“He and Claude were talking to Roak about the relic. Roak seems to think that the Necromancer Village can figure out a way to control the dark magic inside of the relic so it only takes magic at will.”
“Is that even possible?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I have no idea. I suppose since the creator was also a necromancer, he thinks they should be able to do it. All I do know is that consorting with the dragons is practically a death sentence.”
“He’s still your father, so of course it still hurts.”
I pulled her closer and inhaled her bearberry and snow scent, the combination lessening some of the tension tightening my frame. “It does, but the father I knew died when my mother did. I just wish my mother wasn't a corpse.”
Empathy glazed over her eyes as she pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “I love you, Kian. We’re going to figure this out and put your mother’s body to rest.”
My Adam’s apple bobbed in my throat. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
For an arctic shifter, she was always so warm. All her mates just wanted to give her the world, but we had to make sure the world was at peace first.
TWENTY-THREE
Wren
"Butwouldyouforma contract with me for it?” Thorn’s eyes twinkled with mischief as we stood in front of Rhett's office.
I giggled and slipped my arms around his neck, pressing up on my tiptoes and kissing the corner of his lips. “I would enter a contract with you for anything.”
He swallowed thickly and brushed his lips over mine. “You have no idea what saying that does to me, Kit.” His voice was strained like he was holding back, and his arms trembled as he wrapped them around my waist.
“I mean it. I love you, Thorn. I always have.”
He breathed in my scent, blasting ice magic down my spine. “Bluebells, Kit.I love you,” he croaked.
“Go let Rowan know about the crystal extraction.” I peppered kisses over his lips.
Our magic tingled and wisped together around us as he met my kisses. “Enjoy your session with Rhett.”
The door opened, and Rhett leaned against the door frame with a smirk on his face. “She always does.”
Thorn bit his lip with a groan as he backed away. “You and I need some time together soon.”
“Yes, we do,” I breathed.
A reluctant groan left his lips as he phased away, and Rhett kicked the door wide open. “Come in.”
I walked into the calmness of his office, and the door shut behind me.
He stepped up behind me, his chest rumbling against my back as he ran his nose down the column of my neck and inhaled. “I've missed you, baby.”
“You know I’ve missed you,” I murmured, practically melting into the hard planes of his body.
Wrapping his fingers around my wrist, he tugged me toward his chair, sitting down and pulling me on top of him. “So glad you booked a session.”
I turned in his hold and straddled him before making myself comfortable on his lap, pressing my core into his hardness. “You’re a difficult counselor to get a hold of.”
“As much as I'd love to fuck you, and Fates,I do… What I really think we need to do is talk.”
“But, you said I could use you to cope.” I pouted my lips, even though I knew he was right.
“How about we talk first, and then we can make love,” he murmured, and I felt his smile against my cheek. “Let's start with how you feel? Both from Grayson’s death and being free of the dark magic.”
“I feel…alive.” I pushed my fingers through his dark hair with a sigh. “The dark magic made me feel numb, and while I could still think logically, I had no empathy or feelings of my own, except for maybe anger and lust. Being free of it has made me feel like I can breathe again.”
