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Just before the first snow, the bulbs I’d ordered a month
in advance arrived. Devlin joined Lash and I the next night in planting them
around Darkness’s grave. “There’s something disquieting about me planting
flowers called ‘I Love the Sun’,” Devlin said in a lilting voice, as we worked.
Lash burst out laughing.
I stopped digging and gave him an exasperated look. “I told
you, I ordered ‘Harvest of Memories,’ Dev. They sent me the others because they
were out, and this kind is yellow, too.”
“Whatever you say,”
Devlin said, obviously trying not to laugh. “I’m just saying—”
“Shh,
Oathed One.” I planted my last bulb, then patted the ground. “Rest easy, good
dog. You are loved and remembered.”
After we came in, Devlin and Lash excused themselves to
take a conference call. Telling them I was heading to bed, I headed up to
Devlin’s bedroom, peering inside first to make sure Rene was not there waiting
for him.
There’s
nothing for it. I’m going to have to start knocking first. Another peculiarity
in my life is nothing new at this point.
I’d no sooner taken off my clothes than I felt a soft touch
of hot skin as a large hand caressed my naked back. I let out a yelp, and
darted away, looking back to see Shaker standing there behind me.
“What are you
doing here?” I exclaimed, grabbing a robe, and slipping it on.
“You didn’t call for me,” Shaker said, giving me a faint
grin. “Not that you said you would. But I expected you wanted to see me, after
our dream together. So here I am, in case you did, and were too shy to ask me
to come. And in the flesh too, so you’ll get the full experience this time.”
Time to
say it. “I’m sorry. I don’t.” Shaker looked dumbfounded, then chuckled. “My
bad, then. But are you sure? I can whisk us away to Maui, where we can lie on
hot sand and make love in the waves.” He gave me a look with enough intent and
cunning glee to make me freeze. “We’ll make them steam, Mistress. No one here
will be the wiser, I guarantee it. Just say the word, and you can have your
heart’s desire—”
“What, Terian?” Shaker said, advancing languorously. “That
whelp needed a little quiet time. I heard what you said to him. Most of it made
him feel better. So it was a good thing.” He reached out for me. “Come to me,
Mistress. I wish to worship you again. And this time I’ll use a spell to make
our night together seem to last days instead of only hours—”
“Stop,” I said loudly, and Shaker stopped,
looking disgruntled. “Sar?” Seth said from the other side of the door. “Are you
alright?” “Fine,” I called back loudly, then turned to my demon, who had taken
my distraction as an opportunity to move closer.
“Leave,” I
said adamantly to Shaker. “I’ll call you if I need you. But you have to go. You
can’t be here, not like this!”
“I’ll settle for another dream,” Shaker said, sliding
closer. “Let me touch you gently, as I did before and kiss away your pain. You
have only to ask. I’ll give you anything you want—”
“There
aren’t going to be any more shared dreams. I want you to go,” I said
stridently. “Who is Mistress here? Go!”
“I must be
losing my touch,” Shaker said humorously. “It’s the hooves and horns, isn’t
it?”
In spite
of myself, I began to grin at his humor, then pushed it down. “Go or I’ll start
quoting Scripture! I mean it!”
“Quote me
some of Solomon,” Shaker said, grinning widely. “Or I will quote some to you,
my Valkyrie goddess—”
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