Page 65 of A Song of Air
“I would fuck you good,so goodthat you’d see the fucking stars of the Unseelie Court in your mind.”
Bryson yanked out of his vision, gasping for breath as her eyes focused once again on his body across from her.
Everything had happened within her own mind, yet it always felt as if it were real.
Out loud, she whispered, “You wish.” Though she was unsure if he’d heard her at all. It wasn’t until she turned to stomp away that his voice trailed after her, little more than a whisper in the wind.
“I do wish... little mate.”
Mana's Gifts
“Ijust don’t understandwhy you have to be the healer,” Iona argued. “Why does it have to beyou? Why does it have to beyourmagic?”
That wasn’t the first time Iona had asked that question, it wouldn’t be the last, and Malika’s answer would remain the same.
“My magic is invaluable. I help people because I want to, because I can, because it is my duty.”
“You know the price you pay for it.”
“A small price and you know it.”
Iona growled and flashed her canines in her sister’s direction.
“Don’t you growl at me,” Malika snapped back. “You don’t get to tell me what to do with my magic. You don’t get to tell me who to help, how to help, or when to help.”
“I’m looking out for you—”
“Stop it. Stop trying to disguise your own manipulative, controlling urges as you caring about me.”
“Are you saying I don’t care about you?”
“On the contrary, Iona. I know you care. You care too damn much. Answer me this, what if I asked you to stop using your Elemental magic?”
Malika was met with silence.
“Exactly.”
