“I’m yours, Ambrose. I’ve always only ever been yours,” I sob, thrashing my head into the pillow.
He curls his finger, and I come undone.
“Oh my God,” I cry out.
“That’s it, baby. Give me everything.”
I ride out the rest of the orgasm with his hand buried between my thighs.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he breathes, his face hovering above mine.
I reach up and run my tongue along his lips. “We have to do that again.”
He laughs and rises from the bed, pulling the cover back up to my chin. “We’re just getting started.”
My lips turn down in a pout. “You’re leaving?”
Leaning down, he plants a soft kiss on my forehead. “I have to go, and you need to rest. But I’ll see you this evening at dinner.”
“Okay.”
The room already feels empty as I watch him walk to the door. He looks over his shoulder, a smirk playing along his lips before he brings his finger, the one that was just buried between my thighs, to his mouth. I hold his stare and can feel my jaw slightly drop open as he pushes it between his lips, sucking off all my juices.
“Delicious,” he says, before opening the door and walking out.
Holy shit.
A squeal breaks free as I jump out of the bed.
Dancing around the room, excitement over taking me, I feel lighter than I have in ages. Things are finally starting to look up. I feel invincible. The floor is cold on my knees as I reach under my bed and pull out the little silver book. It fits perfectly in my hand as I crack it open.
I jump back on my bed, reaching over to retrieve my dagger from the nightstand, before I remember that Kingston threw it in the woods.
Prick.
I need something to slice my finger with. Without an offering, these pages will remain blank. With a glance around the room, I don’t see many options. Using my fingernails, I chip off a small piece of a wood splinter from the bed frame and press it into the tip of my finger. Hard. Blood drips onto the parchment, sinking into the spine.
Hello, Liminal.
The dark letters float across the page.
I shift back in the bed, putting the book in my lap. “Hello…I don’t really know what to call you. Silver? Unless you have another name?”
The letters retreat before reappearing.
The name I have is not part of your language. You can refer to me with your chosen name.
Okay. Silver it is. “Tell me something I don’t know, Silver. Something I don’t but should.” I’m feeling so happy right now that I’m just in the mood to talk. I can’t help but smile when I think of what just happened. For some reason, I don’t feel I can discuss this with Mallory or Finnley. It’s as if speaking it aloud with a real person will dim the magic.
The words drift from the page as if caught on a warm summer breeze.
You should not be broken.
You are made to mend.
The things you should know but do not would decimate you.
I frown and sit up a little straighter. “Okay. That’s only slightly ominous,” I mumble sarcastically. “Tell me what I should know, and I’ll worry about it breaking me.”
