Vitas folded his hands. “Mistress Kimber, how did you know to stop the tremors? You said they were magic based, but how did you know to stop them?”
Pushing some of the crumbs on my plate around, I considered the question. “This is going to sound contradictory. But the first tremor was red, anger. And the magic flowed toward the Spine, where it was being… accepted? The Spine was happy to have it, but land, the ground—Gaia herself—was displeased and distraught that it was slipping away alone. So I knew that I had to stop the flow.”
“Each and every time it was like that?” Master Bebbenel asked.
I nodded. “Yes. The magic, the emotion of the color, would race to the Spine, but the rest of S’Kir didn’t want to let it go yet. And I do sayyet.” I paused. “It kind of felt like you would if you left your house with only one shoe. It wasn’t right. It was disorienting and distracting.”
Mistress Carolee nodded. “Do you believe that you’ll know when to break the Spine?”
“Yes.” The word leapt out of my mouth before I really considered it.
It was true. Iwouldknow.
The magic would guide me to the time and place and help me figure out what to do. I just had to make sure I had enough power to control the breaking.
“Then,” Mistress Neves said, “I suggest we not look to legends and look to recording this event for our future generations.”
“I agree,” Sona said. “The prophecy is happening. Let’s not lose the thread of history here.”
A dizzy spell washed over me for just a moment.
I was history.
Not just living through it.
Not just a part of it.
Iwashistory.
Vitas grabbed my wrist. “Are you okay, Kimber?”
Swallowing hard, I nodded. “Yes. I’m fine.”
I heard a low growl from a few seats away and looked toward it. Dorian was staring at where Vitas’s hand rested on my arm.
Catching Dorian’s gaze, I leaned over to Vitas and whispered, “You may want to let go. You’re really pissing someone off.”
Vitas looked up. He seemed shocked for just a heartbeat that Dorian was the one growling. Just to cause trouble, he trailed his fingers over my forearm, slowly, and I could feel my skin react to his touch.
Dorian’s eyes snapped to Vitas.
Vitas gave him a shit-eating grin and picked up his fork, shoveling some food into his mouth with a ‘come at me, asshole’ look.
It wasn’t Vitas that Dorian was going to come after.
* * *
“I don’t like other men touching you!”
Each word was punctuated by Dorian driving his cock into my pussy, slapping hard against me. His fingers drove into my hips, pulling me back against him at the same time, with a punishing force.
“Kimber!” He snapped my name and slapped my ass.
All that did was make me moan louder and try to get away from him.
Kind of.
I only played hard to get. His ownership of my body was a turn on, and his possession of me was exquisite.
