Shadowfever
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Barrons moved beside me. Shes busy tomorrow.
Are you busy tomorrow, MacKayla?
Shes working on old texts with me.
Vlane gave me a pitying look. Ah. Old texts. A banner day at the bookstore.
Were translating the Kama Sutra, Barrons said, with interactive aids.
I almost choked. Youre never around during the day.
Why is that? Vlane was the picture of innocence.
Ill be around tomorrow, Barrons said.
All day? I asked.
The entire day.
She will be naked on a beach with me.
Shes never been naked in a bed with you. When she comes, she roars.
I know what she sounds like when she comes. I have given her multiple orgasms merely by kissing her.
Ive given her multiple orgasms by fucking her. For months, fairy.
Are you still fucking her? Vlane purred. Because she does not smell like you. If you are, you are not marking her enough. She is beginning to smell like me. Like Fae.
Unbelievable, I heard Christian mutter behind me.
She toops them both? I heard Drustan ask.
And they permit it? Dageus sounded baffled.
I looked between Vlane and Barrons. This isnt even about me.
Youre wrong about that. Barrons reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. You know how to find me if you want me. He was walking away.
More nifty acronyms?
He was gone.
And you know how to find me, as well, Princess. Vlane turned me toward him and closed his mouth over mine.
Mac, what the bloody hell do you think youre doing? Christian demanded.
I staggered a little when Vlane released me. His name was once again coiled in my tongue.
You know what? I said irritably. You can all just butt out of my business. I dont have to answer to any of you.
There was definitely too much testosterone in my life.
A girls night in was just what I needed.
I AM NOT EVIL.
Then why do you destroy?
CLARIFY.
You do heinous things.
EXPOUND.
You kill.
THOSE THAT ARE KILLED BECOME ANOTHER THING.
Yes, dead! Destroyed.
DEFINE DESTROY.
To demolish, damage, ruin, kill.
DEFINE CREATE.
To give rise to, fashion something from nothing, take raw material and invent something new.
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS NOTHING. ALL IS SOMETHING. WHERE DOES YOUR RAW MATERIAL COME FROM? WAS IT NOT SOMETHINGBEFORE YOU FORCED IT TO BECOME SOMETHING ELSE?
Clay is just a lump of clay before an artist molds it into a beautiful vase.
LUMP. BEAUTIFUL. OPINION. SUBJECTIVE. THE CLAY WAS SOMETHING. PERHAPS YOU WERE AS UNIMPRESSED WITH IT AS I AM BY HUMANS, YET YOU CANNOT DENY IT WAS ITS ESSENTIAL SELF. YOU SMASHED IT, STRETCHED IT, PULLED IT, SMELTED IT, DYED IT, AND FORCED IT TO BECOME SOMETHING ELSE. YOU IMPOSED YOUR WILL UPON IT. AND YOU CALL THIS CREATION?
I TAKE A BEING AND MAKE ITS MOLECULES REST. HOW IS THAT NOT CREATION? IT WAS ONE THING AND IS ANOTHER. ONCE IT ATE, NOW IT IS EATEN. DID I NOT CREATE SUSTENANCE FOR ANOTHER WITH ITS NEW STATE? CAN THERE BE ANY ACT OF CREATION THAT DOES NOT FIRST DESTROY? VILLAGES FALL. CITIES RISE. HUMANS DIE. LIFE SPRINGS FROM THE SOIL WHEREIN THEY LIE. IS NOT ANY ACT OF DESTRUCTION, SHOULD TIME ENOUGH PASS, AN ACT OF CREATION?
CONVERSATIONS WITH THE SINSAR DUBH
36
Happy birthday! I cried, as I opened the front door of BB&B. When Dani stepped inside, I stuck a pointy party hat on her head, snapped the elastic string beneath her chin, and handed her a party horn.
Gotta be kidding me, Mac. It was months ago. She looked embarrassed, but I saw the sparkle in her eyes. Vlane said you wanted me. Gotta love that, dudea Fae prince comes looking for the Mega! Whats up? Aint seen you for a while.
I led her to Party Central in the back of the bookstore, where a fire leapt, music played, and Id piled wrapped packages on a table.
Her eyes widened. This all for me? Aint never had a party.
Weve got potato chips, pizza, cake, cookies, and candy, and all the sweets are triple chocolate fudge, chocolate mousse, or chocolate chip. Were going to be total couch potatoes, open presents, gorge, and watch movies.
Like you and Alina used to?
Just like. I put my arm around her shoulder. But first things first. Sit down and stay right there.
I hurried back to the front of the store, removed the cake from the fridge, stuck fourteen candles on it, and lit them.
I was proud of my cake. Id taken my time icing it, with swoops and swirls, then decorated it with shavings of bittersweet chocolate.
Youve got to make a wish and blow out the candles. I placed it on the coffee table in front of her.
She stared down at the cake with a dubious expression, and for a moment all I could think was, Please dont smash it into the ceiling. It had taken me all afternoon and three tries to bake one that had finally turned out well.
She looked at me, squeezed her eyes shut, and screwed her face into a pucker of fierce determination.
Dont hurt yourself, honey. Its just a wish, I teased.
Are you busy tomorrow, MacKayla?
Shes working on old texts with me.
Vlane gave me a pitying look. Ah. Old texts. A banner day at the bookstore.
Were translating the Kama Sutra, Barrons said, with interactive aids.
I almost choked. Youre never around during the day.
Why is that? Vlane was the picture of innocence.
Ill be around tomorrow, Barrons said.
All day? I asked.
The entire day.
She will be naked on a beach with me.
Shes never been naked in a bed with you. When she comes, she roars.
I know what she sounds like when she comes. I have given her multiple orgasms merely by kissing her.
Ive given her multiple orgasms by fucking her. For months, fairy.
Are you still fucking her? Vlane purred. Because she does not smell like you. If you are, you are not marking her enough. She is beginning to smell like me. Like Fae.
Unbelievable, I heard Christian mutter behind me.
She toops them both? I heard Drustan ask.
And they permit it? Dageus sounded baffled.
I looked between Vlane and Barrons. This isnt even about me.
Youre wrong about that. Barrons reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. You know how to find me if you want me. He was walking away.
More nifty acronyms?
He was gone.
And you know how to find me, as well, Princess. Vlane turned me toward him and closed his mouth over mine.
Mac, what the bloody hell do you think youre doing? Christian demanded.
I staggered a little when Vlane released me. His name was once again coiled in my tongue.
You know what? I said irritably. You can all just butt out of my business. I dont have to answer to any of you.
There was definitely too much testosterone in my life.
A girls night in was just what I needed.
I AM NOT EVIL.
Then why do you destroy?
CLARIFY.
You do heinous things.
EXPOUND.
You kill.
THOSE THAT ARE KILLED BECOME ANOTHER THING.
Yes, dead! Destroyed.
DEFINE DESTROY.
To demolish, damage, ruin, kill.
DEFINE CREATE.
To give rise to, fashion something from nothing, take raw material and invent something new.
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS NOTHING. ALL IS SOMETHING. WHERE DOES YOUR RAW MATERIAL COME FROM? WAS IT NOT SOMETHINGBEFORE YOU FORCED IT TO BECOME SOMETHING ELSE?
Clay is just a lump of clay before an artist molds it into a beautiful vase.
LUMP. BEAUTIFUL. OPINION. SUBJECTIVE. THE CLAY WAS SOMETHING. PERHAPS YOU WERE AS UNIMPRESSED WITH IT AS I AM BY HUMANS, YET YOU CANNOT DENY IT WAS ITS ESSENTIAL SELF. YOU SMASHED IT, STRETCHED IT, PULLED IT, SMELTED IT, DYED IT, AND FORCED IT TO BECOME SOMETHING ELSE. YOU IMPOSED YOUR WILL UPON IT. AND YOU CALL THIS CREATION?
I TAKE A BEING AND MAKE ITS MOLECULES REST. HOW IS THAT NOT CREATION? IT WAS ONE THING AND IS ANOTHER. ONCE IT ATE, NOW IT IS EATEN. DID I NOT CREATE SUSTENANCE FOR ANOTHER WITH ITS NEW STATE? CAN THERE BE ANY ACT OF CREATION THAT DOES NOT FIRST DESTROY? VILLAGES FALL. CITIES RISE. HUMANS DIE. LIFE SPRINGS FROM THE SOIL WHEREIN THEY LIE. IS NOT ANY ACT OF DESTRUCTION, SHOULD TIME ENOUGH PASS, AN ACT OF CREATION?
CONVERSATIONS WITH THE SINSAR DUBH
36
Happy birthday! I cried, as I opened the front door of BB&B. When Dani stepped inside, I stuck a pointy party hat on her head, snapped the elastic string beneath her chin, and handed her a party horn.
Gotta be kidding me, Mac. It was months ago. She looked embarrassed, but I saw the sparkle in her eyes. Vlane said you wanted me. Gotta love that, dudea Fae prince comes looking for the Mega! Whats up? Aint seen you for a while.
I led her to Party Central in the back of the bookstore, where a fire leapt, music played, and Id piled wrapped packages on a table.
Her eyes widened. This all for me? Aint never had a party.
Weve got potato chips, pizza, cake, cookies, and candy, and all the sweets are triple chocolate fudge, chocolate mousse, or chocolate chip. Were going to be total couch potatoes, open presents, gorge, and watch movies.
Like you and Alina used to?
Just like. I put my arm around her shoulder. But first things first. Sit down and stay right there.
I hurried back to the front of the store, removed the cake from the fridge, stuck fourteen candles on it, and lit them.
I was proud of my cake. Id taken my time icing it, with swoops and swirls, then decorated it with shavings of bittersweet chocolate.
Youve got to make a wish and blow out the candles. I placed it on the coffee table in front of her.
She stared down at the cake with a dubious expression, and for a moment all I could think was, Please dont smash it into the ceiling. It had taken me all afternoon and three tries to bake one that had finally turned out well.
She looked at me, squeezed her eyes shut, and screwed her face into a pucker of fierce determination.
Dont hurt yourself, honey. Its just a wish, I teased.
