I started to give the “friends” line but had already had enough of that with Girard. “Please, I don’t want to go through this same old song and dance. And you know, we both fulfilled our side of the deal with Dorian. I let you teach me. You’re free. He’s coming here tomorrow to help with the demon problem. Go home with him afterward.”
Those big blue eyes widened in surprise. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why would you let me go?”
“Because you don’t want to be here. You gave me the foundation of what I need to know, and I’ve been building on it pretty quickly.” With a shiver, I recalled how I’d nearly suffocated that gentry in my yard. That had been intentional. I had no accident excuses as I’d had with her. It was probably something I shouldn’t mention to her quite yet. As it was, she looked troubled enough.
“Yes…you have learned quickly. The magic burns so strongly in you, I don’t think it needs much of an excuse to burst out. You really are like Storm King.”
“Did you know him?” I asked curiously. I was always conflicted on hearing about him. Part of me wanted nothing to do with him, yet the other part longed to know more.
“I wouldn’t say ‘know,’” she mused. “My father was one of his bodyguards, so I saw Storm King a few times. He was…terrifying. Terrifying and awe-inspiring.” She tried to hide her fear but shuddered anyway.
“From what I hear, that’s the reaction most people have.” Kiyo too had seen Storm King in his youth, and I’d once had a flashback of my own brief meeting with my father.
“The power you try to summon…he was able to bring it about in a heartbeat. He had only to think about a storm and the world would tremble with its force.”
“Well, I guess everyone can rest easy. I’m a long ways from that.”
“Do you know why?” she asked.
“Practice?”
She shook her head and pursed her lips. “Because for all your titles and regard and impressive use of magic so far…you are still human in your heart.” Human, by her tone, was a very ugly thing to be.
“Not according to my stepfather.” It didn’t seem like I’d ever fit anyone’s expectations.
“You think like one. You want to divide everything up logically. The way you approach magic, it’s very…scientific.” Not a word gentry used very often. “You treat it coldly. You parcel up each fragment of air and categorize it. Magic requires control, yes, but at its heart, it is tied to your emotions. You said you’d summoned lightning accidentally. What was going on?”
“I was scared.” It had also happened, I realized, when I was aroused. “And, um, excited.”
“You were lost in your emotions, and the power seized you. But you’ll never be able to do that regularly, never by choice. You repress your emotions. You don’t give in to them.” Her smile turned triumphant. “And that is why my lord will never love you like he does me.”
Of course. I should have known there was a barb waiting at the end of this lesson. I wondered what she’d think if she knew her lord had been pretty willing to love me up yesterday.
“Well, thanks for the pep talk, but I’m going to my room now. I meant what I said. Go with Dorian tomorrow and love him as much as you want. I’ll carry on without you somehow.” No point in hiding the sarcasm I felt.
Ysabel gave me a sickeningly sweet smile. “You’re presuming you’ll come back.”
I jerked around and gave her a sharp look. “Are you threatening me?”
“Certainly not. I have nothing to do with your adventure tomorrow. But you’re going to face demons. Anything can happen. And if you don’t return, I won’t weep.”
Great. Nothing like a good omen to go into battle with.
Chapter Twenty-One
I woke up the next morning, lying on top of my covers, with sunlight streaming in through the eastern windows. It was barely sunrise, but already the air was warming up. It was, as the saying went, going to be a hot one. If I truly was connected with the land, I wondered what a heat wave said about my mood. Was it indicative of my preparedness for battle?
I squinted up at the play of sunlight on the stone ceiling, unsure of that question, just like so many lately. With a sigh, knowing I needed to get up, I rolled over and came face-to-face with Kiyo. I yelped in surprise.
His dark chocolate eyes were open, wide awake. I think he’d been watching me while I slept. He smiled that sexy, smoky smile of his, eyes crinkling slightly. He was bare-chested, clad only in navy blue boxers.
“When did you get here?” I asked. “I didn’t notice a thing.”
“I know,” he said. “You were sleeping pretty heavy. Didn’t even budge when I slid into bed.” He rested a hand on my hip and slid it along my bare leg. I’d fallen asleep in a T-shirt.
Seeing his eyes and feeling his hand on my skin warmed something in me. Surely all would be right in the world-worlds, even-so long as I had Kiyo. There was just something so overwhelmingly strong and secure about him, a steadiness in the midst of that dangerous sex appeal. I reached out and touched the side of his face, a bit surprised at just how happy I was to have him here with me.
“I didn’t know for sure that you’d come,” I admitted.
“Eugenie, how can you think that?” He continued stroking my leg, but his other arm pulled me close. “I said I would. I won’t let you go into danger alone.”
“I know you don’t approve of some of the things I do. Roland doesn’t. We had a huge fight.”
Kiyo kissed my forehead, then my nose, and then my lips. “He’s worried about you. I am too. But I understand what you have to do here and why you want to help these people.”
I looked at him and felt something lighten up within me, some lonely and aching part that so desperately needed someone to get me. Before, I’d felt like Dorian could. I prayed Kiyo was able to as well. “You do?”
“Yes.” He kissed me again, his mouth warm and searching. The hand that had been on my leg moved up to my breast. “I know what it’s like to live in two worlds. You’re brave and do what you think is right, and I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he breathed in my ear. “Neither are any of the people gathered downstairs.”
He moved his mouth back to mine, but I wiggled out. “Wai-what? Who’s gathered?”
He gave a half shrug, hands still roving over my body. “Everyone. Rurik’s got the guards there. Jasmine’s up and cuffed. Even Dorian’s here.”
I sat up. “Kiyo! We have to get downstairs then. We can’t-ah.”
He’d moved one hand up my inner thigh-up, up, and up. “We’ve got time.”
“No…we…don’t,” I managed as his fingers moved in and out of me. For a moment, I thought of how Dorian had done almost exactly the same thing, but then I shoved the memory away. “They’re waiting…”
“Five minutes, Eugenie,” Kiyo murmured. His other hand shoved up my shirt, and he leaned down to kiss one of my breasts, slowly moving on to suck the nipple, harder and harder. I flinched slightly at the feel of his teeth, and he lifted his face up. “I’ve missed you, Eugenie, no matter what else you think. I’ve missed you and I love you.” He slid his fingers out of me, and I whimpered at their loss. He smiled. “And I think…I think maybe you missed me too…”
And with no other preamble, he rolled me over to my knees and moved up behind me. I don’t know when his boxers came off, but suddenly, he was in me, hard and swollen and grunting with each thrust. I gripped the sheets with my fists, keeping my body arched for him so that he could take me even deeper. His hands clutched my hips, letting him bury himself as far as he could go. I moaned and tipped my head back, my body wanting to take more and more of him into me.
Leaning his body over mine, he reached forward and managed to cup my breasts without breaking his rhythm. His fingers caressed them, thumbs rubbing against the erect nipples. The sensations in my body were dizzying, every piece of me feeling like it was on fire. At last he shifted back to his kneeling position and returned his hands to my hips, giving him the best position to fully take me. His strokes grew even harder and faster, shoving himself into me with such force that I could hear our bodies hitting each other. With a great groan, his nails dug into my hips and his whole body jerked as he came. Hands still tight on my hips, he held himself there for several moments, taking his full release.