Jesamine“This show sucks.”“I know, but my feet are tired. Let’s watch another episode.” That much was the truth. Gowan had me walking three times a day after Perrin left each morning. Not only did our recent discussions about leave me even more exhausted than usual, but the child in my stomach was actually growing now. Delayed of course, according to Jennivah, but he was growing. Slowly and steadily draining every inch of energy I had within me.“Fine. But if that weird vampire with the guy-liner comes back on, I’m out,” Jack whined.“You’re just mad because he’s so good looking.”“The casting is stupid. They don’t even look like brothers.”Jack and I have been holed up here most afternoons. I finally got a TV, thanks to much prodding from Gowan. While he trains and does whatever physical exercise in the afternoon, Jack and I relax. Over the course of the last week, we’ve settled into a surprising routine. When Gowan’s not here, Jack’s here. When Jack’s doing his own physical therap
DeidreDEIDRE: Remind me to ask you about a step-open trunk.MARK: Excuse me?DEIDRE: It’s for you-know-what. Kira can’t open… things when her paws are… not hands.MARK: How big?DEIDRE: Enough to fit a grocery-bag sized amount of stuff.MARK: Your level of specificity astounds me.DEIDRE: Can you do it or not?MARK: Probably.DEIDRE: Your level of specificity astounds me.I watched as the bubbles appeared and disappeared as he wrote, then thought better, of his text. Good.MARK: Yes, can do it. And stash it, I’m guessing?DEIDRE: Yes. It will contain what she needs.MARK: I’ll talk to Janas tomorrow. Good night.As if I would have a good night. I threw my phone down, not even flinching as it crashes to my wooden desk. It lay back in the desk chair and my hands through my loose hair. I have spent the last twelve hours plotting, only to realize in the last hour that Kira wouldn’t be able to open up the glass vial of sedative in her wolf form. Stupid, stupid, stupid! But at least we had
Deidre No. No no no. I had no time to consider the implications of the Chiyad Beta Challenge. No. I had to focus. Think think think! I withdrew from my husband’s office under the guise of unfinished work and returned to my own. I close the office door behind me, barely able to breathe. What had I just agreed to? Was this completely insane? Taking over for Mistra? No. This was stupid. No! It was the only reasonable option. I had to honor her. What was I thinking? This was insane. Memories swirled to the surface, dense and unstoppable like ink added to water. I fought to stave off the haunting vision of Sienna’s face, but it was no use. Like weeks before, the memories flooded into my mind, this time crisper; more intense, long-forgotten details materializing before me with stunning clarity. Years before A knock sounded at the door. “May I come in?” Said a soft, melodic voice. “Luna?” I rose reflexively. “You shouldn’t be out of bed–” She waved a dismissive, gentle hand
Mark No. No no no. I take a deep breath, unable to go back to patrol now. I was only manning the desk, but… Fuck. Nobody apart from Mistra had… well, since Kyle had…. Fuck. I made my way back to my office, slamming the door. Everything, everything had come crashing down that day, in this office, Kyle’s office. I tried to shake the cascade of memories, but I couldn’t. My fingers are shaking, nearly twitching. Itching for something that’s not there. I put my head in my hands, willing it all to stop. Wanting the visions and the memories to recede. But they won’t. They come crashing in full force, just like they had a few weeks ago. Twelve Years Ago “Has he called in yet?” Janas asked. “Yes,” I lied, scribbling nonsense on my clipboard. I shifted uneasily. Kyle hadn’t checked in from his last two checkpoints, and I had faked radio static so that Janas wouldn’t know. I knew that Kyle wasn’t really running patrol tonight, but rather was on a separate mission tonight for the Al
KiraHis skin was warm, his chest smooth. Hardened with surprising muscle. Could books really do that to someone?His lips were on my neck, his hands pressing my lower back into the hardness at his waist. The moan that escapes me is loud–harsh–filling the room with charged intensity. His hands grip my ass, squeezing me into his hips.I’m whimpering. Whimpering. Hoping that he touches me.When he inserts a finger I can’t stop the sound from escaping my throat. I’m no longer in charge. It’s as if he has complete control over me, his fingers coaxing everything he wants and everything I want to give.The sound of his zipper and our breathing is the only thing that fills the room. His pants drop to the floor and he pries my legs open, demanding entry with his–“KIRA?”The pounding of the door rattles my senses. What the–“KIRA!” For fuck’s sake. I squint, looking to push the hair from my eyes only to realize my hand is between my–Fuck. I was having…Goddess damnit.“Coming!” I shake my h
Deidre The knock came quietly. I glanced at the clock. 9:00 sharp. Smart she-wolf not to keep me waiting. She opened the door, once again remarkably clean. Good. I didn’t want anything staining my pristine cashmere carpet. I gestured to the chair opposite my desk without a word, then opened a large drawer within my desk and pulled out the briefcase of medical supplies I had snagged from the infirmary earlier. Mistra’s dark eyebrows rose. “You just keep that on hand?” I glared, then took her wrist, pushing her loose, dark purple sleeves back to examine the veins of one arm. I clicked my tongue, reaching for the other arm to assess. “This one,” I said, pushing back her second sleeve with a forceful yank. I began to prep her arm and sterilize the area in silence. Breaking it, she said, “Your bedside manner could use some work.” I shot her a look that said, “Really?” before shoving the needle into her forearm. “Ouch!” “Do you make this much noise when you visit Sirius?” The force w
DeidreIf this night wasn’t already surreal, I wouldn’t have believed it. Here, in the depths of a cave, I would meet him. Finally, after all these years.Jason had shielded me from duty as much as possible–but this trek? Hiking here every night? It was…“Ready?”No. That much was clear. But I nodded.One last steel gate stood before us, and Mistra held a key aloft from her pocket. I eyed her cautiously, pointing a thumb over my shoulder. “Are the three gates not enough?”Her lips pursed before answering. “Yes. Though this one is a… a formality.”I blinked. “Excuse me?”“You understand that he’s nearly twenty-four years old, correct?”I sputtered. Had time really gone that quickly? “Of course I do.”“Then you’ll understand,” she drawled, “that he’s entitled to his privacy.”“Privacy?” I spat, on uneven footing both physically and mentally. “How much more private could it get in here?”“Sienna wished that he live with the dignity he deserves,” Mistra said smoothly, but her eyes flashed
Deidre “Happy to make yourself at home, are you?” My spine shot straight in surprise, the glass dropping from my trembling hand. I watched it fall to the polished wood floors, a single second before it splintered into a thousand glass pieces, great gobs of water already poised to splash out and over the surface of the– I blinked. The cup was gone. Not on the floor, not shattered, but– A soft *clink* of glass on marble countertop sounded to the side. I blinked, taking in the unbroken cup Sirius set there with apparent ease. “Ah, but I forgot. As Luna, all of this territory is your home, isn’t it? Of course, what’s mine is yours, isn’t it? Well, except for my father. He’s all yours.” I stood in stunned silence, unable to move. His voice was low. Rumbling. I was surprised; I hadn’t expected much, but I had expected disuse. Maybe hoarseness. Sirius folded his arms, eyeing me carefully despite the cool disassociation of his voice. “Not what you expected?” he drawled. I forced myself