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The Wolf’s Restraint. (3)
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Sinful Affairs (MM Erotica collection) The fire between worlds - PART THREE
Ilse knocked at the seventh hour, two days after the deep-ward chamber, while I was standing at the map room window pretending to look at the volcano and actually thinking about something else entirely. Two knocks, a half-beat, one more. I said come in before she finished. She set the Council notice on the table without making me reach for it. “The Council has formally requested a report. Two days.” I picked it up and read it, which was mostly a ceremony. The language was official and cold and said what it meant: account for yourself, account for the Vael sorcerer who has been living in our Citadel for six weeks without formal sanction, account for the nature and scope of the arrangement we have heard about secondhand, and do not appreciate learning secondhand. “How hostile is the room going to be,” I said. “Marev is neutral. Dresh is not.” She paused. “The others will follow whoever presents better.” This was Ilse’s way of saying: this is winnable if you do it right, and I am
Sinful Affairs (MM Erotica collection) The fire between worlds - PART TWO
Somewhere in the fourth week, I noticed I had stopped dreading the end of the sessions. This is how I knew I was in trouble. I am a man who tracks things by nature, not compulsion. I track them because large systems fail quietly, because the difference between a stable ward and a failing one is often years of small readings that nobody thought to compare. I had been tracking the sessions the same way, marking them in the back of my mind as progress points, evidence of work advancing. Then one evening Soren closed the last of the resonance charts and said goodnight and I stood in the study room after he’d gone and realized the feeling in my chest was not satisfaction at work completed. It was the specific flatness of something ending that you didn’t want to end. I was forty-one years old. I had run this office through two crises, a Wardenship political restructuring, and a winter where the Citadel’s warmth-stones dropped below safe threshold for six consecutive weeks. I knew the di
Sinful Affairs (MM Erotica collection) The fire between worlds - PART ONE
The twin moons were burning low tonight. Rath and Ruthe hung where they always hung, red as forge-iron against a starless sky, but something in their light felt wrong. Too thin, too stretched, like fabric pulled over a frame too large for it. I had lived in this tower for eleven years. I knew the way moonlight settled on the back of my hand, and tonight it was lying differently. The Ember Star at my throat pulsed once. A slow, deep contraction, like a second heartbeat deciding to make itself known. I pressed two fingers there, the old instinct. The gift had never spoken in words, not in eleven years of keeping it. It spoke in pressure, in warmth, in the occasional stubbornness of knowing before I did. Tonight it was certain about something I hadn’t caught up to yet. I turned back to my desk. The census of ward failures along the southern Ashfields was spread across the whole surface, annotated in three colors, waiting for me to find the pattern I suspected was there. My tea had go
Sinful Affairs (MM Erotica collection) Just friends we said - PART FIVE
He showed up at eleven with coffee. Not just any coffee, mine specifically, from the place on Dearborn that requires walking two blocks past a closer and perfectly adequate coffee shop. He was standing in my doorway holding both cups and wearing the expression of someone who had spent the morning rehearsing something and was no longer confident in any of it. I stepped back and let him in without saying anything. We went to the kitchen table. I don’t know why it’s always the kitchen table with us, but it is. The rules happened here. The check-ins happened here. Every conversation that mattered seemed to find its way to this table eventually, like water finding a drain. I sat across from him and he set the cups down and wrapped his hands around his, and for a moment neither of us said anything. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to start,” he said. “You don’t have to find the right version. Just say it.” He looked at me. Then he looked at his coffee. Then he looked at me again,
Sinful Affairs (MM Erotica collection) Just friends we said - PART FOUR
January was when I stopped lying to myself. I can’t tell you the exact moment it happened because there wasn’t one. It was more like the way snow accumulates, each inch looking manageable until you open the door and realize it has reached the handle and you’ve been ignoring it for hours. I had been adding things to a pile for weeks and finally, in the grey flat light of a Tuesday morning in January, I looked at the pile. I was in love with Eli. Not new. That was the part that took the wind out of me. I sat with it and turned it around and looked at it from different angles, the way you do when you’re hoping the shape of something will change, and it didn’t change. It stayed exactly what it was. I had probably been in love with him for longer than this arrangement had existed, maybe for longer than I wanted to calculate, and what the arrangement had done was remove enough distance for me to finally see it clearly. Like a lens. Like light going through glass and becoming something fo
Sinful Affairs (MM Erotica collection) Just friends we said - PART THREE
December came in cold and certain, and I noticed the slippage before I had a word for it. It started with small things. Eli texted me a photo of a holiday sweater in a store window, the kind with a reindeer doing something undignified, no caption because he knew he didn’t need one. I laughed at my phone alone in my office and then, without thinking about it, saved the photo. I noticed I’d done it and told myself it was just a funny picture and moved on. He started bringing things when he came over. Good coffee, not the gas station kind he usually grabbed on his way somewhere, but the actual stuff from the place on Dearborn that has a line out the door on weekends. Once he brought a book, held it out when I opened the door, and said, “You’ll like this,” with the confidence of someone who had already decided. I read it in three days. That’s not something I do. I’m a slow reader by choice, I like sitting with books, and I burned through this one like I was trying to finish it before I
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