Page 50 of Shadow Weaver
“And the Tuatha descendants?” I ducked my head and toyed with my empty cup, waiting for his insight on the issue.
There was silence, and then, “If one of the men you have feelings for is Orion descended, then you need to steer clear.” His tone was serious. “Tuatha descendants will play with you, but they will never commit, not unless you’re a Hyde or a Bourne. It’s Orion’s law, and those families that keep it are granted boons. These families are ruthless when it comes to protecting their income, and Orion’s law isn’t something that’s well known outside of Tuatha circles.”
“Then how do you know this stuff?”
His smile was sad. “I had a friend who fell in love with a Bourne. He was a feyblood, but not from Orion’s bloodlines. He met with an unfortunate accident the day before they planned to run away together. I did some digging after that and learned enough to back off, immediately.”
“Shit.”
Payne frowned. “I won’t intrude and ask you who it is you have feelings for, I don’t presume to have that right. But … please, be careful. I’ve only just found you, and I don’t want to lose you.”
Was this why Hyde was pushing me away? Deana was Henrich’s niece. Henrich Bourne. She was a Bourne. Knowing why Hyde was resisting our attraction should have made me feel better, but it didn’t.
My gaze snapped to the clock on the wall behind Payne. “Shit, I got to get to class.”
Fifteen
My mind was reeling with the information Payne had passed down to me, so I almost missed the murmur of voices coming from the utility closet around the corner from the port archway as I passed. The door was slightly ajar, but there was only darkness beyond.
“Do it,” Fiona said.
I was running late for class, but the sound of her sugary voice had me going into stealth mode and then switching into earwigging mode.
“No. This isn’t part of our deal,” Kash said.
“It is if I say it is.” Fiona’s tone was hard. “I’ve waited long enough. I want you, and you owe me. So, touch me. Do it. Feel how wet I am.”
Urgh.
“Fiona, please …” Kash sounded tormented.
I didn’t blame him.
“I won’t tell,” Fiona crooned. “I promise you. Just make me feel good. I can make you feel good too.” The soft sound of a zipper being undone. “Do you like that?”
A low moan.
“Yeah, you like it. I can feel you like it.”
“Fucking hell, Fiona.” His voice was hoarse and ragged. “What the fuck do you expect when I haven’t been touched by a woman in over a year?”
“And you won’t,” she snapped. “Unless that woman is me. So … do you want it?” Her tone dropped to sultry again. “You want this?”
The rustle of fabric followed, and then there was the slap of flesh on flesh, and Kash’s carnal moans.
I backed away, neck crawling with heat. Urgh.
What the fuck was up with those two? Dysfunctional psychos. I needed to scrub my brain clean of everything I’d just heard. I headed quickly to class and didn’t even think about the pain as I ported in. All I could hear were Kash’s moans.
* * *
We were three weavers down,and the rest looked like they needed a nap. Stat.
Joti took the desk beside me with a yawn. Her clothes looked rumpled, her hair, although brushed, wasn’t as groomed as usual.
I peered at her. “Are you okay?”
“Urgh. Fucking knackered.” She yawned again.
