"I spend a lot of time pulling your butt out of trouble, big brother. You would think a man a good two hundred years older than me would have the sense to watch his own backside." Mikhail smiled tiredly. "You get pretty cocky when I am lying on my backside." "We have four hours till sunrise, Mikhail," Eric said gravely. "Byron and I must feed. You need to go underground. Soon the separation between you and your woman will begin to eat at you. You cannot afford to expend the energy for mind touch. You need to go to ground now before you cannot stand it." "I will set the safeguards and sleep a few feet above you to ensure your protection," Jacques said softly. He had lost his sister to the assassin; he was not about to lose his brother. He needed the rejuvenating soil himself. Even with Eric and Byron to replenish him, he knew he was still weak and needed the healing sleep. Mikhail lifted an eyebrow. "Five minutes in her company, and you are ready to mutiny." A small, weary smile softened the hard line of his mouth."