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Shit, he was right. So far, I'd been able to keep enough distance from the High Priest that I hadn't been targeted, but Talin and Nari couldn't say the same. Once that old man heard that all five of us wore lace for multiple Paths on our bodies, everything would change. He'd realize that we were more than incidental school friends. We'd become threats too.
"How do we deal with our Paths?" I asked, the question for anyone willing to answer.
"No," Nari said. "Ela, we need to have Faylie sign off on your training. She said she wants to do a session with both of us, which means all of us."
"Not me," Anver said. "Technically, I'm still Tishlie's guardian."
"Shit, right," Nari said. "But the rest of us will be there. It'll be just like that session with Tishlie, though. You hurt her, I'll keep you from going too far, and Faylie will sign off. Who knows, maybe Quin will finally decide that you aren't his enemy."
"Doubtful," Zeal mumbled. "That man loves his desire. He's already figured out how to work around his ring, not caring when it causes him pain. His faith isn't strong enough yet, but I've been using hers to relax the thing when I can."
"But if I don't complete the training before our classes start..." I tried.
Nari shook her head. "Ela, you need to be trained. We need to use your abilities. After what happened with Nyrren, Saval has to be careful with you, so let's just schedule the session and get it over with, ok? Please?"
The "please" did it. Those golden eyes of hers, turned right on me, and that hint of a pout on her lips? There was no way I could deny her. I just didn't want her to see how cruel I could be to another woman. Any other woman, if I was honest, because I didn't want her to ever wonder if I'd be that way with her.
After our final exam last year, I'd been less paranoid about it, but that didn't mean all my worries were gone. Nari liked to be restrained. She loved being manhandled. That was very different from the abuse that turned Faylie on. She was an extreme submissive, and one of the best instructors for initiate dominants - according to my own mentor. The problem was that I wasn't classified as a dominant.
I was a sadist. I enjoyed pain and could remove my partner's limits. There was no boundary I wasn't willing to cross or damage severe enough to make me lose the taste for it. When it came to my trinkets, the only rush I got was from seeing them hurt. Nari, however, wasn't a trinket. She was the love of my life, my reason for everything, even breathing, and one of the few people I would never hurt.
"I don't want to do that with you," I said softly.
She nodded, making it clear she'd heard me. "I know. I want to help you, though. Not just control it, but direct it, Ela. I want this to be our thing. That means I need to learn too."
Fuck, but my dick was waking up. The times she'd encouraged me had been sexier than I could ever imagine. That sweet, gentle, delicate-looking woman telling me to hurt someone a little more, begging me to do it her way? Yeah. How could I say no to that?
"I'll send a note tonight," I promised. "I just need you to stand beside me, Nari. Not behind me, and please don't cower from me?"
"Never," she swore. "I fell in love with your cruelty."
"She stands with gods," Zeal told me. "You can't scare her, Eladehl. You're her weapon, and she needs to learn how to wield you."
"Then I'll get over it," I swore. "And when that's done, Anver, you'd better keep Tishlie away from me."
Anver just chuckled. "You make it sound like I care what happens to her. I might be her guardian, but I'm not bound to her. Fuck that bitch. If she comes at you, destroy her. She deserves it."
