THE FINAL
The next morning, they gathered in the courtyard after breakfast, though Seren had been too nervous to eat much. Everyone was armed and armored, and even Aidan, who’d she’d never seen looking anything other than serenely elegant, had his long dark hair braided down his back for practicality. Both he and Rowan had crystal tipped staves strapped to their backs.
Idris had his sword of course, and Maeve looked positively fearsome in her black and green armor, several slender daggers strapped to her chest. Rhosyn wore armor dyed periwinkle blue and had a rapier at her hip, while Niall was in the same sky-colored plate mail he’d worn in the Court of Waves, and his weapon was a large double-headed axe. Seren thought he looked the most worried out of all of them.
Meirion gripped her hand tightly, though their gloves made her miss the reassuring warmth. Their brand new specially enchanted leather was beautiful, tooled in a matching motif of waves and stars. Hers was dyed dark blue with teal accents, while his was the reverse. It seemed that the culture of the Otherworld was always eager to acknowledge the special bond they shared, and she never tired of the reminder.
“Are we all prepared?” Aidan asked, his voice tight. Everyone nodded and made noises of assent. “Then I will cast the gate.” It was a mark of his power that he didn’t even seem to concentrate; he raised his hand and the portal appeared, weaving itself from the air. Idris and Maeve went through first, then Rhosyn and Niall, then Meirion and Seren. Since Aidan was working the spell, he came through last with Rowan. Seren was almost used to traveling by gate now and she barely stumbled when they arrived in the Council Chamber.
“So, this is where the entrance to the Heavens is?” Rhosyn asked wonderingly. “I can’t believe nobody remembered it. Or found it again.”
“Maybe there was a taboo against sharing that information,” Meirion said just as Aidan and Rowan appeared through the gate and it collapsed behind them.
Aidan nodded. “I had wondered about that as well. Was the location of the door to the true Heavens a secret? Or was it simply so well-known that no one thought to write it down? There are Aos Si alive from that time that we could ask, after this is done.”
“But right now, we have something to do,” Rowan said, tugging on the end of Aidan’s braid with a knowing smile.
“Of course,” he agreed. “Seren, if you would?” She nodded, swallowing back the know of anxiety in her throat and drawing Fragarach from its scabbard. The sword sprang into being, glowing with inner light. Niall gasped as the spiral stairs moved out from the wall. The Lords and Ladies looked at each other, trying to communicate with body language. Seren mused that if they’d been smarter, they would have arranged to speak mind to mind.
“Maybe you and Rhosyn should go first,” Rowan said to Niall. “We’ve already seen it, after all.” Rhosyn practically flew up the stairs in her excitement, followed closely by Niall and Aidan scowled. “Trust me,” his wife mouthed, but before anyone could move or reply, there was a yell and the sound of a scuffle. Everyone charged up the stairs only to hear the sound of a slamming door. In the corridor lined with statues, Niall was lying on the floor, cursing and holding his side.
“Where’s Rhosyn?!” Aidan exclaimed, his eyes darting around in confusion. Rowan ran past him to kneel next to Niall, casting healing magic.
“She went through the door, stabbed me… but she can’t help it. Cifga has a hold on her, just as I feared,” Niall replied through gritted teeth.
“I thought she was acting strange lately,” Rowan said, “Though I hoped I was wrong.” She held her hand down to him and he pulled himself to his feet. “Will you still come with us?” she asked. Niall nodded.
“I hoped I might be able to get through to her. Rhosyn is not in control right now, but she in there. She’s much stronger, mentally, than I am. I thought she might be able to push Cifga out.” Meanwhile, Aidan’s head was bowed in sorrow, and Rowan moved to him, putting her hand on his cheek. It felt like a private moment, and Seren turned away, right into Meirion’s arms. Even with her head held to his chest, she could hear her father’s anguished words.
“I was too angry. I couldn’t see what was happening to my own child because I wanted to blame Niall. We might have helped her before now,” he said.
“Even I wasn’t sure. Cifga hides herself well,” Rowan said gently. “And if we had acted, she might have done worse. Now isn’t the time for self-recrimination; we need to go after her. The best way to help Rhosyn is to stop her.”
“Yes,” Aidan said, his voice much steadier. “Let’s go. She’s already well ahead of us.” Seren looked up again, and Meirion released her from his arms. Together, they strode to the great bronze doors. “The doors are sealed against us, but the wards will never hold against all of us,” Aidan said. He placed his hand on the door and a large magical schematic superimposed itself over the bronze surface, glowing with dark, almost ultraviolet light. “If everyone will place their hands in the circle.”
When Seren put her hand on the door, a smaller circle of indigo bloomed from her palm, lines of curling light drawing themselves to link with the teal circle around Meirion’s hand. The moment their magic touched, she drew in a sharp breath. She could feel him, his worry and determination and love, and now his surprise. “What is going on?” she said, not even really meaning to speak out loud.
“Something about linking your magic has had an effect on the soul bond,” Aidan said, “But we don’t have time to worry about it now. Just let your magic follow my lead.” Seren closed her eyes, letting herself sense each person as they were added to the web of magic. When all seven were present, she could feel them as individual sparks seen in a dark room: Rowan’s gentle but fierce love, Idris’s calm nurturing power, Maeve’s keen-edged creativity, even Niall’s hesitant but deep-rooted determination.
And of course, there was Meirion, his graceful, flowing spirit as much a part of her as her own. She felt like she could see straight to his soul, all the pieces of him that had been revealed, past grief and sharp mind, his secret playfulness and sensual, loving heart forged into one shining whole, and now joined with her for all time.
And Aidan, his power cold and clear as a spear of ice, took a hold of all of it, building a fantastical structure with lines of light and power like some sort of celestial architect. It was a key for an impossibly complex lock, and Seren could feel how impressed Meirion was by how deftly Aidan wove it together.
There was a flash of light, and the doors opened with a groaning creak of metal. They shielded their eyes against the brightness as they ran inside. Even as Seren’s eyes adjusted, there was nothing but white, not even like a fog, but as if the Celestial realm was a blank canvas waiting to be painted. Their footsteps echoed. The only spot of color was what could only be Rhosyn, far ahead and above them, climbing up what seemed to be an endless stair. They started running, but she increased her pace too.
“This is ridiculous,” Aidan said, barely audible over the sound of their steps, but then there was a gust of wind, and a swirl of raven feathers enveloped them all before revealing an enormous blue-back dragon.
“Climb on,” Rowan said, vaulting astride her husband’s neck, and holding her hand down to Maeve. It felt unreal, Seren thought, as the dragon that was also her father rose into the air with a flap of gigantic black wings, but then they were all in the Celestial realm. Things couldn’t get much weirder. Despite the time they had taken climbing onto his back, Aidan caught up to Rhosyn easily, soaring to the top of the pyramid of white stone just as she raced across the dais. Niall jumped off before they’d even reached the ground.
“Don’t do this, Rhosyn! This isn’t what you want!” he shouted, running toward her with his hands raised in a gesture of surrender.
“Rhosyn is gone! This body belongs to me. I’ll destroy the Stone and this realm will fall!” said a horrible shrieking voice. Mad eyes shone out from Rhosyn’s face.
“No!” Niall said. “She’s in there, and I know she’s stronger than you.” He kept walking toward her, despite the sword pointed straight at him. Idris started to move, but Maeve and Rowan held him back.
“We have to let him try to reach her,” Rowan said. “He’s been there. He may be the only person who knows what she will hear.”
“You have to fight her! All of us, your parents and siblings, and me, we’re all here because we care about you. Cifga doesn’t care about anyone. She’d murder her only child for a grudge a millennia old,” Niall said fiercely. The point of the rapier was at his throat, but no one moved. Seren wasn’t sure she was even breathing.
Judging by the expression of Rhosyn’s face, there was a fierce internal battle taking place. “You’ve got a heart full of fire and compassion, Rhosyn. I won’t see that fall to her.” He reached out and touched her cheek, and she screamed, half pain and half rage, before collapsing. Niall caught her in his arms and lowered her to the ground as everyone ran forward.
“Watch yourselves!” he called. “Cifga is loose!” As he spoke, they could all see a faint shadow rise from Rhosyn’s body before darting forward. Their wards started to light up as she attacked, looking for a new mind to invade, and Aidan, back to his usual form now, ran up to Niall and Rhosyn, erecting a shimmering dome of energy around them.
The rest of them closed ranks, back to back in a loose circle, and the attacks on the wards slowed and then stopped. Seren held her breath, hoping that didn’t mean that Cifga had succeeded in breaching them, and was even now inside someone’s mind.
Meirion sensed her unease, she knew, because he sent of wave of reassurance and love down the newly expanded link between their hearts. He, at least, was still himself.
Before their eyes, a shadow started to coalesce into a humanoid form. “Very touching, all this love and togetherness. If only my parents and siblings would have cared so much for me,” said a harsh rasping voice, issuing from a face that had no mouth, just mad bloodshot eyes the color of sickness. “Maybe then things wouldn’t have turned out this way,” Cifga said, but then she laughed, an awful, mirthless sound.
She had skin now, corpse gray with a strange oily sheen, hands tipped in talons the color of dried blood, and a mouth full of pointed teeth, like a shark. Seren shivered. “I am hideous, aren’t I? I gave up my beauty for power. Don’t you want power, Seren? You could have it all, if we joined forces.”
Seren couldn’t help but laugh. She could feel the bond with Meirion steady and firm as if he was holding her hand. “I already have everything I want,” she said, brandishing her sword. Here in the Celestial Realms, its light was brighter, almost blinding. Cifga hissed, and at that, Idris charged toward her, sword raised. She crouched in readiness to face her opponent, but it was a feint; Maeve appeared behind Cifga, her daggers drawn. An unholy shriek rose from her mouth as one of them buried itself in her shoulder, and a blast of magic blew everyone back.
“I can still have my revenge as long as I kill you all,” said Cifga, and she raised her hands like she was lifting a heavy object. All around them, creatures of black ooze rose from the ground and Seren felt her heart stutter in her chest as she flashed back to the day that she had nearly died to save Meirion’s life.
“Don’t hesitate!” Aidan shouted. “The armor protects against soul damage!” Of course, he would have taken that precaution, knowing what had almost happened to her before. Meirion sprang in action with his spear and his magic, flinging projectiles of ice at the monsters, and Seren ran forward, slashing with her sword, even though she was shaking with fear inside.
Her blade seemed to burn them up from inside, but there were so many; each time one disintegrated, another appeared in its place, and even though their foul magic couldn’t take her life, it still burned and drained her. She was already tired.
Then, without warning, a firestorm rolled over them. Seren thought she was going to die, and for one terrifying moment, all she could think was that she wished Meirion was with her. The conflagration roared over and past her with barely a whisper of heat, but the creatures were burned to ash. Rowan pulled her by the arm, looking singed but triumphant.
“Help me get Idris and Maeve out of the line of fire,” she said. They were collapsed, wounded or drained, it was hard to tell, right in the midst of where Cifga and Meirion were now battling. Seren and Rowan ran to them, and managed together to drag them behind the dais. They were both alive. Idris was wounded and unconscious, but stable, probably because Maeve had burned herself out to heal him.
Rowan built a shield over them and started setting regeneration glyphs. “I can handle this. You go back and support Meirion.”
Seren jumped onto the dais. She could feel that Meirion was calm and focused, but he was also wounded, a gash on his forehead and another deeper one on his bicep, bled freely, not to mention numerous smaller injuries. Somehow, she knew what to do instinctively. Inside her mind, she reached for his hand, and when he took it, she could feel him start to draw from her power. She cast a healing spell on herself and the energy flowed to him, staunching blood loss and regenerating strength. Cifga noticed and she shrieked in anger, hitting him with a blast of magic that sent his spear spinning into the sky.
But he didn’t even pause, lashing out with a fist that glowed yellow-oranges with flames. The fight was a blur, but even Seren could tell that Cifga was weakening.
Meirion held up his hand and his spear flew back into it. He hit Cifga’s legs with a sickening crack, and she fell to the ground. He pointed the blade to her throat, and hesitated. If anyone deserved death, it was her, but… he had never liked killing.
Seren could feel his frustration. What good would this serve? “This isn’t my place,” he panted, and then he lowered the spear. Magic flowed out of his hands, binding Cifga to the ground and warding her from casting. That done, he stepped back and turned away, starting to make his way toward Seren and the others.
It happened in less than the space of a single heartbeat. Cifga broke her bonds with a crackle and flash of light, her last bit of power, and yanked Meirion’s legs out from under him. And Seren knew she would kill him in revenge for stealing her victory, even if it cost her life. Seren couldn’t let that happen. She drew her sword without even knowing what she was doing, and when the blade flared to life, she felt herself filled with power, the sound of the ocean roaring in her ears.
One step and she was across the room, standing between the hideous remnant of a woman and the man she loved. When she swung the sword, a desperate scream bursting from her lips, it came with the force of a tsunami, severing Cifga’s head from her body, which immediately dissolved into ash. Seren dropped the sword, stunned, and fell to her knees.
A moment later, Meirion’s arms wrapped around her, warm and safe, and he kissed her hair. “You’re always saving me,” he murmured. “How am I ever supposed to repay you?”
“You’ll just have to stay with me forever,” she replied, almost managing to smile. “Is it really over? Is she gone for good?”
“I can’t be sure,” Meirion admitted, and he might have said more, but another voice interrupted as a figure materialized on the dais, beside the empty throne.
“Cifga is gone. Fragarach may be one of the only weapons that could have dispersed her spirit at this point, after all the hideous magic she’d done to herself. You’ve done all the worlds a great service, Seren, daughter of Aidan and Rowan.” The man was tall and broad shouldered with golden hair and eyes the color of frozen lightning. He reminded her a bit of Rhosyn.
“Father?!” Aidan exclaimed, getting to his feet. Seren supposed that exclaimed the resemblance. This was Kennet, one of her two famous grandfathers. “Have you been here the whole time?”
“No,” Kennet said with a wide smile. “I travelled for a time, even in the mortal world. I wanted to see what I’d been missing, all the time I was ruling a Court. But when Idris and Maeve restored the Cauldron of Rebirth, I felt called. I have my own special weapon, you see.” A shining spear appeared in his hand, and Seren knew that it was fourth treasure of the Aos Si, the Spear of Destiny.
“I’m staying here as a guardian of sorts, until a new King… Or Queen… comes to claim the throne. Of course, I would not have let Cifga destroy the Stone, if it came to that, but I didn’t truly want to interfere. You all were doing such a good job.”
Rowan and Idris and Maeve were back on the dais now, and the Lady of the Court of Heavens was clearly unamused by the antics of her father-in-law. She crossed her arms and snorted. “I have a feeling you didn’t appear just to congratulate us on doing your job for you.”
“Lady Rowan. It’s a pleasure to see you again,” he said with a jovial laugh. “Of course, you’re correct. Now that the threat of Cifga has been eliminated, we need to talk about who’s going to occupy this throne. The magic of the Otherworld cannot ever truly recover until someone rules here to channel all that mana.
I think it really would be better if the rulership passed to a couple from now on. More stable and less lonely that way. And now there’s three sets of you right here, Lords and Ladies all, with successors waiting. Any of you would do, really, but it only seems polite to offer it to Seren and Meirion first, since they’re the ones who saw to Cifga.”
“What?” Meirion exclaimed. “But we don’t have a successor yet. Unless you’re talking about Neria, and I think she’d literally kill me.”
“You’ll have one in a few months,” Kennet replied with a knowing smile. “You needn’t take up your post right away, after all. Twenty years will pass by before you know it, plenty of time to ensure that you leave your Court in good hands.”
Seren and Meirion looked at each other in wonder as he placed his hands on her stomach, putting out gentle, enquiring fingers of magic. His eyes lit up with happiness. “Here we’ve been talking about it, but I never thought to check,” he said, laughing, and Seren laughed too, so overcome with joy that she could hardly speak. But Kennet was still waiting for an answer, and now that their hearts were truly one, she knew Meirion’s feelings on the matter.
“We don’t want the throne. The Court of Waves is more than enough. Meirion and I, we want to have a chance to have a sort of normal life together, a nice long one.” Kennet nodded in understanding and looked to the others. Everyone naturally turned to Aidan and Rowan.
“You both have the most experience and power,” Idris said. “And Maeve and I are still trying to rebuild the Court of Bones. That’s something we don’t want to leave to our children. We’ve always planned for it to be our life’s work.”
Aidan and Rowan looked at each other for a long moment, and Seren wondered if they were speaking mind to mind. But finally, Aidan smiled. “We would be honored to do it.”
“Wait!” Rhosyn exclaimed from where she was still sitting on the ground beside Niall. “You can’t leave. Who will take your place? Oisin is barely of age. I don’t think he’s ready. I know he doesn’t want the job, but…”
Aidan blinked, clearly confused. “You will succeed us, obviously. We’ve been training you for that possibility since before Idris left.”
She blanched. “But I… After what happened with Cifga, I assumed no one would trust me again. I feel… tainted by her.” Aidan and Rowan had gone to their eldest daughter before she had even finished speaking, kneeling down next to her, and now they crushed her in an embrace between them.
“Of course, we don’t blame you for what happened with Cfiga, dear,” Rowan said, brushing Rhosyn’s hair from her face.
“If anything, I blame myself for not noticing,” Aidan said. “But it has all ended up for the best. Cifga is gone, and you’ve been brought back to us.”
“Like Kennet said, we have no intention of leaving right away,” Rowan added. Everyone needs time to recover. But you’ll have plenty of support. We aren’t going so far away after all, and all of the rest of the family will help and advise you. And perhaps some other people as well,” she added with a pointed look in Niall’s direction. Rhosyn blushed.
“Are we all in agreement?” Kennet asked, and everyone present nodded. “Then I will await your return.”
*
Four months later, Seren and Meirion returned to the mortal world for what would likely be their last visit. The Court of Waves was stable and prosperous, and the council would handle things ably in their absence, but in general, it was easier for them to bring their friends and family to the Otherworld than the other way around. But they had a few things to take care of.
Meirion tendered his official resignation at Cambridge, though the Dean privately remarked that it was hardly necessary as everyone knew very well where he’d gone. They were certainly the only mortal institution of higher learning who’d ever had a Lord of the Fae as a tenured professor, so far as anyone knew.
They took a few days to clean out his rooms, donating most everything but his personal journals and books. There was a pleasing nostalgia to being back in that bed, the first one they’d ever shared, without the awkwardness or hesitancy of their first days together. Seren also visited Nikki, who nearly crushed her in a bear hug before exclaiming over her rounded stomach, much to Meirion’s amusement.
Everyone they met who had known him before, remarked on how much happier he seemed, and he would only laugh and say that it came from having such a wonderful wife, which never failed to make Seren blush. After Cambridge, they traveled to Wales to visit the Blythes.
There was a certain strangeness in it for Seren. When she had left for the Otherworld, she had sworn she would never think of Aidan and Rowan as her parents, and now it was almost second nature. Gordon and Mary Blythe were her parents too, but they felt so removed from her current life that she was afraid she wouldn’t know what to say to them.
But they embraced her like no time had passed, and greeted Meirion warmly too. They ended up staying in Wales for two weeks. Seren dragged Meirion to all her childhood haunts, and he showed her the dilapidated manor house he had used as his “family home” when he was pretending to be a member of the Peerage.
Mrs. Blythe knitted an armful of blankets and booties and hats for their child, though she admitted she was a bit afraid that wouldn’t work for such a damp court. The Blythes seemed somewhat relieved to know that she and Meirion didn’t live underwater all the time. Finally, it was time to go back to the Otherworld, before the council sent out a search party.
They set the gate up in the backyard. As an old magical family, the Blythe’s had a designated space for greater circlers. Seren and Meirion drew it out together this time, and before they stepped into the circle, the dropped their glamours and donned all their regalia: crowns, bare feet and all.
Gordon Blythe shook his head in surprise. “I don’t think I really believed or understood before I saw. The little girl I raised is really the Lady of the Court of Waves.”
“I certainly couldn’t manage without her,” Meirion said with a smile, taking her hand. They promised to keep in touch and to send an invitation when the baby was born, of course. Then they stepped through the gate and back to their home.
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Just three days ago, Rhosyn had been crowned the Lady of the Court of the Heavens. It had been a rather emotional ceremony, but not an unhappy one. The only thing that had surprised Seren about the situation was that Rhosyn and Niall had not yet married. Everyone knew he did not want to be the Lord of the Court. There were too many old wounds there. But it was clear that his feelings for Rhosyn were genuine. “Maybe he wants to give her the chance to find a different consort,” Meirion had suggested. “Even though it turned out that he isn’t Aidan’s brother after all, people are sure to talk.”
“Somehow, I think Rhosyn isn’t going to let that situation stand for long, rumors or no,” Seren had said. But today was a different and more private ceremony. The official Choosing of the ruler of the Otherworld had always been an event restricted to those directly involved. The Celestial realm was a secret and sacred place, rumored to be the source of all magic, and therefore casual visiting was discouraged.
In this case, everyone who had been present at the final battle with Cifga was here to see Aidan and Rowan take their place on the Throne, with the addition of Oisin, three-year-old Conor, and Seren and Meirion’s nine-month-old daughter, Aderyn, currently balanced on her father’s hip while he rocked from side to side in an unconscious soothing motion.
Kennet stepped forward, his voice booming. “Who comes to claim the Crown of the Aos Si?” Aidan and Rowan stepped forward, dressed in black and white with their hair unbound and their heads and feet bare.
“We do,” they answered in unison walking toward the empty throne on the bare white dais.
“Then stand on the Stone of Fate and if you are worthy, you will receive your due.” They both took a deep breath. It would be rather ridiculous if everyone had gone to all this trouble for nothing, but Seren thought if anyone was worthy of the Throne, it was them. A large, flat, gray rock, unremarkable in every respect, appeared on the dais, and as one, Aidan and Rowan each put one foot upon it. There was a flash of light, and then the world began to gain color.
The sky turned velvety black, uncountable stars shivering in the void like distant luminescent crystals, and a palace built itself in the distance, made of moonstone and onyx and lapis, towers soaring into the sky like a storybook, innumerable windows glowing with light. All around the palace were snow-capped mountain peaks, and at the base was a wide, still lake that reflected the sky like a mirror. The moon rose, huge and brilliant, but somehow did not outshine the stars.
It was a world built just for Aidan and Rowan, a paradise of their choosing. From here, they would watch over the three Courts, serving as magical conduits between the Aos Si and the mortal world, keeping the balance between this world of the Aos Si, and the other Courts in faraway lands. They were symbols too, the best that the Aos Si could aspire to, and they would always be available to give advice to their children. Perhaps there would even be more children in the future.
The running joke was that eventually they’d have to build a new Court just for their descendants. But it was a good sign, as Meirion had said, for the health of the Courts as a whole, if the Aos Si became more fertile. There were now so few of them.
Aidan and Rowan had changed as well, appearing even more elegant and beautiful than usual. The wore ornate silk robes, he in black and deep blue and she in white and silver, with the moon and stars picked out in diamonds and onyx, and their crowns were of silver and moonstone and obsidian. “Behold the King and Queen of the Otherworld,” Kennet said, to loud applause. Everyone smiled with joy and relief. All was as it should be.
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Over a year after the crowning of the new King and Queen, Seren and Meirion returned to the cottage on the island in the midst of the vast sea. Their daughter had gone to stay with her aunt and uncle in the Court of Bones for a little while, and it was nice to have some time to themselves. Most of which they spent in bed. “How scandalized do you think the Court would be if we had another child?” Meirion inquired, his eyes dancing with idle humor.
“You mean, right now?” Seren asked with a smile. “I assume they’d be more stunned than scandalized. I think my mother said ten years was the shortest gap between their children, that was between Oisin and I, and it was practically unheard of.”
“Ten years feels like a long time, doesn’t it?” he mused. “I think I lived so long in the mortal world that I lost a proper sense of time. Or perhaps I’m just greedy.”
“Already longing for another baby, my love?” she said, caressing his cheek. He hummed with pleasure, turning toward her, their bodies fitting together like a puzzle. “Aderyn hasn’t even started saying no yet.”
He laughed. “I know. And I really do enjoy the fact that she’s finally sleeping through the night. But…” he ran his hand over her hip and stomach. “As much as I adore the shape of you now, there is something I find immensely appealing about you when your belly is rounded with our child.”
“It’s probably a primal biological impulse,” she said, laying her hand over his. He kissed the back of her neck, and she could feel first stirrings of desire from herself as well as from him. The fully opened soul bond could prove somewhat distracting at times, but it made lovemaking much more intense. “In evolutionary terms, whoever has the most offspring wins.”
“I’m not sure evolutionary theory applies to the Aos Si,” he murmured, breathing against the shell of her ear. “But I would love to hear your counterarguments.” She pushed back against him, grinding their hips together, and she didn’t need to hear his gasp to know that it had been effective. “That is extremely persuasive,” he said, rolling her onto her stomach and running suddenly icy fingers down her spine. “Shall I present my case?”
She rose up on her knees, looking back over shoulder at him and swaying her hips. “I think there should be less talking.” He did not hesitate to comply.
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