Page 112 of Court of Evil

“Seer,” she murmurs.

“I was curious why the fae called you that. They do not give titles lightly.” I look at her hands knowingly, and she pales. “I did some secret digging and research.” Her eyes narrow, and I holdmy hand up. “So I could help you. You are the type that likes the truth, so I figured you would want it too.”

“Fine.” She sits back. “And what did you find?”

“I traced your bloodline back. Your gifts, Tate, are not a freak accident. You are a descendant of an ancient, powerful fae lineage. It has been filtered down through your blood, lessened and weakened by human blood, but it’s there.” She gapes at me, and I smile. “You’re part fae, Tate, at least enough to receive some of their power and gifts. You’re still human,” I say, heading off that train of thought. “Now you simply know.”

She watches me for a moment, and I brace for her anger or sadness, but she just watches me, something gleaming in her eyes.

“What is it?” I ask, hoping she will trust me enough to share what is worrying her. I want to be her partner, her safe place. I want Tate to come to me with anything, not just about hunters, but about her life. She got her revenge and is planning an overhaul of the hunters, but there is more to her life than killing.

“When I was dying, I went to a place . . . . I thought it was the afterlife or a weird dream. There were these women, and they claimed I was one of them, but it was not my time . . . . I think they were my family. I think I am their descendant,” she shares softly, her voice almost worshipful.

“Makes sense. Fae often have visions, and coupled with your gift, you probably reached out to them beyond the grave. It does make me curious about how strong your gift could truly be. You have spent your entire life repressing and hiding it, so maybe it’s time to embrace it and train. You’re not just a hunter anymore. You are so much more. You’re a bridge to the monsters. You will need every inch of strength you have to continue that. I want to keep you safe. I want you to win.” I offer her my hand, and she lays hers in it, reading the truth in my memories. “I think we should start to train it. Let’s make you invincible.”

She looks at my hand and then to me and nods. “I think you’re right. I will probably need it for what is to come.” Her eyes go far away.

“What do you mean?” I ask, worry tightening my chest.

She blinks and looks at me. “I don’t know. I just get this feeling we need to be as strong as we can possibly be.”

Those words hammer into my chest, laced with foresight and prophecy.

Something is coming. Something we need to be prepared for.

That thought alone gets me moving.

CHAPTER 46

Isit across from Shamus on his bed, cross-legged, as he holds his hand out again. “Focus, Tate,” he snaps, and my eyes narrow in annoyance at his use of my name. I’m accustomed to the endearment he always uses when speaking to me, and I find it hard to hear my name on his lips now.

Pressing my palm above his, I close my eyes and focus on the vision I want to throw at him, and then I touch him. This time he jerks back with a laugh, and I open my eyes, grinning. “Did you see it?”

“You slapping me? Yes, good. Try again, but more detailed this time. Shove more at me, as long as you can,” he murmurs.

Nodding, I close my eyes and visualise what I want him to see. I struggled at first to get the details just right, but we found intense emotions seem to work best, such as fury, love, and lust. I focused on the first half, so now, with a wicked grin, I focus on the last.

I just can’t resist. I press my hands to his, and his groan fills the air as my eyes open to observe him. His eyes are almost glazed over as he watches my visions pouring into his head of my lips wrapped around his cock. I send him more visions as theycome to me, and when I remove my hand, he startles, his cheeks red.

“Angel,” he growls.

“Yes, commander?” I tease, blinking innocently. “Did my visions work? Maybe I’m getting better.”

“You better not ever show anyone else visions like that,” he warns.

“Or what?” I murmur as I press my hand to his leg and throw another one at him. His teeth flash in warning before he’s on me.

Our lips meet in a flurry as we tumble to the bed, the visions making us both hot and bothered, but then we hear a chuckle.

“I bet them I’d find you both still in bed.” We jerk apart, swinging our heads around to see Ronan floating close by, wiggling his eyebrows. “Looks like I got here at the right time. Don’t let me stop you. I’ll enjoy the show.”

My eyes narrow on him, but Shamus grips my chin and turns me back, his lips crushing to mine once more. He doesn’t care that his best friend is watching us, and honestly, I don’t care either. I’ve fucked both Shamus and Ronan, and I have nothing to be ashamed of.

I kiss him back, sliding my hands down his abs before I sit on my heels, eyeing him below me, then I wrap my lips around his cock. I did say I wanted him in my mouth, after all. His groan fills the air, and he thrusts down my throat, letting me set the pace as he fills my throat, and I bob on his cock, getting it nice and wet. When he’s had enough, he rips me up, and our lips meet again as he drags me down and impales me on his cock, swallowing my gasp of surprise and pleasure as he stretches me. I sink all the way down his length, my nails digging into his chest as we break apart, and then he pulls from my body and thrusts back inside me. His hand slides possessively down my body, and he rubs my clit until I cry out and roll my hips.

I ride him hard, but then I hear a noise. Glancing back with a smirk, I meet Ronan’s dark, hungry gaze as he watches me. “You sure you just want to watch, Ronan?”

His eyes flare, snapping up to mine. I offer him my hand with a wicked grin. “You’ve been inseparable with Shamus since, well, forever, so why start now?” I glance at Shamus to see him smirking, gripping my hips and urging me to move.

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