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I raised my eyebrows. “Oh? And how might we go about doing that?”

The water rippled as she glided over to me, straddling me and slowly lowering herself onto my cock.

“Let me show you,” she muttered.

Chapter 17 -Iris

I sat out on the back porch, watching the trees sway in the wind and listening to birdsong as it echoed around me. It was a beautiful view. I cradled my tea, staring out and watching it, enjoying the silence and tranquility.

Suddenly, my stomach lurched, but not in anxiety or dread. It was something moving inside me. One of the babies was kicking.

I gave a soft, breathless laugh, placing my hand on my stomach, feeling something pressing against my stomach as the baby rolled around.

I wished Alek was there. It was a special moment, one I wanted to share with him. I knew he would be ecstatic, his face lighting up as his large hand rested on my stomach.

Things had changed so much over the last few weeks. When I’d gotten here, I hadn’t been sure how I felt about being taken against my will. I’d been furious, absolutely, but I hadn’t missed being around Dad and Jason. Now, it was impossible to think I would ever want to be anywhere but here. And I could tell how much I’d changed for the better: I was more confident, in myself and my abilities. I also felt accepted, which was more than I’d ever felt back in the village.

In short, everything seemed to be going perfect.

My tea was getting cold. I pushed myself out of the chair and went back inside. Tannen looked up from where he was on his computer.

“Everything all right?” he asked.

“Yeah, of course.” I held up my tea mug. “Just thirsty.”

He nodded, looking back down at his laptop. “Alek will be back soon,” he said. “His meeting shouldn’t take much longer.”

“I appreciate you sticking around,” I said. “Sorry, it’s a bit dull.”

He shrugged. “I’d rather dull than the alternative, you know?”

“Honestly, I’m surprised you’re not peppering me with more questions. Alek told me you were the inquisitive type.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m insanely curious about you and your psychic abilities,” he admitted. “But Alek also told me specifically not to do that. Because either you would tear my head off, or he would.”

I laughed. “Yeah, you’re not wrong. Want some tea?”

“If you’re already fixing some, that’d be great, thanks.”

Just as I was about to reach for the kettle to put it on the stove, my back stiffened. Something was wrong. I could feel it deep down; it vibrated in my bones. But I had no idea what it was. Only that it was bad, and it was close.

I glanced upstairs, thinking about my phone charging on the nightstand. Alek had told me to call him if anything felt off. The hair on my arms standing on end and my senses on high alert were enough evidence to me that something felt very off.

“Tannen,” I said, my voice hoarse as my mouth dried up.

Tannen sprung to his feet, sniffing the air as he tried to locate the threat.

“What is it? Did you see something?”

Before I could answer, a knock sounded on the door, and my entire body seized. I knew that knock.

A second later, the sound of splintering wood exploded through the house as someone bashed in the front door. A gun went off, piercing my eardrums. I turned just in time to see Tannen crumple to the ground with a loud thump.

"Oh, God, Tannen.” He’s dead, please don’t let him be dead. I remembered the thump from my vision, but had never seen who it was.

I took a step toward him, then froze as a familiar figure strolled in, the barrel of a gun glinting in one hand and the blade of a knife shining in the other.

“Dad,” I said.

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