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Dugald shakes his head, looks at Moira, then turns his back on me. Moira purses her lips, squares her shoulders, and her eyes flash brightly. Siobhan laughs. I look between the three of them, waiting for someone to let me in on the big secret.
“She has no clue,” Siobhan says. “Are we sure she’s the Destroyer?”
“Hush, Siobhan,” Moira says. “This time has been unprecedented in all aspects.” Moira takes a breath and Dugald walks a few steps away. “The answer, Quinn, is yes. Yes, we could.”
“Then why don’t we do that if it would work?”
“Because there are,” she pauses, carefully choosing her next words, “it’s not as simple as it seems.”
“Which means?”
“Magic is intimate, you silly bird,” Siobhan says, waving a dismissive hand. “The most intimate thing you can possibly do. If you ‘join’, as you put it, you’re truly joining.”
“Wait, do you mean…” I trail off as the implications stop my train of thoughts.
“Yes,” Moira says. “Exactly.”
“Well, can’t we, I don’t know, flow power to each other without any, whatever?”
“No, I don’t know of a way,” Moira says and looks at Siobhan who shrugs but continues to smile but now there is a lustfulness in her eyes.
“I am peckish,” Siobhan says.
“And what does that mean?” I ask, staring into the vampire’s eyes.
“Peckish,” she repeats slowly. “It means a bit hungry.”
“I know what the word means, smart-ass,” I snap.
“Then why did you ask?” she asks, feigning confusion and innocence.
I ball my hands into fists as I resist the urge to punch her in her too perfect face.
“Fine, how much longer will this take then? We don’t have any time to waste, remember?”
“I wanted to go earlier,” Dugald says without turning around.
“It will take what it takes,” Moira says. “None of us have done this. We don’t know, Quinn. It won’t be fast, obviously.”
Right there, at the edge of my conscious thinking, is the memory of Duncan being ripped away. Of the look on his face, not one of fear, but of love. His love for me, no matter what. I must save him. No matter what it takes.
“How, uhm, intimate is this? It’s not,” I choke on the next word, my Midwestern upbringing making it almost impossible to say but I have to know so I swallow hard and spit it out. “It’s not an orgy or something is it?”
“No,” Moira exclaims, her eyes widening, but then she frowns and adds. “Not exactly.”
“Those are fun, though,” Siobhan says, her eyes alight with an inner fire as she looks me up and down in a way that makes me even more uncomfortable. “You’re not my normal type, but it’s been a while. I’m in.”
Siobhan’s smile is lustful, but knowing full well she’s a vampire I couldn’t say if the look on her face is lust or hunger.
“Then what?” I ask, ignoring the vampire.
“It’s not physical, Quinn; it’s, I guess spiritual,” Moira says, “but it is intimate, more intimate than a sexual union. It’s not our bodies that are joining, but our souls, if that makes sense.”
I can’t pretend to fully understand what she’s trying to explain but that empty space in my chest that should be filled by Duncan throbs in time with my heart. And I know one thing above all else, I will do whatever it takes to save him. All I can do beyond that is hope he can forgive me for anything I do wrong.
“Fine, let’s do it.” I nod my head as I make the decision.
“No,” Dugald says, turning to face me at last. “I can’t.”
