Page 25 of Saber's Surrender

FIFTEEN

Saber

“Tell me,”Foxy insists as she lifts her head from where it’s lounged on her forearms and peers up at me from her resting place on my abs. I’ve been sifting my fingers through her hair, working through the tangled strands and feeling more relaxed than I’ve been in years.

“There’s something special about the members of the Cedar Creek branch of the club,” I begin explaining.

“I sorta put that together for myself, Weston,” she deadpans. “I get that there’s some things that are confidential and can’t be shared but tell me what you can.”

“I’ll confide in you about me and Wrecker, but that’s all I’m willing to speak about because nobody else is aware that you have knowledge about our world yet. I want to be fair to everyone,” I state. Trying to figure out the best way to describe the abilities that I have, and that Wrecker has too, has my mind spinning in a thousand different directions.

“And Dragon? He did show himself to me too, Weston, remember?”

“Yeah. I remember,” I snarl. “I still can’t believe he pulled that bullshit on you.”

“Stop being a growly bear, Weston. It’s in the past, and since getting to know him a little better over the last few days, I think he only did what he did to protect you. How can I fault him for that?”

“You may be right, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it,” I rebut. “You’re mine to protect, we’ve established that, so he should’ve come to me instead of you.”

“Maybe. But I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” She’s cute when she’s sassy, but I’m still pissed that Dragon pulled that stunt on her. He could’ve gone about it in so many different ways, ones that wouldn’t have caused her physical pain. Instead, he pulled a dick move as far as I’m concerned, and once I figure out how to tell him that while keeping myself alive, I plan to do that very thing.

“I know you can, Foxy, but you shouldn’t have to.”

“Let’s table this part of our discussion for later, Weston. Tell me.” She pesters me, her fingers lightly grazing across my ribs, which sheknowsare ticklish.

“I’ll start with me,” I state. “When we were younger, I knew there was something unique and different about me. I was scared shitless to tell anyone about it, even you. There are instances when I can look at someone and know what’s wrong with them.”

“How so?” she probes.

“Say someone was shot, I can see the bullet and the path it traveled. I don’t need to see radiology reports to have that acute knowledge. I just know.”

“When you say you can see it and you instinctively know, what does that mean exactly, Weston?”

“It’s like I have X-ray vision,” I claim, gearing up to tell her my deepest secret that nobody outside of the clubs I’ve belonged to knows about. “My aptitude is radioactive imagery. I can’t literally see through human flesh and bones, but my mind shows me pictures of the damage and path it’s taken.”

“That must come in handy,” she muses. “So when I was shocked that the kids weren’t more damaged than they were, you already knew that.”

“Sorta,” I mumble, disappointed in my lack of awareness. “I was in my head so I couldn’t see them clearly. I was so taken aback and stunned by finding Canyon, that my gift was hazy and wasn’t showing me jackshit. I wasn’t able to see past that revelation.”

A grin spreads across my cheeks when the scientist in her can’t help but put its two cents in. “Do you think it has anything to do with being biologically related to him?” she asks. “I mean, if he’s the first one you’ve ever done an assessment on who is tied to you through blood, it would make sense.”

“Maybe? I honestly thought it was just the shock of realizing I was staring at my son,” I admit. “I don’t know if there is anyone else out there who has this ability either, so it’s not like I can just pick up the phone and ask someone.”

“Would Dragon or Wrecker know?” she presses, not freaking out the way I thought she might.

I shrug because I honestly have no clue. They both have knowledge of things that others are capable of, but whether or not they’ve ever come across another person like me is anybody’s guess. “I don’t know. But I can always ask and see what they have to say. Because it could’ve been the shock, or it could’ve been the fact that he’s my son and I’m blocked from seeing anything like that where he’s concerned.”

“So, what about Wrecker?” she queries. Then she holds up her hand and says, “I know Dragon did something to me too that knocked me on my ass, but until he gives you the go-ahead, I’m okay with waiting on what he’s capable of. Wrecker, on the other hand, gave me a dick so I deserve to know!”

Chuckling, I cup one of her breasts, massaging it and reply, “And I got these as well as a pussy.”

She rolls her eyes at me then says, “Good thing I wasn’t scared because a good fright is known to cause people to piss themselves. If that had happened, it would’ve been a damn mess!”

Now I’m laughing outright at the visual she’s giving me. I’m going to have to express to her when I get my wits about me that we were in a memory and nothing that took place during that dreamwalk would affect us in the here and now. But for now, I’ll let it lie because I’m having fun with her witty commentary.

This right here is definitely something I’ve missed with her being out of my life all these years. We may squabble and bicker, but we usually get along so well, we’re one of those rare couples who enjoy spending copious amounts of time together. Whether we were studying, or just hanging out after work or classes, life was never boring when we were together.

Once my amusement dies down, I begin telling her what I’m comfortable with when it comes to Wrecker and his mystic blessings. “Wrecker is what’s known as a dreamwalker. He can go back in time and help people get through traumatic events.”

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