back
in a tail tied loosely at the base of his neck, just barely
revealing that sweet spot on a human’s spine. The spot that held so
many nerve endings and was so fragile. One blow there and no matter
if it was Immortal or human, it was incapacitated.
“I think we almost have it, Emily. A few more
days and I think I’ll be able to create the first runes,” Sovann
said absently, once again speaking to the wrong area of the
room.
Emily arched her brows and smiled faintly. He
should learn to heed the advice she gave, even if it was directed
toward the child. A little more fear would do wonders for Sovann’s
survival.
Her attention snapped up as the door opened
once more and Jail stepped into the room. Emily watched the big
mage as he surveyed the room, then smiled faintly at Sovann. “I
wondered if I might borrow Emily for a time. I think she is due for
a bit of therapy today,” he said in a calm voice, though the
expression in his eyes was one of anger. He was dressed casually in
a loose tunic and breeches and, as always, had a neatness about him
that seemed at odds with his huge muscular frame. The only
difference she noted was the slender hilt of a sword that showed
just over his left shoulder. Emily had never seen Jail armed
before. He always fought with his bare hands.
Sovann glanced up at him and nodded faintly.
“Of course, Jail. I hadn’t realized she was to meet with you.
Forgive me for delaying her. I’ll see you tomorrow, Emily.” There
was warmth in his voice as he spoke her name and Emily felt a
twinge in her chest at the sound of it.
“Right behind you, Jail,” Emily whispered not
bothering to respond to Sovann. It didn’t seem right to treat him
as a friend with her earlier thoughts of meat.
“Ahh, how about right beside me, as friends
should walk,” Jail countered and offered his arm to the open air
beside him.
“I don’t think we will fit through the door
that way,” Emily objected dryly.
“We will turn sideways at the door. Take my
arm, Emily,” Jail said proffering his arm once more.
You were in my head. I thought you said
you didn’t do that . Emily prodded through a mind link as she
took his arm gently, a faint smile creasing her lips. Perhaps Jail
wasn’t too bad after all. At least he knew a bit of fear and
respect.
I suppose it’s a good thing I lied,
considering how deeply you were considering turning Sovann into a
snack. You were supposed to come to me if the instincts
returned , Jail scolded as he opened the door and led them both
out.
I wanted to eat him, not fuck him ,
Emily replied in amusement. The first weeks of her maturity had
been incredibly difficult. The primary instincts for a Blight were
to kill and mate, though they only mated with superior creatures.
Unfortunately, Jala only surrounded herself with superior
creatures. It had been Jail that had helped her through that trial
and kept her from molesting the several available and no doubt
willing males she was around. Even Madren had been a temptation to
her, though he was only a half-blood, and she had no doubt
whatsoever that he would have been willing.
The agreement was for instincts that you
didn’t agree with , Jail reminded her sternly.
What makes you think I didn’t agree with
the instinct to eat Sovann ? He has been rather obnoxious
lately with his blood drawing and such , Emily pointed out
calmly.
Truthfully, you don’t disagree with that
desire at all ? Jail asked and the disapproval was thick in his
voice.
I don’t think I would miss him , Emily
replied. She searched inside herself looking for any scrap of
regret and shrugged the shoulder that he was closest too. While he
couldn’t see the gesture, he could feel it through her contact with
his arm.
Your mother would be disappointed ,
Jail said coldly and Emily felt guilt crash against her.
In the beginning her mother’s words had
always echoed in her mind, but they had grown less frequent lately
and the louder whisper of the other
in a tail tied loosely at the base of his neck, just barely
revealing that sweet spot on a human’s spine. The spot that held so
many nerve endings and was so fragile. One blow there and no matter
if it was Immortal or human, it was incapacitated.
“I think we almost have it, Emily. A few more
days and I think I’ll be able to create the first runes,” Sovann
said absently, once again speaking to the wrong area of the
room.
Emily arched her brows and smiled faintly. He
should learn to heed the advice she gave, even if it was directed
toward the child. A little more fear would do wonders for Sovann’s
survival.
Her attention snapped up as the door opened
once more and Jail stepped into the room. Emily watched the big
mage as he surveyed the room, then smiled faintly at Sovann. “I
wondered if I might borrow Emily for a time. I think she is due for
a bit of therapy today,” he said in a calm voice, though the
expression in his eyes was one of anger. He was dressed casually in
a loose tunic and breeches and, as always, had a neatness about him
that seemed at odds with his huge muscular frame. The only
difference she noted was the slender hilt of a sword that showed
just over his left shoulder. Emily had never seen Jail armed
before. He always fought with his bare hands.
Sovann glanced up at him and nodded faintly.
“Of course, Jail. I hadn’t realized she was to meet with you.
Forgive me for delaying her. I’ll see you tomorrow, Emily.” There
was warmth in his voice as he spoke her name and Emily felt a
twinge in her chest at the sound of it.
“Right behind you, Jail,” Emily whispered not
bothering to respond to Sovann. It didn’t seem right to treat him
as a friend with her earlier thoughts of meat.
“Ahh, how about right beside me, as friends
should walk,” Jail countered and offered his arm to the open air
beside him.
“I don’t think we will fit through the door
that way,” Emily objected dryly.
“We will turn sideways at the door. Take my
arm, Emily,” Jail said proffering his arm once more.
You were in my head. I thought you said
you didn’t do that . Emily prodded through a mind link as she
took his arm gently, a faint smile creasing her lips. Perhaps Jail
wasn’t too bad after all. At least he knew a bit of fear and
respect.
I suppose it’s a good thing I lied,
considering how deeply you were considering turning Sovann into a
snack. You were supposed to come to me if the instincts
returned , Jail scolded as he opened the door and led them both
out.
I wanted to eat him, not fuck him ,
Emily replied in amusement. The first weeks of her maturity had
been incredibly difficult. The primary instincts for a Blight were
to kill and mate, though they only mated with superior creatures.
Unfortunately, Jala only surrounded herself with superior
creatures. It had been Jail that had helped her through that trial
and kept her from molesting the several available and no doubt
willing males she was around. Even Madren had been a temptation to
her, though he was only a half-blood, and she had no doubt
whatsoever that he would have been willing.
The agreement was for instincts that you
didn’t agree with , Jail reminded her sternly.
What makes you think I didn’t agree with
the instinct to eat Sovann ? He has been rather obnoxious
lately with his blood drawing and such , Emily pointed out
calmly.
Truthfully, you don’t disagree with that
desire at all ? Jail asked and the disapproval was thick in his
voice.
I don’t think I would miss him , Emily
replied. She searched inside herself looking for any scrap of
regret and shrugged the shoulder that he was closest too. While he
couldn’t see the gesture, he could feel it through her contact with
his arm.
Your mother would be disappointed ,
Jail said coldly and Emily felt guilt crash against her.
In the beginning her mother’s words had
always echoed in her mind, but they had grown less frequent lately
and the louder whisper of the other
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