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“Fucking liar!” he snarls. “You were definitely there! You fucking winked at me! Did he fucking put you up to this?”
His grip on my neck tightens with each word. My eyes feel like they will burst at any moment and pop from their sockets. I feel heady, and my vision is beginning to blur. I tap weakly on his hands, struggling for breath.
I should have run when I had the chance.
Just when I start to say my last prayers, he suddenly lets go. I fall back weakly against the wall behind me. I double over, wheezing loudly.
He is long gone by the time my breath is restored.
* * *
Pocus
Seer looks up from his book the moment I walk into the clubhouse. The fact that he’s casually lounging alone in the empty lounge reading one of his motivational books at two in the morning says one thing; he’s waiting up for me. I can’t help but wonder if he did it as a concerned friend or as the Vice President of the club. Either way, I do feel a little relieved seeing him. I didn’t know that I actually needed to talk until his electric blue eyes met mine.
“Welcome back, Prez,” Seers says. He snaps his book shut and carefully sets it beside him on the couch.
“You didn’t have to wait up,” I say, heading straight to the bar to fix myself a glass of scotch. I suddenly wish Buffy was here to make me a glass of his ridiculous magic bomb – it’s actually good stuff. I down the whole glass of scotch and immediately start to pour another.
“You’re stalling,” Seer says quietly beside me
“Not really…,” I drawl, taking a moderate sip from my glass this time. I go to sit on the couch across from Seer and raise my brows at him. “I thought I was the one with the power to sense stuff,” I teased, smirking at him.
Seer snorts. “You’re not as hard to read as you like to think, either,” he quips. His expression becomes serious, and he raises his eyes to mine like he always does when he wants the sincerity of his words to be felt. “Or maybe that’s just because I’m your friend.” His words seem to hold a deeper meaning. The word friend echoes gently in my head. Yes, that’s who he is…my friend.Seer is someone that I care a great deal about…someone I should be able to speak freely to.
“Spill,” Seer says softly.
I heave a soft sigh and sit up on the couch. I lean forward slowly and clasp my hands on my knees. “I followed her. Abigail Miller,” I add, just in case Seer doesn’t know to whom I’m referring. “I followed her tonight. I thought I’d get some answers, but I ended up becoming even more confused. It’s either she’s greatly skilled at deception or genuinely doesn’t know what I was talking about when I asked about setting up Bones. I couldn’t sense any deception from her, but she could just be one of those few people who can block me.” Except I sensed other emotions from her; her fear, confusion, amusement, and even excitement. At some point, I thought I got a whiff of her arousal. The emotion had been brief yet distinctly heady enough to make me hard. She’s such an oddball…other women would piss themselves in that situation, but she’d stood in the middle of a dark street, screaming for me to come out to her. I hadn’t been genuinely amused in a while.
“She bothers you, doesn’t she?” Seer asks, pulling my mind away from the thoughts of the hazel-eyed vixen.
He’s looking at me with that annoying expression that says he could read my thoughts. “Where was that place? The one you were in a few nights ago.”
My heart stops and picks up again at an annoyingly unsteady pace.I know exactly what he’s talking about….“What are you talking about?” I ask, feigning ignorance.
“It had dim lights; dark enough to incite the sensual nature of humans and just bright enough to see sinful bodies of the daughters of Eve. The windows had red draperies hanging down from top to bottom. Chains were hanging from the ceiling, and some people were shackled to them. Soft, almost sultry music played in the background, aided by all the excited moans and primal grunts. Death and sex hung heavily in the air. Everyone wore masks, and many strutted around in all of their naked glory. I saw you there, Pocus… You had on a devil mask. You lay on one of the scattered floor couches, and…you jerked off to a very potent orgasm with your magic. You channeled all of the pleasure and pain of the others. I must say it was something. I never knew you could do that.”
I stare blankly at Seer, beyond shocked. To deny it at this point would just be point-blank ridiculous. It’s even more detailed than the memories in my head. I lower my gaze to my clasped fingers and clear my throat awkwardly. “It’s a place called the Den of Eden. I stumbled across it in the days before I joined the Ruthless Kings.”
“It looked like fun,” Seer says with a wistful sigh, and I snap my head up to look at his face.
“What?” I ask, unable to hide my surprise. Seer is never one to indulge in primitive urges common to the men of the clubhouse. Even when we have club sluts over, he almost never participates in any of the…activities. He’d rather lock himself up in his room and bury his nose in a book of sages. So, it’s surprising to hear him saying something like that.
“What?” Seer asks, despite the slight blush staining the tips of his ears. “I’m a man too…I like boobs and ass, just like the next person. And…well, I like other things, too. I was privy to some great assets in that vision. I felt like I was watching live porn on a greater level. I was as hard as a rock when I came out of the vision. And don’t ask me how I took care of that. I had to stand in a cold shower for hours,” he says, glaring at me like it’s all my fault.
Maybe it is my fault, but I couldn’t help an amused chuckle. That only made Seer glare even harder. But like me, I know that he understood well that it’s just one of the many downsides of our gifts.
“Here I am, thinking your powers are meant to serve a greater cause,” I tease. “But you see visions of pleasure houses, too? What a lucky bastard.”
Seer snorts loudly. “What cause is greater than the soft contours of a woman’s body and the pleasure they bring,” he says, and I can’t help another bark of laughter. Seer joins me, and we revel in the sudden camaraderie for a while.
“Look, mon ami,” Seer says hesitantly after our laughter has wound down. “No judgments, alright? We all have that one thing or place we want to keep to ourselves, and that’s completely alright. And even though it was unintentional, I’m sorry for being privy to such a private…matter.”
“It wasn’t so private,” I replied amiably. “You shouldn’t apologize for your abilities. When…when did you see the vision?”
“A few days before it happened, I think,” Seer replies with a shrug. “I couldn’t talk about it because of the nature of its content, and it did seem pretty harmless. Then you went out that night and came back in the morning. When I asked in Graveyard’s office, you said you went out for some air, but I knew you probably went there.”
“Oh,” I say simply.I must have seemed so stupid.
