clothes,” I protested weakly.
“I have others.”
I sighed and closed my eyes, letting my body go on autopilot for a few minutes. The warmth of his hands slowly worked the tension out of my muscles, making me feel almost human again. Soon I was holding out an arm or leg when instructed, so he could wash my elbows and the underside of my breasts, my calves and the back of my knees. . . .
I could feel his breath on my cheek as I relaxed back against the tub. My hand unconsciously went to his hair, feeling its softness as he massaged me with slow deliberate strokes, pulling a deep sigh from my aching body. God, it was unfair how easily he could make me melt, every good intention lost in pleasure after only a few touches. “I love how responsive you are,” he whispered, his fingers trailing a path of goose bumps down my stomach. When they brushed between my legs a moment later, I felt like I might climb out of my skin.
I sat up abruptly, grabbed a washcloth and took over before I ended up agreeing to whatever he wanted. “What are you doing, Mircea?” I asked unsteadily.
He sighed and sat back on his heels, but he didn’t pretend to misunderstand me. “Trying to keep you alive.”
“That won’t happen by hiding me away somewhere. And cowering in a corner until Apollo finds me isn’t—”
“Apollo.” Mircea’s voice held disdain. “You honor him by continuing to use that name.”
I shrugged. “It’s what he calls himself.”
“Because he enjoys pretending to godhood.”
“Whereas he’s really only an immensely powerful, ancient magical creature from another world,” I said sarcastically.
“Whatever he is, the Circle is better equipped—”
“No. They’re not. They’re in even more danger than I am.”
As the ancient legends said, Apollo had once lorded it over the Earth along with others of his kind. Among other things, their rule had involved a lot of smiting of worshippers who didn’t grovel sufficiently or, worse, failed to grovel at all, being too busy attempting to eject some godly butts from the planet. But the mages of the day hadn’t had much success with that: the “gods” had their own form of magic, one that was so different from the human variety that all attempts to dislodge them had failed.
That had continued to be true until Apollo’s sister, Artemis, realized that humankind was heading for extinction and gave some mages the spell to banish her kind and block the way back to Earth. The only ones not affected were of the demigod variety who had enough human blood to anchor them to this world, and most of them were soon rounded up and imprisoned by the magical community. Human rule over Earth was reestablished, and the Silver Circle formed to guard it.
That might have been the end of the story, except that Apollo had been able to keep in contact with his servants, the Pythias, through the power he’d bestowed on them. The Circle knew that, but the fact that the power migrated to a new host as soon as the old one died had made dealing with them a problem. They couldn’t kill every clairvoyant on the planet, so they compromised by ensuring that the Pythias stayed firmly under their magical thumb. That had remained true for thousands of years.
Until me.
The Circle’s fear of what Apollo might do through me was the main reason for their dogged attempts to put me in a grave situation. That was highly ironic, since almost the only thing I’d done with the power so far had been to use it against their old enemy. That had stuck me between the proverbial rock and a hard place, with both the Circle and Apollo wanting me dead.
It was nice that they could agree on something.
To add to the irony, the Circle and I were currently allies—at least technically. They had joined with the Senate, with whom I had an understanding, against Apollo and everyone he’d been able to con into supporting him—some rogue vampires and a powerful group of dark mages calling themselves the
“I have others.”
I sighed and closed my eyes, letting my body go on autopilot for a few minutes. The warmth of his hands slowly worked the tension out of my muscles, making me feel almost human again. Soon I was holding out an arm or leg when instructed, so he could wash my elbows and the underside of my breasts, my calves and the back of my knees. . . .
I could feel his breath on my cheek as I relaxed back against the tub. My hand unconsciously went to his hair, feeling its softness as he massaged me with slow deliberate strokes, pulling a deep sigh from my aching body. God, it was unfair how easily he could make me melt, every good intention lost in pleasure after only a few touches. “I love how responsive you are,” he whispered, his fingers trailing a path of goose bumps down my stomach. When they brushed between my legs a moment later, I felt like I might climb out of my skin.
I sat up abruptly, grabbed a washcloth and took over before I ended up agreeing to whatever he wanted. “What are you doing, Mircea?” I asked unsteadily.
He sighed and sat back on his heels, but he didn’t pretend to misunderstand me. “Trying to keep you alive.”
“That won’t happen by hiding me away somewhere. And cowering in a corner until Apollo finds me isn’t—”
“Apollo.” Mircea’s voice held disdain. “You honor him by continuing to use that name.”
I shrugged. “It’s what he calls himself.”
“Because he enjoys pretending to godhood.”
“Whereas he’s really only an immensely powerful, ancient magical creature from another world,” I said sarcastically.
“Whatever he is, the Circle is better equipped—”
“No. They’re not. They’re in even more danger than I am.”
As the ancient legends said, Apollo had once lorded it over the Earth along with others of his kind. Among other things, their rule had involved a lot of smiting of worshippers who didn’t grovel sufficiently or, worse, failed to grovel at all, being too busy attempting to eject some godly butts from the planet. But the mages of the day hadn’t had much success with that: the “gods” had their own form of magic, one that was so different from the human variety that all attempts to dislodge them had failed.
That had continued to be true until Apollo’s sister, Artemis, realized that humankind was heading for extinction and gave some mages the spell to banish her kind and block the way back to Earth. The only ones not affected were of the demigod variety who had enough human blood to anchor them to this world, and most of them were soon rounded up and imprisoned by the magical community. Human rule over Earth was reestablished, and the Silver Circle formed to guard it.
That might have been the end of the story, except that Apollo had been able to keep in contact with his servants, the Pythias, through the power he’d bestowed on them. The Circle knew that, but the fact that the power migrated to a new host as soon as the old one died had made dealing with them a problem. They couldn’t kill every clairvoyant on the planet, so they compromised by ensuring that the Pythias stayed firmly under their magical thumb. That had remained true for thousands of years.
Until me.
The Circle’s fear of what Apollo might do through me was the main reason for their dogged attempts to put me in a grave situation. That was highly ironic, since almost the only thing I’d done with the power so far had been to use it against their old enemy. That had stuck me between the proverbial rock and a hard place, with both the Circle and Apollo wanting me dead.
It was nice that they could agree on something.
To add to the irony, the Circle and I were currently allies—at least technically. They had joined with the Senate, with whom I had an understanding, against Apollo and everyone he’d been able to con into supporting him—some rogue vampires and a powerful group of dark mages calling themselves the
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