Page 157 of Gift from the Wing

The hunger for me pumping between his bond to mine is almost overwhelming. I’ve felt Tillman’s pride plenty of times now, but this…this is fucking heady.

My eyes are dilated as he breaks away from me and I shove my dragon down because all she wants is to pounce on him. Our ghost doesn’t give us a chance, though, as I’m wrapped in shadows and twirled around like a ballerina.

“Dangerous little Primary. You didn’t pull a single punch,” he says low as he leans down to my ear.

“Of course I didn’t. I wanted us to win,” I breathe.

“Good girl.”

My body trembles in his hands, and his dark chuckle engulfs me as I’m passed off to my dragon man. You’d think for a beast so dominant, he’d be a little upset at being forced to submit, but instead, he’s hungry smiles with devilish eyes.

“If you wanted me on my knees for you, little wanderer, all you had to do was say so. I’ll gladly bow to you and worship you the way you deserve to be,” he purrs and I melt.

Fuck.

Nothing in the realm can compare to sparring the way we just did, then have each of them look at me like I’m something so spectacular. There’s not a shred of anger, resentment, or anything with a negative connotation in relation to how they feel about the Primaries’ victory.

If anything, they’re the opposite. As if us winning makes each of them feel better, more confident, and determined.

The blaring sounds of Tillman’s and Corentin’s timekeepers startle me, and I flinch in Draken’s arms. The thrill of this training distracted me from the reality of what the rest of my day will look like now that it’s over.

The sting in my nose is instant, and I suck in a deep breath. Regulating my now pounding heart is even harder as the guys close in on me, but I force it to calm.

“Everything’s going to be okay, princess. We’ll meet at the mansion for lunch, then you’ll transport back with us. And if you need any of us in the time between then, we can be here in seconds,” Corentin says softly.

“I know. I’m just being emotional. I’ll be fine once I’m knee deep in research and my mind’s distracted.”

“The Amplifier room, Primary. If you’re having mini visions of what’s about to happen minutes in the future, you’ll be spending the morning there. Honing that in,” Caspian commands behind me.

Well, damn it. No dipping my toes in on this new routine.

I’m being tossed right on in.

“Why has this spell been concealed from my knowledge and why have the two of you kept it from me?” Caspian growls darkly, cornering San and Gaster.

To say he’s not taking being informed about the Recollection spell very well is an understatement.

Keeper snickers as he walks up to us with two mugs of coffee in his hand, one for me, the other for himself. Caspian’s deadly glare does nothing but make him laugh harder as he walks away to explore CC’s room.

San rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. It takes a good bit to ruffle the walking library, and him not telling Caspian a tidbit of the knowledge he holds in his mind is the least of his concerns. Gaster, on the other hand, looks guilty, and I’m a second away from stabbing Caspian in the ass with my shadows for making him feel bad.

“There’re reasons why certain spells have basically been wiped from the books, Caspian. It’s a powerful spell that doesn’t need to be in everyone’s hands,” San states boredly.

“But it should be in yours and not mine? You already have a gift that remembers everything you fucking read.”

“Calm down, Cas. They’re going to teach it to you now, so all’s okay,” I say softly, trying to hide my smirk behindhis back.

“All is not okay, thank you very much, Primary. You didn’t tell me either. I want a legitimate answer. Now.” He huffs.

I shake my head and look at Gaster with pleading eyes, begging him to give Cas a reason that is worth his while so he can get over this. It’s not usually my darkest of men who gets so worked up over things. That’s typically Draken, but this surely has him bent out of shape.

“Some things are better to forget, Caspian. This spell is one that wraps completely around the mind, and when you activate it, it remembers any and everything that transpires until you deactivate it. Even once deactivated, you still have your own consciousness that can recall the events that take place. Until now…” Gaster trails off, looking between the two of us before sighing. “Until now, my boy, this was not a spell I thought would be in your best interest to know. I do believe you can agree with me on that.”

Caspian’s dark eyes gaze down at me, and I watch as the anger bleeds away. We both know there’re things he’s both done and experienced that I’m sure he recalls fragments of but doesn’t need or want to remember it all. With a spell like this around his mind before now, he would’ve kept it activated all the time. We both know that, and we know that would’ve done more harm than good.

“Fine, yes, I agree. But that’s no longer the case, and you’ll be teaching it to me now.” Caspian compromises and Gaster deflates.

“Yes, I believe you’re ready now.”

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