Page 169 of Rose and Shadows
Then we’d finally end this part of the shitshow.
But he hadn’t.
We’d been scouring acres upon acres out from the entrance of this particular sanctuary zone that Morien had the location of, that his acolytes had bragged that they would take next.
Yet… nothing.
Part of me had wanted to just burst right on in there, but we couldn’t risk giving away the location unless there was no other choice.
Which, yeah, there wasn’t anymore.
We’d have to enter and evacuate. I just didn’t like the risk in that. None of us did. Because it was a pocket dimension, magic couldn’t impact the outside, which meant teleportation and opening other portals from within to the outside world in order to carry out an evacuation wasn’t an option. We had to lead everyone out into the open and do it from there.
As we approached—me, my dad, and the Shadowed vampires scanned with our supernatural senses, while Sylas and the magic-wielders watched for any magical activity from the enemy—my restlessness and worry ramped up.
Shit, I didn’t do well with being hands-off either—physicality soothed me. And these days I preferred that to come from sex, not brutal violence.
I reached out to Sylas who was on my right, while my dad was on my left, his unit of twenty a few paces ahead of us.
I slid my hand into Sylas’ and stroked his fingers, earning a jolt from him, and a turn of his head.
As our gazes clashed I saw him register the need in mine. He relaxed in my hand hold. “So long as you leave it at that,” he told me. “Don’t take it further.”
“Well, that’s beyond presumptuous.”
“Presumptuous, hmm?”
“Yeah. Last time we were apart it was you who was losing their shit all over the place without the fucking.”
“That’s not—”
“‘Ah, fuck, too long. Too fucking long.’Those were your exact words as you were all over me. All hot and bothered and desperate about it.”
“I see. Because I’m the nympho out of our foursome?”
“You’ve got it. Way more than me. And don’t get me wrong, I’m here for it. I just want to be clear that I’m not the presumptuous one.”
“Ah.”
“So you, agree?” I asked, looking over at him.
“What I agree on is that you’ll spew anything right now just to keep a conversation going.”
I grinned up at him. “You know I’m here for it, right?”
“Yes, your voracious sexual appetite is well known to me.”
“You’re calling me the nympho?”
“You match me at this point.” He stroked my fingers back. “And that’s truly incredible given where you were at when we first met. Something to be proud of. That’s one way in which you’ve grown into yourself, and it’s been wondrous to be a part of that. Repression-free these days all the way, my hot little wolf—and wild vampire.”
He had me chuckling at that.
“Now, can we save this sort of talk for when we’re not on a mission with a unit of The Shadowed and your father right beside us?”
I turned to my dad on my left to find his eyes shining with amusement. I couldn’t see the full picture of his expression because of his metal face mask—the same with all his agents with us.
“Dad, do you think the crazy sex drive thing is more of a vampire thing, or a wolf thing?”
