“What are you two doing?” I ask.
“I need a blank book,” Amick says without ever glancing at me.
“For?”
“He’s about to copy that text you just got.”
“Yes, yes, I am. It’s fascinating,” he says, finally stopping. His gaze bounces between Yemi and me. “The entire thing is about the God of Boundaries. I’m also confident he himself wrote it. I’ve never seen that penmanship before.”
“What?” we all mutter.
He hums but continues to ignore us.
“Why don’t you just starshoot one to you?” I ask.
“It’s one thing we’re using our power within this room, but using it tobringsomething in here could trigger some sort of alert or someone may notice.”
“Then go in the hall.”
He freezes, staring at me.
“Of course.” He hauls ass toward the door. “Out of my way, Sevryn.”
His grumpy ass glares at Amick, but that doesn’t slow him down for a moment.
“Damn. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so excited before,” Nero comments, cocking his head to the side.
Me neither. And I sucked his dick from under his desk.
The thought sends a shiver through me and a distracting flutter pulses through my vagina. Kyzen’s small chuckle beside me makes me squirm and the two other, very delicious, strokes that caress my soul don’t help.
Ugh, they can read my body language like a book.
“Got it,” Amick announces as he storms in the door so fast that Sevryn stumbles forward a step. If looks could kill, my Candyman would be done for.
Curiosity gets the best of me, so while he and Lambrit discuss searching the area for a pen, I run my fingers down the cover of the book on the table.
The power of Boundaries still thuds through it.
“This is so exciting,” Yemi whispers as she steps up beside me. “Do you think if I ask, he’ll make me a copy?”
“I’m sure. He knows how much you want to learn about your power.”
“Well, you too. Can you imagine how much information might be in here? There’s probably so much shit we could be doing but are unaware of it.”
That’s true.
Before he can steal it from us, I flip it open to a random page and trace the words without actually reading them. The handwriting is delicate. Neat in a way that tells me the God of Boundaries likes things perfect.
I flip a few more pages at random, then freeze.
My fingers tremble as they hover above the image of a door.
“What’s wrong?” Yemi asks and my brows furrow.
“I…I think I recognize that door.”
A gasp tears through my chest the second my skin touches the parchment.
