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Fuck being rash, I moved to sucker punch the magician, quickly striking out at him.

He laughed again, the sound horrifically evil, as his eyes cowed me to the ground in pain with just a look. It sizzledthrough my veins, like a million slices of my insides shredding apart.

“You are both men in love and equally foolish,” he gloated, unweaving whatever spell he’d cast over us with a wave of his hand. “Go now, or your pain will grow. I am tired of your tomfoolery.”

We crawled from his cave and at the mouth of it, the pain stopped reverberating through my body. As soon as I took a step toward the cave, the pain came back, the excruciating discomfort nearly bringing me to my knees.

Jac grabbed my hand and led me to the onworlder. “Come on. We can’t waste time with that guy. We have to get to Faithless and rescue Sarah from Rex. Again.”

CHAPTER 16

Sarah

Impulsive.I could hear Elizabeth’s voice in my head. She had always said I was too impulsive for my own good. My older sister wasn’t wrong.

As I stood on Rex’s balcony, I thought of all the times she had called me impulsive, and all the times I countered that I was not hasty or rash—I merely thought fast on my toes, I always told her.

Watching Tolkabern enjoy the show of my companions, two things became clear to me. One, I did not like sharing their show, and two, he was not going to help us with my issues so easily.

I wasn’t sure how I knew it, but I did. I knew it in my bones.

He was too entertained by their passion to have let them get by with just one round, and I was too sickened by letting them entertain him at all. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I left. If I wasn’t there, then there would be no point for Deacon and Jacto continue being used like that. The guys would stop, and the magician would let them go. I hoped.

But when I turned toward the large glass-paneled doors to enter Rex’s bedroom, I heard something similar to the scene I had left. Pressing my ear to the door, the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking flowed to me. No, not lovemaking.Fucking.

Thesmack, smack, smack, and loud moans of someone getting pounded, in fact.

The glass panels of the doors had white sheers over them, but one had fallen open just enough for me to peer into the bedroom. Candles were lit on several surfaces of Rex’s indulgently large ostentatious quarters. On the enormous four-poster bed, Rex had a woman on her hands and knees, while he fucked her from behind.

She was a ghost like him, naked and beautiful. All ghosts were translucent for the most part, until they solidified, but their translucent status didn’t lower the volume of their sex. They were just as noisy as anyone. He had her long brown hair around his fist and another hand on her hip, while he bucked hard into her. Each time he thrusted, my pussy squeezed onto nothing.

I shouldn’t be watching this.

I turned and looked out over the moat. On the other side of the moat, tall trees stretched out as far as I could see at night, and it was a beautiful evening. A warm breeze caressed my skin, whatever was exposed by the lovely dress the conduits had made for me. The moons above—

“Oh fuck yes!” she cried out, and metal jingled.

I spun around and peered back inside to see what had changed. Rex had flipped her over on the end of the bed, and her hands were bound to chains near the footboard. The cuffs at her wrists glowed purple, and I wondered if they glowed because they affected a ghost. An enchantment or a technology I didn’t know.

It looked terrifying to be helpless to Rex’s whims, and yet…it was an expression of trust. She trusted him to do that with her—she loved it, actually. And he seemed to really like having her bound like that. His grunts were more…enthused. It reminded me of when Deacon had held me down. I let him because I trusted him. And I liked it. As I watched them, my clit swelled. Rex mounted her harder and as he did, he glanced around until he saw me through that opening in the sheers.

My face flushed at being caught, and I quickly turned back around to study the trees or the moat or anything but what was happening behind me. I almost hummed a tune to drown them out, but I was worried they would somehow hear me. Bracing on the balcony railing, I gripped it tight and tried not to think of all the sounds and their bound fun and all of the mischief running rampant in my own mind.

Until the sounds were much closer, loud and rowdy, the banging more jarring against some kind of surface.

I turned around—not to watch them—but to see what had changed once again, and my breath heaved in my body. The sheers on the doors had been mashed by the woman’s back as Rex fucked her against the doors. He watched me over her shoulder as he slammed into her repeatedly, his trademark smirk in place. My mouth went dry, but between my thighs I was very wet.

He tossed his head back and shouted wordlessly as he came in her. Then the rogue winked at me over her shoulder, before they separated. She didn’t seem to notice what he had done.

I whirled back around and took the railing for my stability again. I tried to focus on anything, but I kept wondering why ghosts couldn’t touch most things, yet their bodies had an impact on the sheers when he had fucked her against the door. I cleared my throat in hope that it would clear that dirty image from my mind, but it didn’t.

Then the door opened.

“Couldn’t stay away, hmm?” Rex crooned in satisfaction.

I exhaled a stabilizing breath and apologized. “Sorry for interrupting.”

He laughed. “You didn’t. You stayed out here like a good little voyeur.”

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