I'm going to contact my master, the Master of the City. His power seemed to feed off his own violence. He drew us both to our knees with his arm around my waist. Jean-Claude lowered his face over mine, more of his weight pressing in his hands, against my wrists, so even as he came closer, I was held more tightly.
The Church of Eternal Life doesn't allow its members to strip, or do anything else the church considers morally questionable. It was as if this time it was I who put up the shields. Go outside, Arnet, get some air, he said, smiling, trying to take some of the sting out of it. He had opted to be on duty during the wedding so that other people could attend.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.