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The Dae’mon half of him might want to perform “Ger’prex”with her and teach her to submit sexually, but the Kindred part of him recoiled at doing something to his partner that she didn’t want.
Are yousureshe doesn’t want it, though?whispered a dark voice in his head.Did you smell her need when you were watching that fucking training vid? She was more aroused than a female d’rix in heat!
Which was true, he acknowledged uneasily to himself—all through the wife training film he’d been smelling Mia’s heat waxing and waning. He’d been keeping track as best he could with his sensitive nose—trying to piece together what turned her on and what turned her off—females could be sensitive that way. But it was fucking confusing.
As far as he could tell, the visual images on the screen had been really doing it for her. At the same time, however, the sexist directions the Prophet had been giving had been making her angry—enraged almost—and turning her off. But since these two things were happening at almost the same time, it was difficult to know which parts of the wife training the PPP expected him to do would be at leastacceptableto his partner. She…
“Hey, Sev—are you all right?”
Mia’s soft voice drew him out of his thoughts and he looked down to see his partner watching him with anxious eyes. Up ahead of them, Brother Jonash was leading their way, apparently oblivious to anything else but the pleasure of walking through the large park on a beautiful, sunny day.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just trying to figure a way out of this,” he murmured, keeping his voice low, for her ears only.
“I’ve been thinking about the same thing,” she murmured back. “But at the moment, nothing comes to mind.”
“I’ll see if I can find anything out during my work period,” Sev told her. “You do the same, okay?”
She nodded. “Got it. I’ll just—”
“Here we are—the outdoor communal kitchens. There you are, Sister Mia—run along and greet your fellow sisters in the PPP. I’m sure you’ll find them very welcoming—we love new recruits around here!” Brother Jonash said.
Sev looked up to see that he was pointing to a large, long wooden structure where lots of women dressed in plain white gowns were congregating.
“Oh, er…okay.” Mia nodded.
“We’ll all be meeting here after our work duties are finished. There will be a communal supper and then we all get to listen to the Prophet’s Wisdom!” Brother Jonash said. “So fix this spot in your mind, Brother Severith—you’ll come here instead of back to your domicile after work is done.”
“Got it,” Sev nodded, but he was looking at Mia.
“Well…” She ducked her head and gave Sev a last glance. “I guess I’ll see you tonight.”
“See you tonight,” Sev echoed. He had the sudden urge to hug her and hold her close for a moment and for once, he gave into the impulse. Gathering Mia into his arms, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Be careful and don’t trust anyone in this fucked up place, okay?”
She looked up at him and for a moment he thought she was going to kiss him. Which wouldn’t have been out of character, since they were pretending to be husband and wife.
Mia seemed to think so too, because she lifted on her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth.
“All right,” she breathed against his lips. “You be safe too.”
Sev had another impulse—he wanted to crush her to him and kiss her much more deeply. He had a fierce desire to taste her sweet mouth—to take what he’d been wanting from the moment he first met Mia Deen.
Somehow, he managed to fight the urge and reluctantly let her go instead.
“Have a good time at work.” His words came out sounding hoarse and hollow in his own ears.
“You too.” Mia nodded at him, her gray eyes solemn, and then she turned and ran lightly over the short grass towards the large communal kitchen.
Sev watched his partner go with a heavy feeling in his chest. Gods, what were they going to do and how in the Seven Hells were they going to get out of here?
TWENTY-TWO
MIA
Mia made her way to the long wooden structure which was a pavilion—just a roof supported by thick poles. It had long rows of worktables along the front and ovens in the back and there were women in white dresses everywhere.
She wasn’t sure who to talk to, but there was an older woman who seemed to be in charge. At any rate, she was standing in front of one of the tables, up to her powerful elbows in bread dough, and shouting directions to everyone at once. Though she looked to be around late middle age, Mia noticed that her belly was swollen with an obvious pregnancy. Which wasn’t unusual, since at least half the women there were also pregnant.
“Excuse me…” Mia approached her doubtfully, not sure if she ought to interrupt.
