“I’m not a seer…”
I’m not a seer. I am a seer.
Cold, ice-cold fangs. Buried in my neck. Uncareful. Uncaring. Sucking hard, tearing, ripping.
Hot blood. Bile.
Fear.
Alone.
I am an instrument of magic. I am alone despite the warmth of men. I am not whole.
I am incomplete.
My heart beats alone.
Alone.
NEVES STOOD ONTHE DRUID SIDEof the Chasm, her hand painting the air, back and forth restlessly.
“Why do we always need dramatic names for such things?” Roran sighed. “Why couldn’t we just call it a passage or bridge? We have to call it the Chasm like some dramatist’s play heavy on foreboding.”
Rilen turned his head slowly toward his brother. “Roran?”
“Yes, brother?”
“Shut up.” Rilen turned back to the scene before us.
I leaned on the crutch and shook my head. “What is she doing?”
“Maintaining the shield,” Dorian answered. “We’ve all been taking turns keeping the vampires on their side. There have been skirmishes all up and down the Scar since the mountains fell.”
“This was not the way I envisioned this happening.” I sighed.
I certainly hadn’t envisioned being shot by the vampires within seconds of finishing a part of my destiny. Nor was standing here, holding a shield in place while the vampires occasionally took a random shot at it. And there was no way I wanted to be limping around on my leg.
Doctor Symi had taken nearly two hours to remove the bullet, clean the wound, and stitch my thigh. I had only been allowed out of bed the day before with a crutch, and mostly because I was complaining about being in bed for five days after losing eighteen before that.
“Why is this happening?” Jallina asked.
Dorian almost said something. For the fifth day in a row, when someone had asked the question, Dorian almost opened his mouth. I was pretty sure that no one else noticed it, but I did.
It was strange how in tune I was with Dorian now. Rilen and Roran had been my friends before my bedmates, so being in tune with them didn’t surprise me.
Dorian did.
I didn’t know if he felt comfortable with me yet. He had avoided the bed for so long, and then to crash into it like we did was… well, it was.
And it was also good. Really good.
I felt a heat climbing my cheeks remembering the sexcapade in the training room.
I wanted to do that again. This time, with Rilen and Roran there.
Sweet Savior, I was turning into a sex fiend.
I liked it.
