Page 138 of The Seeker
They woke together,their bodies still locked in place. He was erect within her, aroused from the stolen memory of Jargrav and Kashvi.
“What was that?” he asked with a gasp.
“I’ll explain later.” She pushed him back and braced herself over him, moving with an urgency born of magic and memory. “Again. I need you again.”
“Yes.” Rhys rose up, wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and rolled them over, landing hard on top of Meera. He rose on his knees, hooking his hands around her thighs and dragging her closer.
“More!”
“This is me,” he said, his teeth clenched. “This is you.”
“Rhys.” She made sure to say his name. He stroked her with expert fingers, the pleasure of it forcing a cry to her lips.
“Come with me,” he said. “Meera—”
“Yes!” She came again, her mating marks bright gold in the darkness. He shouted her name when he climaxed. They reached their pleasure together, then Rhys fell to her side, gasping for breath.
Meera gave him a few moments, then she rolled toward him, ready to answer the inevitable questions.
She didn’t get far. “Rhys—”
“Quiet.” Rhys hooked her leg over his hip. “Jargrav wrote thirteen scrolls of magical congress.” His chest was heaving, but he had a familiar glint in his eye.
“I probably should have warned you that— Wait, thirteen? Most of them are anonymous. How do you know—”
“We can both explain later.” He entered her with aching slowness. “But trust me. Jargrav wrote thirteen scrolls of magical congress, and I remember them all.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Adelina.”
She turned to the potent voice of her lover and felt her heart rip in two. “What have you done?”
“It was necessary.”
“No!” The ground fell from beneath her feet and her mind spun. The faint hope she’d harbored was as dead as her child.
The Fallen gripped her wrists, holding her effortlessly as she tried to beat his chest. Damn him! Damn his angelic brothers! Damn them all to the depths of hell! How could he?
“He was an abomination,” the Fallen said coldly. “He was not meant to exist. The havoc he would have wrought—”
“You don’t know that!”
“I have seen it.” A hint of emotion cracked the angel’s voice. “I saw what he would become.”
“You’re a monster.” She fell to the ground and ripped at her hair. “Leave me before I kill you. Like youkilled our son.”
The monster stood like a statue before her.
“Leave me!” she screamed. “You are dead to me. Go back to your brothers and your sycophants. Leave me to die alone.”
Adelina wanted to die. Wanted to rip the earth with her fingers and tear the stars from the sky. And she wanted his comfort, which made her rage harder. She screamed at the angel, hurling spells at him that did nothing.
“We are bound,” he said simply. “Your magic does not work against me.”
She spit on him. “I curse the day I gave you my song.”
“I know.”
