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He stiffened, his lashes lowering. “Aren’t all wealthy people the same? They like having control and having the anniversary on their land to promote not only their wealth but also how old their family is. Warlock families pride themselves on their lineage and reputation.”
“Then what about your family?” Oye winced, she really wanted to screw her mouth shut. She shouldn’t be so curious about the damn Warlock, but she knew so little about him. “As a Warlock, does your family have this lineage?”
He released a short laugh. “Do you think a criminal like me could still claim it?”
Oye didn’t hear a drop of humor in his laughter, or see a bit of amusement in his expression.
Deciding to change the subject she turned her gaze away from him, “Well, none of it matters. At the end of the day depending on one’s lineage is just another form of snobbery. You would think two magic kinds would have supported each other, but they used their wealth and connections to avoid the council’s eye during the purge of witches. So, to me their reputation is that of calculating cowards.”
A familiar feeling of disgust and hate crept up, Oye couldn’t avoid it. The old wounds she’d suffered from couldn’t go away so easily. She would never forgive those who participated in the damnation of her people, nor would she forgive those who allowed it to happen. Sure, she wanted to be better and not live with blood on her hands but the dried residue she’d already spilled would never go away.
CASTIAN
Castian observed the witch’s dark expression, unable to look away from her. In the center of a world of merciless truth she drew his eyes. Her skin seemed to brighten with stars, as she became quieter, her skin like the night blanket that covered the sky.
The single being in the world who didn’t appear as a twisted mass of flesh. His fingers twitched at his side, a flood of metal filling his hands turning and morphing into locksmith’s puzzle. Turning his attention to it, he ignored his stomach tightening.
In his mind’s eye, her body was nude and laying on the head of the car, as he studied every inch of her body. Seeing where every nerve ending rested, so that he could manipulate her to his liking. Turning her into a mess of moans and groans of pleasure. He’d twist her around his fingers till every movement caused a following reaction. So that her eyes reflected his own hunger, and madness.
The vision morphed and changed, from a land covered in grass and beauty to one of death and destruction, but the unchanging factor would be her, as she straddled him, taking his dick deep and holding him tighter.
He bit back a groan, pulling so hard on the puzzle it snapped.
“Castian?”
He didn’t look at her, instead he got back in the car. “Let’s go, the sooner we begin the faster we can return to headquarters.”
And the sooner he could put some space between them. The hands of fate would do its own work, but he would assist them in regaining some control.
Oye was off limits, no matter how his inner demon craved her.
OYE
Oye watched Castian get back in the car, she really had been stuck with someone who was borderline Bipolar. The man would be smiling and throwing out witty responses one minute, and the next he’d turn cold.
She sighed; she was used to weird. One had to be if one wanted to work with Lanias, but this was a lot even for her. He was right, getting Asher would put many things into the right place especially his and her relationship.
She got in the car, casting him another curious look. Her eyes widened when she was suddenly hit with the urge to touch his cheek. Biting her tongue so she wouldn’t curse aloud, she looked away from him. There were many things she wanted to do to him, but they began and ended with a blade. Grimacing, she took out a ball of metal to squeeze like a stress ball.
The last thing she needed was “Warlock Dick” screwing with her morals and mission.
Oye liked her simple life. Sex was nothing more than a thing she did to work off stress. Something to do without attachment.
She bit her lip, getting attached to someone was dangerous.
A picture of her mother’s emaciated body flashed into her mind’s eye, and she flinched. Closing her eyes to it. Caring for someone would surely destroy you faster than anything else in the world.
Her cousin, Sabina, had been lucky in finding a monster who loved her.
Even though she herself couldn’t trust it fully yet. So far, Sabina appeared to be happy with her Ogre. Leaning her head against the window, Oye sighed. She needed to focus; her mind was all over the place.
She needed to remember her own rules and stick by them.
ROLE PLAY
OYE
Grabbing her bag from the car, Oye watched the lights come to life on the porch of the mansion. She snapped her fingers making the twisted braids of her hair come apart, the strands becoming curly as they fell to her mid back.
