Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 05:37:11 -0500
From: Kody Boye <boyekody@gmail.com>
Subject: His Touch of Ice - Part 50

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HIS TOUCH OF ICE (The Ice Men, Book 1) is copyright © Kody Boye. All
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I awoke the next morning to the sound of clicking.

Tick tick tick.

Tick tick tick.

I opened my eyes to find I had awoken in a completely different
place. Confused, disoriented, and wondering why I was anywhere else but
Guy's room, I lifted my head to discover that I had fallen asleep at Guy's
desk and that it had been the Cradle that pulled me from sleep.

Though I was quick to question why I was here, it didn't take me long to
find out.

Last night—here, alone, without Guy—

The rain—

The weight of the situation came barreling down, dropping on top of me
before bouncing back up like a comical piano in a children's cartoon.

The mating ceremony—

It was tonight.

My expected reaction had been to freak out and immediately be filled with
anxiety. Instead, I was surprisingly calm—a fact absolutely-mystifying
considering my usual behavior.

I was good though.

I wasn't freaking out.

I pushed myself out of the desk and wandered from the office with a sense
of relief I wish I'd had the previous night. Though nearly blinded by the
sun that streamed in through the living room windows, I stalked into the
kitchen and pulled out a jug of orange juice, relishing the tang that slid
down my throat as my body slowly began to wake up.

The day was to be relished.

The night would bring change.

I hadn't been given any specifics as to when the ceremony would occur. I'd
only been told that I would be escorted to the chamber in the early hours
of the evening and to prepare myself as I would for any intimate
situation. Beyond that, I was as ignorant as could be.

Dressing, though—that hadn't been addressed.

The only clothes I'd brought with me were what Guy had bought in
Fredericksburg. While I didn't slight their quality, I highly doubted
they'd be appropriate.

Oh well. Then again, it didn't really matter. I couldn't do much about
it. And besides—they'd all be off by the end of the night.

I chuckled.

It was astounding how fast I had gone from being perpetually-terrified to
only slightly-nervous.

While the hour had yet to come, I had more than enough time to reminisce on
just how it might go.
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