? How bad were your injuries ? Hmm … let ’ s see , where is Damascus ? And , where in the hell have I been ? Did I miss anything ?”
I smiled briefly but laid back down , knowing my body still needed to rest . Pandim reached over and smoothed the hair from my forehead , a look of concern shadowing her face .
“ Don ’ t worry Pandim ,” I said softly , trying to calm her . “ I ’ ve been through worse and still alive to fight another day .”