THE GREATER SEER

MAYA

I had no choice. Maria was about to tear down the last piece of my past, so I used the energy inside me to make the picture of Philomena on the wall vibrate violently. I just wanted her head to spin so she would back off. But this time, the dark force blew completely out of control. Her head spun so violently that she fell to her knees and started hitting her own head against the stone wall over and over again, blood splattering against the floor.

Gosh, this could kill her! I thought in pure panic, watching her skull bang against the rock.

I rushed forward, grabbed her limp body before she could crack her head open completely, and hauled her back into her quarters. I placed her gently on the massive canopy bed and bandaged her bleeding forehead.

I sat beside her for hours, staring at her pale face. I still need to find out why the picture affected her this badly today. More importantly, I still need to find out how to make the picture stop. I now know how to make it start vibrating, but if I don't figure out how to stop it, that picture is going to end up killing someone in this palace.

Taking care of Maria for two full days wasn't easy at all. It was exhausting, especially with Edward by my side needing my attention both day and night.

Edward might be blind, but he is adapting shockingly fast. He is getting used to the darkness now. Every single night, he reaches out for me, asking for sex to ease his mind. He has even started talking about getting back to his official duties as the Alpha. The deep shock and terror of his sudden blindness have completely left him, replaced by his usual commanding, stubborn nature.

On the morning of the second day, right after I finished attending to Maria—who had finally gotten herself back, color returning to her cheeks—I walked into the master suite to check on Edward.

He was sitting up on the bed, his blank amber eyes turned toward the sound of my footsteps.

"Maya," Edward called out, his voice solemn. "Invite the seer. This blindness is not ordinary. There is a dark, heavy spirit lingering in this territory, and I need answers."

I sighed softly, walking over to sit beside him on the edge of the mattress. "The seer refused to visit the palace till I leave, Edward," I told him gently, resting my hand on his knee. "He called me a dark omen and swore he would never step foot inside these gates as long as I sit on the Luna throne."

Edward let out a low, dangerous growl, his jaw clenching tight. "Not that weak old fool in the forest," he said firmly. "We have to invite the Black Magic Seer from the high northern crags. He fears no spirit, no curse, and no living soul."

I stared at his blind face, a sudden chill running down my spine. A Black Magic Seer was a dangerous entity—someone who dealt strictly with blood sacrifices and deep, forgotten ancient arts.

Before I could question him further, Edward reached out, his large hands finding my waist and pulling me close. He didn't say a word, but the intent in his grip was crystal clear.

I smiled softly and slid down onto my knees between his thighs. I put him to bed after giving him the blowjob he had made mandatory every single night since he became blind. It had become our nightly ritual—his way of feeling powerful and in control despite the pitch-black darkness around him.

I took his thick shaft into my mouth, stroking him gently, playing with his penis with my tongue and hands until his hips twitched wildly. He let out a deep, gut-wrenching groan as he climaxed, pouring his hot sperm all over my face and lips. I wiped a drop from my cheek with my finger and licked it clean. I love the taste of his sperm, honestly; it always tasted like raw power and deep, possessive affection.

Once Edward fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, I cleaned myself up, threw a light silk robe over my nightgown, and walked down the quiet, dimly lit corridor to Maria's room to check on her one last time.

I pushed the heavy oak door open quietly, stepping into the warm glow of the candlelight. Maria was sitting up against the headboard, her forehead neatly wrapped in white linen, her dark eyes looking straight at me the moment I crossed the threshold.

"I will be leaving tomorrow to see the Black Magic Seer," she said immediately, her voice sharp and full of unresolved tension before I could even ask how she was feeling. "This picture of late Philomena needs to leave this house forever, Maya, or it will destroy us all."