Page 182 of Last Gift: Supernatural Battle

“Yes, High Esteemed. I’ve run it past Chistyr and some of the more powerful grimoires to be sure.”

I flattened the parchment and ran my eyes over the document that would set a trial in motion and force a council of coven leaders to form and pass a verdict.

Basilia peered over my shoulder. “Who is the original coven?”

“My parents’ coven,” Wild answered. He didn’t need to see the document. He was reading it through my eyes.

I summoned a quill. “They failed to uphold their contractual alliance with us. We plan to make sure they’re held accountable.”

Even if we didn’t win the trial, the show of resistance and open challenge might make the original coven think twice about fucking with us again—or another coven for that matter.

I signed the document and passed it back to Ruby. “Go for it.”

She smirked. “With relish.”

Andie took a sip of water that was at complete odds with how she’d… well, wolfed down her tower of food. “I heard magus talking about playing Caves on the way in. I thought the game was done. You changed your mind?”

Caves. The game I hated to love and loved to hate. “The coven has decided we’ll play Caves once a year. The game was part of our culture for a long time, and I can understand that some magus don’t wish to let go of what they perceive as a tradition and part of their identity. Once a year is less than some want, but there’s still a threat against us, and the coven agreed a yearly game wouldn’t be too distracting. Now Caves will be more of an event, perhaps a festival, and an opportunity to invite other covens along.”

“I wouldn’t mind coming to watch,” the Luther replied.

“If there’s a VIP tent, then I’m there,” Basilia added.

I grinned. “For you, I’ll set one up.” A dose of foreign supernatural would be good for magus in general.

Wild took my hand after. “How about a dusk stroll on the knolls?”

“When you rhyme like that, how can I say no?” I replied.

His answering chuckle warmed me.

“That sounds lovely,” Andie stated. “No offense, but being underground gives me chills.”

Sascha kissed her temple. “Mind company?”

“Never yours,” she answered him, sending a soft smile with her words.

Wild and I took the lead, and the other couples trailed behind us.

Fresh air broke over me, with the tiniest amount of chill from the change in season. Summer was officially behind us, as was the immediate fear of attack and death.

The knolls appeared as it ever had, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever forget the sight of it as a bloodbath.

“I haven’t paid homage to the new high esteemed,” Wild murmured against the back of my hand.

I arched a brow. “Does your back bend that way?”

“I only seem to recollect the way your back can bend. How the rest of your body can bend, too, for that matter.”

“I wonder if it will still bend for you… considering you haven’t paid homage and all.”

Wild stepped close, humming low. “I had an idea that I could pay homage directly. In the flesh, so to speak.” He brought his lips to my ear. “With these lips between your legs and your hands in my hair.”

“I see,” I managed to reply.

“No you don’t,” he answered.

I gasped as a vision of me held upside down and naked, my pelvis to Wild’s face, hit me square in the forehead. His erection was in my mouth, muffling my screams as he feasted between my thighs.

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