Page 11 of Bound By Darkness

I remember the word I shouted earlier in the truck, the word Anona and her henchmen mistook as a spell.

“Silvanus,” I say.

The man nods slowly.

I regard him with interest, like one might a deer in the woods. His eyes are clouded, filled with a deeper sense of understanding that changes his appearance. He’s fundamentally different from me, this I know. A creature of neither shadow nor light. But he’s raw power. It echoes off him in rivulets that charge the air around me.

It’s almost as if he exists without identity. His presence seems at once both solid and transitional, and I realize his hard, steady gaze is actually a call to follow him.

I can’t explain why but I feel safe with him here, as if there’s a higher power at work that has my best interests in mind. It’s a comforting thought, considering safety isn’t something I’ve experienced much in recent memory. Of course, there were moments with Dragan when I felt utterly safe—when he made me feel safe.

That thought causes a deep and sad feeling in the pit of my stomach and I have to release it.

As I do, I drift toward this natural being, this Silvanus. My legs glide beneath me, seemingly of their own accord.

The man slinks in and around the trees, at times disappearing entirely and then, just when I think he’s vanished in a wisp of fog, he reappears again. His eyes are deep, intent, and all-seeing, urging me deeper and deeper into the forest. He picks up speed and before long, I’m jogging to keep up with him between the dense thickets of branches.

I’m panting by the time we reach a small pond, its surface still and covered with ethereal curtains of mist that hang in the chilly air. Finally, I see the man appear in his full form.

He’s large and pale, the ideal of the male form with sinewy muscles and long, lean limbs. He’s entirely naked, but no part of him is innately sexual (though to deny my sense of deep attraction and fascination would be untrue). His cock is limp but large and I find it difficult to keep my eyes on his face.

When he speaks, it’s as if his voice enters me from the ground up, rather than from his mouth to my ears. It’s the voice of the forest, thick, deep and knowing. Unconcerned and yet weighted with world history.

I have come as a warning,he says as I realize I’m hearing his voice in my head.Of things to come.

“You can see the future?” I say out loud but then realize I should probably communicate in my mind, the same way he is.You can see the future?I think in return, but as I think the words, I adjust my inflection from a question to a statement. I don’t need his answer to know he can see the future. He’s a being set apart from time. That knowledge reverberates through me.

But why has he come to me? What does he want from me?

You seek answers, he replies, ignoring my question. I nod, not quite sure how to respond.

He takes a few steps closer and I can feel the coldness of the mist that surrounds him. My gaze moves down the line of his body again.

You have not fed,he remarks as he looks at me.

I don’t…I start. “I don’t understand,” I say outloud. I don’t know why, but it’s difficult to have a conversation with him within my head.

You travel with three able-bodied males, and yet they have not copulated with you?

I drop my head as a blush steals my cheeks.I don’t know what to say,I answer.

You cannot deny your true nature, female, or you will suffer for it.

I don’t know what I am, I admit, and he shakes his head.

You know what you are.

And then he’s directly in front of me, but I don’t remember seeing him move. I glance down and watch as he moves his left hand forward and brings it between my thighs.

What,I start but he interrupts.

You cannot continue to rely on me for the release your body needs.

I don’t understand why I don’t stop him, but I don’t. I want him to touch me. And when his fingers graze the sensitive nub between my thighs, I feel myself grow wet as I fight to keep a moan from escaping my lips.

Great motions are at work,he continues as he looks down at me. I fight to pay attention to his words.Motions that will alter the course of history forever.

You’re referring… to the kings,I say as I glance down at his penis and find it’s now erect and… massive. A thrill begins inside of me, and when he inserts his fingers into me, I close my eyes and rock against him.

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