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Vicki jiggles her bare breasts and pulls her hands out of reach when Johannsson steps closer with the handcuffs. “Oops, I’m such a bad, little girl.”
“You’re a grown-ass adult,” I snap. “And the next time we catch you sneaking in here when you’re on time out, you’ll be blacklisted.”
Her bottom lip pouts out. “Aww, come on, officer. I’m just here for a good time.”
“Then harass the Clearhelm Police on your off weeks,” I advise. “Fall is coming, so there will be plenty of mud for you to roll around in soon.”
“Mud doesn’t cut it now that I’ve experienced Lethoba’s kiss.” She shivers with delight and steps toward the tree as if she’ll climb up the trunk in search of the demon.
One of these days, Vicki’s addiction to pleasure will get her hurt, or worse, but not today.
I give Johannsson a hard stare. “Cuff her already.”
He lunges forward to take her by the arm, but the slime that coats her body makes it difficult to hold on.
With a laugh, Vicki slips his grasp. “You’ll have to do better than that!”
He tries to grab her again, and she shoots out of his hands like a greased pig.
“Come on, put some effort into it.” She pinches her nipples and moans. “Where’s Sharpe? He always has a firm hold.”
My hand twitches with irritation, and I collapse my baton before I’m tempted to use it on Vicki. The way she slips and wiggles within Johannsson’s grasp, rubbing her body all over him, fills my mind with visions of my lover in his place.
Even in the line of duty, I dislike the idea of Sharpe touching her naked body.
It’s good that Sharpe took today off. I just hope he’s having a better day than we are.
focus on unfocusing
- Sharpe -
My chest heaves, and sweat trickles down my sides as I release my hold on the darkness inside me.
“Your endurance is pathetic, Ga’Vine.” Syl’vyn’s contemptuous silver eyes rake over me. “Perhaps I worried too soon about your blooming. You are like a child.”
Gasps escape as I struggle to slow my pulse after moving the heavy load of drywall from one side of the driveway to the other without touching it. We began training at the cabin’s worksite early this morning, and the rumble in my stomach says it’s near dinner time now.
I’d say my endurance is pretty fantastic.
“We started with banishing small objects into my pocket.” I wipe my forearm across my face, wishing for the return of the rain from earlier. It at least offered a respite from my body overheating. “How is this not an improvement?”
Syl’vyn’s bald head cocks to the side, the silver tattoos on her scalp glinting in the sunlight. Once the day warmed up, she had ditched her usual beanie, and now the small points of her ears hold a tint of pink from too much exposure to the sun.
With a disgusted shake of her head, she gestures toward a forklift sitting next to a pile of dirt. “That machine can do the same thing, and do it faster. You are a prince of the dark sithe. If you want to impress me, move the entire cabin.”
Breaths still labored from my most recent magic use, my focus shifts to the broken remains of my home. After Bailey’s people tore it apart, we decided to go through with a much-needed remodel and blew out the roof.
Now, the frame for a second story rises into the sky, with plans to shift the bedrooms upstairs, add more bathrooms, and convert the rooms on the bottom floor into more living areas and a proper meditation room for Flint. No more converted closet for our soul witch.
The house is also getting a complete upgrade with a new sprinkler system, since we now have three fire users in the house.
After we didn’t pass our most recent inspection, though, the work halted. Bailey’s messing with us, and the frustration over the situation helps power my sessions with Syl’vyn.
My focus returns to the exterior drywall, which should already be installed on our cabin, and a dark slither moves through me.
The continued delays are pushing us closer to the rainy season, which is making me reconsider my stance on letting Mayn or Pen deal with him. As much as I appreciate the luxury of living at the Harbor, I want to be home.
With a steadying breath, I grasp the magic within me and shift the pallet back to the other side of the driveway.
