Besides, this was a nice bed. He stretched again, enjoying the caress of sheets on his skin, basking in the shifter energy infused there. He was undoubtedly ruining it for Victor with the scent of magic, but he let himself enjoy it for a few minutes longer, let himself drift in the residual effects of the ritual, the memory of Victor’s energy moving through him. Eyes closed, he ran his hands over the bed, and a tendril of energy stirred, reaching for him. It settled into his body and his bones; it wove itself into him, an echo of the connection from the night before, intoxicating even though
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