more than once, and I probably will again. If you continue to forgive me, it will only be because I am one of the few people in this world who has the ability to melt that ice cold device you call a heart. It takes a crowbar to get you to admit it, but you like me. You don’t let me show you any affection though, because…well you hate it, but also because you don’t want to make Danato jealous of the bond we have.” As expected, Belus didn’t offer her much of an emotional reaction, but he did furrow his brow in consternation over the new information.
Cori turned to Ethan, who raised his brow and crossed his arms in preparation for his personality revealing attack. “Don’t act like you’re immune to me. I know more about you than any of them. I’ve seen you naked inside and out. I know your wealthy parents died when you were young, taking you from a privileged life to an impoverished one.” As she approached him he seemed to lose his bravado. “I know you spent the remainder of your childhood in and out of foster homes. Your stint as an amateur thief put you in the juvenile system. You’ve been analyzed by enough psychiatrists that you have the language memorized. You occasionally turn it against me in my more irrational states.
“Coming here was the highlight of your life. I’m not even sure if Danato realizes how important it is for you to be part of a stable family, even if it is a little unorthodox. I think that’s why we got married so fast. As cave-man-ish as it sounds, I think you wanted to have that symbol of possession. You might downplay your territorial side, but I think when push came to shove, you would kill any man who tried to take me away from you.”
Ethan’s self-portrait must have scared him a little, because he took a step back and looked away from her. She was about to make another comment, but Gypsy jumped into the conversation.
“So, in your world, are you screwing all three or just Ethan?”
Cori’s eyes widened as she turned to her. She couldn’t believe she had taken everything she had just said and boiled it down to a bad soap opera plot. She flared her teeth for her planned retort. She lifted her hand to offer the finger jab of someone wanting to accurately direct their insult.
She barely got the seething, “You,” out before a burst of flame spread from her directed finger. Gypsy shot back trying to avoid the heat, but she nearly lost her eyebrows before she cleared the path. “Oh, shit,” Cori mumbled before Ethan toppled her.
13
It wasn’t a record for Gypsy to be the infirmary twice in one day, but Cori was getting a good number of lucky strikes against her, and that was unusual. Gypsy had to give the woman props for hand to hand combat. Belus—assuming Belus was the one who taught her—must have been very dedicated to her training. She was useless with a sword, but most women were since it requires a good deal of upper body strength. On the other hand, the fire breathing fingers were something else altogether.
After the doctor evaluated the minor burns on her face and arms, Gypsy joined the three musketeers at the holding cell at the center of the infirmary. It was similar to a psychiatric holding cell with its plastic padded walls, and windows just big enough to see through, but not crawl through. The stark white interior did nothing to change the comparison, but since it was large enough to hold creatures weighing upwards of two tons, it made her confines look like a chair-less waiting room.
When Gypsy arrived Danato and Belus were still debating their next step while Ethan leaned against the wall waiting for the decision. He normally didn’t take such a backseat to these sorts of discussions, but she suspected Cori had gotten under his skin. He was probably already starting to believe her.
“How did she get the power?” Belus asked.
“She mentioned something about enchanted rings,” Danato said. “She didn’t elaborate. She was very upset
Cori turned to Ethan, who raised his brow and crossed his arms in preparation for his personality revealing attack. “Don’t act like you’re immune to me. I know more about you than any of them. I’ve seen you naked inside and out. I know your wealthy parents died when you were young, taking you from a privileged life to an impoverished one.” As she approached him he seemed to lose his bravado. “I know you spent the remainder of your childhood in and out of foster homes. Your stint as an amateur thief put you in the juvenile system. You’ve been analyzed by enough psychiatrists that you have the language memorized. You occasionally turn it against me in my more irrational states.
“Coming here was the highlight of your life. I’m not even sure if Danato realizes how important it is for you to be part of a stable family, even if it is a little unorthodox. I think that’s why we got married so fast. As cave-man-ish as it sounds, I think you wanted to have that symbol of possession. You might downplay your territorial side, but I think when push came to shove, you would kill any man who tried to take me away from you.”
Ethan’s self-portrait must have scared him a little, because he took a step back and looked away from her. She was about to make another comment, but Gypsy jumped into the conversation.
“So, in your world, are you screwing all three or just Ethan?”
Cori’s eyes widened as she turned to her. She couldn’t believe she had taken everything she had just said and boiled it down to a bad soap opera plot. She flared her teeth for her planned retort. She lifted her hand to offer the finger jab of someone wanting to accurately direct their insult.
She barely got the seething, “You,” out before a burst of flame spread from her directed finger. Gypsy shot back trying to avoid the heat, but she nearly lost her eyebrows before she cleared the path. “Oh, shit,” Cori mumbled before Ethan toppled her.
13
It wasn’t a record for Gypsy to be the infirmary twice in one day, but Cori was getting a good number of lucky strikes against her, and that was unusual. Gypsy had to give the woman props for hand to hand combat. Belus—assuming Belus was the one who taught her—must have been very dedicated to her training. She was useless with a sword, but most women were since it requires a good deal of upper body strength. On the other hand, the fire breathing fingers were something else altogether.
After the doctor evaluated the minor burns on her face and arms, Gypsy joined the three musketeers at the holding cell at the center of the infirmary. It was similar to a psychiatric holding cell with its plastic padded walls, and windows just big enough to see through, but not crawl through. The stark white interior did nothing to change the comparison, but since it was large enough to hold creatures weighing upwards of two tons, it made her confines look like a chair-less waiting room.
When Gypsy arrived Danato and Belus were still debating their next step while Ethan leaned against the wall waiting for the decision. He normally didn’t take such a backseat to these sorts of discussions, but she suspected Cori had gotten under his skin. He was probably already starting to believe her.
“How did she get the power?” Belus asked.
“She mentioned something about enchanted rings,” Danato said. “She didn’t elaborate. She was very upset
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