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I need nothing I as with Lor?" I toy with her as I s, one after the next I sweep a dusting of ice fro flat stone, place it there, then three more in quick succession beside it I open one and while her back is turned pretend to take a drink "Oh, that’s good Here, have so, deep s
"Ew, that’s weird," she says, wiping her s Jada put sweetener in," I lie "She told ar-water fuels her freeze-frame better than plain So what’s up with Lor?" I prod I want to see her happy, excited about the life she’s never going to have when I take it frouessed that man was so…complicated He’s s to helpsystem for my meri back "I haven’t had time to think about it," she de to survive"
But she does It’s there in the soft glow in her eyes She’s thinking that she has soood and alive, as if life holds endless opportunity for adventure and--what a stupid fucking delusion hu to--ro, took care with her hair She’s hoping to see hiain
I aod as I punish her for the unforgivable sin of failing to protect her kingdom
But this ti, destroying, breaking, defiling Lust blazes white-hot in er fro makes me want to fuck But this woh the diaze on her neck It looks tender and full of blood Perhaps blood will strengthen est softly, "let’s secure these below, then we’ll take a few jugs to the sidhe-seers"
I collect two of the idiotic puppy who thinks the world is a good, safe place to explore, full of happy people with hands outstretched in kindness, bearing gifts of food and toys to the deround city As I mount the rubble at the top of the stairs, I freeze
Cruce’s body is gone How could Cruce’s body be gone? I’m momentarily blank, unable to divine a possibility that encompasses this anomaly No one else has been here I would have heard so him back down I would have picked up soed to escape the runes (IMPOSSIBLE!) and slipped off
I can’t explain this So has transpired for which I am unable to account That means I have an enemy A clever, clever one Someone tampers with my work WHO IS INTERFERING WITH MY PLANS AND HOW? I consider atte to employ the same temporal spell MacKayla used, see if it would work on ht warn my other self as I top the stairs to watch for an enemy and identify it, but it’s possible duplicate versions of myself could split my power, and if one version of me was destroyed in the temporal conflict, so too would be whatever power it possessed I remember too hat happened when I amputated myself from the corporeal version of the Book I’d had to leave parts of myself behind Important parts They’d served as a distraction, kept all eyes on the Book, not Isla, but I’d never stopped ruing the loss Some of my more powerful spells had been sacrificed that day LIMITS LIMITS EVERYWHERE! Fury floodsthat it is Not only don’t I have the spear, now one of ical strike is being undermined at every turn!
Incensed, I whirl on Jo, all subtlety and plans for leisure gone, and grab her by the shoulders I need an outlet Now
"What’s wrong, Mac?" she gasps, startled, staring at htly with one hand, digging ers into her back, my thumb into the soft flesh beneath her collarbone, and sla every ounce of th
With the first blow, Jo’s nose explodes, her right jaw fractures, and her eyes roll back into her head
She staggers for footing "My God, Mac, what--"
With the second blow, I unhinge both jaws coled screaain and again, shattering the bones of her eye sockets, her brow, blinding her, splintering her skull, incensed that I have an ene about
A clever, clever enes now have been unfairly thieved fro sounds leak from the broken, bloodied hole of Jo’s face She was too wounded by my first blow to mount a defense I releasewith the vestiges of her dying will to curl into a protective ball, but there’s no protection frory as a tsunareater