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Seduction
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“Why would I take you to a rose garden in the middle of the sun-cycle to kill you? Give me a little credit. I’d do it in the dark at least, and at most, I’d pick a more interesting location. Always do a job properly, even if it’s murder.”
― Seduction
― Seduction
“I was scooped up against his chest, my legs dangling from the ground as though I was a child. “Do you ever wear clothes, doll?”
I shrugged. “Siret always makes them so tight that it’s much more comfortable this way.”
“Clever Siret.” I heard him murmur, but before I could say anything else, he did his flashing thing and everything went dark.”
― Seduction
I shrugged. “Siret always makes them so tight that it’s much more comfortable this way.”
“Clever Siret.” I heard him murmur, but before I could say anything else, he did his flashing thing and everything went dark.”
― Seduction
“Why are you walking like that?” Rome asked, running a broad hand through his short hair, his glittering green eyes flicking down my legs before settling on my face.
“Like what?” I asked, as he fell into step beside me.
...
“Like you’re scared of the ground,” he replied on a snort.”
― Seduction
“Like what?” I asked, as he fell into step beside me.
...
“Like you’re scared of the ground,” he replied on a snort.”
― Seduction
“You hit me!” I yelled at the sky, and it was almost humorous to hear Rome’s deep voice so full of feminine outrage.
“Oh.” Yael sounded genuinely shocked. “It really is her. Rome just dropped like a bag of rocks.”
― Seduction
“Oh.” Yael sounded genuinely shocked. “It really is her. Rome just dropped like a bag of rocks.”
― Seduction
“Large hands wrapped around me as he pulled me close to his chest. “What I actually said was that you are ours. I’ve claimed ownership of you, Willa Knight.”
― Seduction
― Seduction
“When I lifted my head, I realised that Rome and Yael were both still standing at the end of the bed, staring down at me. They seemed uneasy, and the strangeness of our grouping finally hit me in that moment. Rome and Yael were the least likely to break the girl-brother pact, at least when they were paired together. Yael was too competitive to share, and Rome was the easiest to rile into an argument. Especially an argument about me.
The others had somehow chosen this grouping with my discomfort firmly in mind, and that annoyed the hell out of me.
“Are you both going to sleep standing up?” I grumbled, propping myself up on my elbows. “Is this some kind of weird, true-god sleeping position? Does it keep your heads upright so that you can easily look down on everyone?”
“What got into her just now?” Rome asked Yael, turning his head to the side to talk to his brother, while his eyes stayed fixed on me. His posture was wary.
“No idea.” Yael’s voice was low, as though I might not hear him if he tricked me into thinking that the conversation was a private one. “It was very sudden. But mortal women are supposed to have mood swings. Did she not eat enough? Should I put some bread in her mouth before it gets worse?”
“Is that why you all have such good posture?” I pressed on, my voice getting louder—possibly to drown out Yael before he said anything else about what mortal women were like. “Because you sleep standing up like you might wrinkle your powerful reputation by laying down?”
“Too late.” Rome’s eyebrows shot up a little. “It got worse.”
― Seduction
The others had somehow chosen this grouping with my discomfort firmly in mind, and that annoyed the hell out of me.
“Are you both going to sleep standing up?” I grumbled, propping myself up on my elbows. “Is this some kind of weird, true-god sleeping position? Does it keep your heads upright so that you can easily look down on everyone?”
“What got into her just now?” Rome asked Yael, turning his head to the side to talk to his brother, while his eyes stayed fixed on me. His posture was wary.
“No idea.” Yael’s voice was low, as though I might not hear him if he tricked me into thinking that the conversation was a private one. “It was very sudden. But mortal women are supposed to have mood swings. Did she not eat enough? Should I put some bread in her mouth before it gets worse?”
“Is that why you all have such good posture?” I pressed on, my voice getting louder—possibly to drown out Yael before he said anything else about what mortal women were like. “Because you sleep standing up like you might wrinkle your powerful reputation by laying down?”
“Too late.” Rome’s eyebrows shot up a little. “It got worse.”
― Seduction
“Did you see that dress?” I faked a light tone. “It was ridiculous.”
His mouth twitched. Just a little bit. “Siret likes to abuse his power.”
“You all do. You’re all regular power-abusers.”
The dark expression was back. “There’s nothing regular about us.”
“Okay yes you’re very special. Can I please have your shirt now. Your special shirt.”
― Seduction
His mouth twitched. Just a little bit. “Siret likes to abuse his power.”
“You all do. You’re all regular power-abusers.”
The dark expression was back. “There’s nothing regular about us.”
“Okay yes you’re very special. Can I please have your shirt now. Your special shirt.”
― Seduction
“Shaking my head, I ducked down and grabbed my right shoe as I started to hop around in an attempt to pull it off. “I’ll have you know that I haven’t drowned even once, and I’ve fallen into at least three wells.”
It had been close that last time: Emmy had been forced to loop all of our bed sheets together to get me out—but they didn’t need to know that part. “So, you don’t have to worry about me,” I finished, hopping a few more times before losing my balance and tumbling over.”
― Seduction
It had been close that last time: Emmy had been forced to loop all of our bed sheets together to get me out—but they didn’t need to know that part. “So, you don’t have to worry about me,” I finished, hopping a few more times before losing my balance and tumbling over.”
― Seduction
“The four guys were just staring at me—or Rome—their mouths a little unhinged.
“Did she say that she set a building on fire?” Yael rasped.
“And knocked someone out and stuffed them into a cupboard?” Aros, this time.
“And set a bunch of panteras free.” Coen was scratching his head.
“That’s my girl.” Siret was the only one who seemed pleased by my overload of information.
“Rome is messing with us.” Yael was shaking his head. “This is too fucked-up.”
“I’m not.” I tried to sound as convincing as possible, but Yael only shook his head and stepped closer to Rome, his fists clenched.
“Cut this shit out right now,” he seethed, “or I’ll hit you so hard she’ll have to start calling you Crushed.”
“That’s not very nice—” I started to say, but apparently Yael wasn’t in the mood for pacifications.
He pulled his arm back and slammed it into the side of Rome’s face. I couldn’t feel the actual blow, but my vision swam to the side, and then suddenly I was staring at the sky—I hadn’t paid much attention to where we were, but the sky was bluer than blue, the clouds all happy and perfect. They were still in Topia.
“You hit me!” I yelled at the sky, and it was almost humorous to hear Rome’s deep voice so full of feminine outrage.
“Oh.” Yael sounded genuinely shocked. “It really is her. Rome just dropped like a bag of rocks.”
“He’s still not moving,” Coen noted, his head appearing in my field of vision. “You okay in there, dweller-baby?”
“He hit me!” I repeated.
“I think she’s fine.” Yael’s head appeared beside Coen’s. “Rome’s head is too damn thick for any of the pain to reach her—right, Willa-toy?”
“You still hit me!” This time, it was a growl, and Siret’s head popped up beside Yael’s.
“You should get revenge,” he suggested helpfully. “You have so many muscles right now. You’re the God of Strength right now. The possibilities are endless.”
“No they aren’t,” I said, “Rome is going to wake up soon. I don’t always black out for long. But you have a point.”
I struggled to get back to my feet, but controlling Rome wasn’t so easy. His limbs were bigger than expected, and I accidently knocked over a low wooden table, up-ending a bowl of fruit and sending apples and oranges scattering over the marble floor. When I was finally standing, I focussed on Yael, and tried to swing a punch at him. Unfortunately, I miscalculated the distance to his face, and Rome’s fist connected with the pillar just to the right of Yael’s head. I watched in fascination as the stone cracked beneath Rome’s fist, caving in around his hand. I was so fascinated that I didn’t even realise I was stuck until I tried to pull his fist back again and it wouldn’t budge.
“Well … this is awkward.” Yael was smirking, turned to the side so that he could see the fist I had embedded into the pillar.”
― Seduction
“Did she say that she set a building on fire?” Yael rasped.
“And knocked someone out and stuffed them into a cupboard?” Aros, this time.
“And set a bunch of panteras free.” Coen was scratching his head.
“That’s my girl.” Siret was the only one who seemed pleased by my overload of information.
“Rome is messing with us.” Yael was shaking his head. “This is too fucked-up.”
“I’m not.” I tried to sound as convincing as possible, but Yael only shook his head and stepped closer to Rome, his fists clenched.
“Cut this shit out right now,” he seethed, “or I’ll hit you so hard she’ll have to start calling you Crushed.”
“That’s not very nice—” I started to say, but apparently Yael wasn’t in the mood for pacifications.
He pulled his arm back and slammed it into the side of Rome’s face. I couldn’t feel the actual blow, but my vision swam to the side, and then suddenly I was staring at the sky—I hadn’t paid much attention to where we were, but the sky was bluer than blue, the clouds all happy and perfect. They were still in Topia.
“You hit me!” I yelled at the sky, and it was almost humorous to hear Rome’s deep voice so full of feminine outrage.
“Oh.” Yael sounded genuinely shocked. “It really is her. Rome just dropped like a bag of rocks.”
“He’s still not moving,” Coen noted, his head appearing in my field of vision. “You okay in there, dweller-baby?”
“He hit me!” I repeated.
“I think she’s fine.” Yael’s head appeared beside Coen’s. “Rome’s head is too damn thick for any of the pain to reach her—right, Willa-toy?”
“You still hit me!” This time, it was a growl, and Siret’s head popped up beside Yael’s.
“You should get revenge,” he suggested helpfully. “You have so many muscles right now. You’re the God of Strength right now. The possibilities are endless.”
“No they aren’t,” I said, “Rome is going to wake up soon. I don’t always black out for long. But you have a point.”
I struggled to get back to my feet, but controlling Rome wasn’t so easy. His limbs were bigger than expected, and I accidently knocked over a low wooden table, up-ending a bowl of fruit and sending apples and oranges scattering over the marble floor. When I was finally standing, I focussed on Yael, and tried to swing a punch at him. Unfortunately, I miscalculated the distance to his face, and Rome’s fist connected with the pillar just to the right of Yael’s head. I watched in fascination as the stone cracked beneath Rome’s fist, caving in around his hand. I was so fascinated that I didn’t even realise I was stuck until I tried to pull his fist back again and it wouldn’t budge.
“Well … this is awkward.” Yael was smirking, turned to the side so that he could see the fist I had embedded into the pillar.”
― Seduction
