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In a split second, her curses turned to compliments, and her attitude to praise.
Ha. Who’s the cool mom, now?I thought as we raced over the cloud ground to the site of the only forbidden part of the Limen for my precocious, perfect child.
I wasn’t sure why, but in the distant part of the void, I could have sworn I heard mocking laughter.
CHAPTER2
Feather
“What are they going to call it?” Precious whispered as we entered the new “community hall.” We’d tiptoed through the back entrance into the main dance hall—a room the size of a fancy concert hall, but lacking seats.
Well, there were sex chairs all around the perimeter of the room, and a few plush sofas in blue and gold velvet and leather, with an eye-opening number of golden grommets for the chains and ropes that would be brought in later. But nothing else. I hoped Presh didn’t notice the hardware.
I sure as heck hoped no one had realized where we were.
Gavriel was going to lecture me until I’d want to be unmade.
Mikhail wouldn’t be mad, just disappointed.
Righteous would remind me in his best Head Boy voice that we’d all agreed as a group not to allow her inside, and then he’d probably schedule another boring family meeting.
Rumple would laugh, but possibly spank me after the meeting, which didn’t exactly inspire me to back us out of the room.
I waved at the wall where a sign had been constructed, with the wordsWelcome topainted in glitter and gold over a blank swath of marble, where the club’s name would go. Mikhail was going to bring the naming chime out and do a public dedication, finishing the sign and the club for the grand opening.
There was only one problem.
“They have no idea what name to pick,” I replied, opening my thoughts just enough to make sure no one was here. Mikhail had been working all hours of the day and night, trying to ensure every detail was right.
Over the past ten years or so, some of the approximately two thousand refugees in the Limen—mostly the longer-lived residents of Sanctuary, who had grown used to their creature comforts—had grown increasingly depressed. This space wasn’t just for group sex and kinky fuckery. It was a sacred space.
“It’s a holy place,” I breathed, my voice echoing to the top of the vaulted ceiling.
“Um, maybe a place to get your holes filled,” Precious muttered.
“On that topic…” I slid down on one of the sex chairs, folding my tiny wings in the gaps provided for just that. “Have a seat and let’s get this over with.”
“You don’t need to give me The Talk.” She rolled her eyes, but crossed her own legs and sat on the floor nearby, picking at some of the flecks of glitter that were everywhere in this realm. “I know all about P in the V. Or P in the A. Or two Ps in the V and one in the A—”
“Oh, Great Maker of All Sausages, please stop talking,” I groaned. “That’s not The Talk. And also, I told you to stop sneaking into my private library.” I glared at her, and she slumped down. “Those books are fiction anyway, my little glitter baby.”
“I figured,” she said with a curled lip. “There’s no way you could fit that many sausages into one bun.”
“Totally. Physically impossible,” I lied.
Both her eyebrows flew up. She might be able to hide her thoughts and lie to us, but the reverse was not at all true.
“Without vast quantities of lube,” I finished, and she made a face. I rushed on before she could ask the questions that I could tell had started forming about lube. “I want to talk to you about merging. Not just physical stuff, but the spiritual side of things.”
“Okay,” she said cautiously. “What about it?”
“So, merging is physical, mental, and spiritual. When two souls merge, they—how did you put it? Knock boots in the V? Play side pocket pool with the P and A? Whatever. But that’s not the most important part. The best part of merging is the way your spirit moves into the one you’re merging with. You open yourself up completely to them, and they open themself to you. You don’t have any secrets, or hidden places. You’re completely connected to one another.”
“That’s what they’re going to do in here?” She stared at the sex chairs, definitely noticing the grommets and hardware. “Wait. So people only spiritually merge with, like, mates, right? That’s good.” She shuddered. “I can’t imagine wanting to be that exposed with a bunch of randos.”
Her jaw dropped when I shook my head. “No, Presh. People open themselves up to others they’re attracted to. Not just chosen mates. You have to remember—the rest of us, our minds are kind of open a lot of the time already. It’s not that scary to open them up a little mo—”
“Ishegoing to come here?” she demanded, standing, sparks flying from her whirling eyes. “Does he think he’s going to come in here and merge? With someone like her, someone prettier and older and more perfect… Is he planning to touch her?” Her wings flared out, each feather glowing with dark fire. The floor directly beneath her feet began to bubble, like it was melting. “FuckingAdoration?”
