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probably sound asleep,
and he could deal with him in the morning. Right now, all he wanted
to do was collapse in the bed and forget for now that his brother
hadn't just added one more stressor to his plate by gifting him
with a slave he didn't want or need.
Chapter 5
The knock on his door startled him from
sleep. Damien squinted at the sun shining through the drapes,
surprised by how late in the morning it was. He groaned as his head
pounded from the movement of sitting up.
"I'm up," he called, knowing it was Drystan
making sure he was up in time for any appointments or meetings he
may have today. He was usually up shortly after dawn, but last
night had made this morning an exception.
"Very well, sir," Drystan called back from
the other side of the door. "Shall I bring something back up for
your breakfast or will you be dining downstairs?"
He groaned again as he made his way to his
feet. "Just bring some bread, cheese and coffee," he called
back.
"Yes, sir."
He made his way to the washroom and stood in
the small tiled area with the drain, pulling on the rope to release
the shower of water. It was a little cool from sitting in the
pipes, but he knew the next pull would bring warmer water up from
the boiler room where they stoked the fires to keep warm water
available. He quickly soaped up and rinsed, grabbed a towel to dry
off and brushed his teeth. Lathering up his shaving soap in the
small bowl, he quickly brushed the lather over his cheeks and
managed to not nick himself with the shaving blade. He was dressed
before Drystan came back in.
The young man set the tray on the table near
the door. The room had a couch, thick rug, and small table creating
a sitting area near the fireplace. The suite was large enough to
have a desk and small table for dining, as well as a large armoire
and chest. He also kept a chair near the window for reading.
Sometimes he was guilty of leaving his coffee mugs or books on the
wide window ledge, and Drystan would find them later. He loved his
view of the garden but felt he didn't get that much time to enjoy
it anymore. Large curtains covered the huge glass doors that led to
his balcony. Often, he would sit outside in the evening before
retiring for the night to calm his mind from the stresses of the
day.
"I brought an extra bowl for your guest as
well," Drystan said as he set the tray down.
Damien frowned. "My guest?"
John cast a glance at the closed study door.
Damien followed his gaze. It took a second for last night's events
to be dredged up from his hangover fogged brain.
"Oh, shit." He ran his hand over his face,
remembering the young neko his brother had given him last night.
"Yeah, thank you, Drystan."
A slow smile spread across the lanky young
man's face as he turned towards the door to leave. "You're welcome,
sir."
With a deep sigh, he made his way to the
study door, feeling slightly guilty that he'd forgotten all about
the young boy. When he opened the door, he expected to see the boy
on the bed, well, large cot it appeared. He froze when he saw the
bed next to the door was undisturbed, and a quick glance around the
nearly bare room told him no one was there.
He went back to his door and called down the
hallway. "John!"
His servant hadn't gotten very far. "Yes,
sir?"
"Where is..." he floundered for a name, but
couldn't recall it. "... where is the boy?"
John frowned. "Kayden? He's been in the room
since I put him there last night."
"Well, he's not there now," Damien
snapped.
Drystan hurried back down the hall to
Kayden's door. He threw the bolt that had been installed on the
outside of the door at Harrison's instructions.
"That's impossible," John stammered,
uncomprehending as to where the boy could be. He came back down the
hall towards his master. "I don't understand. I locked him in last
night, I swear sir."
Damien sighed. "Could he have come through
the door to my room and left the rooms before I came up?"
A look of horror crossed John's face as he
realized the
and he could deal with him in the morning. Right now, all he wanted
to do was collapse in the bed and forget for now that his brother
hadn't just added one more stressor to his plate by gifting him
with a slave he didn't want or need.
Chapter 5
The knock on his door startled him from
sleep. Damien squinted at the sun shining through the drapes,
surprised by how late in the morning it was. He groaned as his head
pounded from the movement of sitting up.
"I'm up," he called, knowing it was Drystan
making sure he was up in time for any appointments or meetings he
may have today. He was usually up shortly after dawn, but last
night had made this morning an exception.
"Very well, sir," Drystan called back from
the other side of the door. "Shall I bring something back up for
your breakfast or will you be dining downstairs?"
He groaned again as he made his way to his
feet. "Just bring some bread, cheese and coffee," he called
back.
"Yes, sir."
He made his way to the washroom and stood in
the small tiled area with the drain, pulling on the rope to release
the shower of water. It was a little cool from sitting in the
pipes, but he knew the next pull would bring warmer water up from
the boiler room where they stoked the fires to keep warm water
available. He quickly soaped up and rinsed, grabbed a towel to dry
off and brushed his teeth. Lathering up his shaving soap in the
small bowl, he quickly brushed the lather over his cheeks and
managed to not nick himself with the shaving blade. He was dressed
before Drystan came back in.
The young man set the tray on the table near
the door. The room had a couch, thick rug, and small table creating
a sitting area near the fireplace. The suite was large enough to
have a desk and small table for dining, as well as a large armoire
and chest. He also kept a chair near the window for reading.
Sometimes he was guilty of leaving his coffee mugs or books on the
wide window ledge, and Drystan would find them later. He loved his
view of the garden but felt he didn't get that much time to enjoy
it anymore. Large curtains covered the huge glass doors that led to
his balcony. Often, he would sit outside in the evening before
retiring for the night to calm his mind from the stresses of the
day.
"I brought an extra bowl for your guest as
well," Drystan said as he set the tray down.
Damien frowned. "My guest?"
John cast a glance at the closed study door.
Damien followed his gaze. It took a second for last night's events
to be dredged up from his hangover fogged brain.
"Oh, shit." He ran his hand over his face,
remembering the young neko his brother had given him last night.
"Yeah, thank you, Drystan."
A slow smile spread across the lanky young
man's face as he turned towards the door to leave. "You're welcome,
sir."
With a deep sigh, he made his way to the
study door, feeling slightly guilty that he'd forgotten all about
the young boy. When he opened the door, he expected to see the boy
on the bed, well, large cot it appeared. He froze when he saw the
bed next to the door was undisturbed, and a quick glance around the
nearly bare room told him no one was there.
He went back to his door and called down the
hallway. "John!"
His servant hadn't gotten very far. "Yes,
sir?"
"Where is..." he floundered for a name, but
couldn't recall it. "... where is the boy?"
John frowned. "Kayden? He's been in the room
since I put him there last night."
"Well, he's not there now," Damien
snapped.
Drystan hurried back down the hall to
Kayden's door. He threw the bolt that had been installed on the
outside of the door at Harrison's instructions.
"That's impossible," John stammered,
uncomprehending as to where the boy could be. He came back down the
hall towards his master. "I don't understand. I locked him in last
night, I swear sir."
Damien sighed. "Could he have come through
the door to my room and left the rooms before I came up?"
A look of horror crossed John's face as he
realized the
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