“But how do I know he saw anything?”
“It’s full moon tomorrow night,” Dad says. “We will try again then. You need to rest.”
I start to argue with him, but I suddenly feel really freaking dizzy. Next thing I know, I’m cradled in his arms and Zuzu’s dabbing at my face with a damp cloth.
Oh, and I’m on their sofa.
“How’d we get back here?”
“You fainted, angel,” Dad says. “Meaning youneedrest. It was bound to happen. It can be very draining, at first.”
I don’t want to rest. I want to sit here andtalkto them.
This is like being given access to Heaven for a limited time, and I don’t want to waste a second.
Except, I’m overruled. Dad carries me up to my old bedroom, where they crowd in on either side of me, and I quickly fall asleep, happier than I’ve felt in decades.
The only thing that could make this better is if Dexter were here with me.
Somehow, I’vegotto make that happen. Because like hell do I want to give up on him.
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Dexter
Bollocks.
For a moment, standing there in the stone circle and chanting, it feels like I am connecting with…something. Then I see thegwyllgiand know I am on the right damned path.
Followed by what I’m positive is a glimpse of Eilidh, Zuzu, and another man…
And then nothing.
A wave of fatigue slams into me, staggering me to the point I have to take a step back to maintain my balance.
Damn.
I don’t want to give up, but I’m exhausted and afraid if I give in to the nearly overwhelming urge to sit down and nap right here, I might wake up dead and charbroiled.
Not a great look in any dimension.
I am spanking that girl’s ass sooo fucking hard when I get her back.
I refuse to quantify that with an “if.”
It’s “when.”
WhenI get her back.
I will accept no defeat on this.
Returning to the hotel, I reserve a room for Garrett and Amber and leave word to call me on the room phone when they get in. They’re in the air already, Garrett having connections of his own to obtain rapid transportation. They’ll arrive sometime late this afternoon, and as soon as it’s dark, we’ll head over to the ring and try again.
I thought solving thegwyllgiproblem might be tricky, never dreaming that was theeasypart of this whole equation.
All I want is a few uninterrupted weeks alone with her, so I can collar her, spank her, fuck her, andproveto her that I want only her in my heart, bed, and personal dungeon. And if she continues letting me feed off her, all the better.
I think of Chaldis and his boy, and that’s what I want for me and Eilidh. Peace.
