Page 240 of Seer Prophet

“I’ll be back in a minute,” I said.

Without bothering to gauge their reactions, I walked to the oval hatch and jerked it open. I stepped over the raised lip of the doorway and entered the corridor.

I’d walked nearly to the end of the first segment when Revik caught up to me.

He didn’t say anything. He just caught hold of my upper arm, then continued to walk beside me, only now it felt like he was steering our direction, not me.

“Are we having that meeting now?” I asked, a little amused.

“Something like that,” he muttered.

After a few more doors, he turned us down a secondary corridor.

I didn’t realize where he was taking me until we stood in front of the locked door to our cabin. I recognized the security panel installed to the right of the door.

Revik leaned closer for the retinal scanner, his thumb already pressed to the panel. When the light switched off, I heard a click and Revik had his hand on the door’s handle. He shoved the door open to drag me with him inside.

The new cabin was lovely, I had to admit.

It was huge. There were windows everywhere looking at the ocean.

Well… portals on a ship, not windows.

They lined the bulkhead over our bed, and over the desk we’d moved upstairs from the tank. The bed wore a dark blue coverlet, thick despite the heated floors and walls. When we moved in for real, a group of seers headed by Maygar presented us with a “welcome home” present to congratulate us for moving out of the tank: a blue, white, and gold mosaic of the sword and sun they hung on the cabin’s ceiling.

The painting I’d made for Revik decorated one wall, too.

The mountains of the Himalayas shone from between the thin and thick lines, along with the same words in Old Prexci Revik had tattooed on his arm. I’d imparted as much of him as I could into those lines, and the profile of his face which slid into the contours of the mountains.

In the background lived another image of the sword and sun, a glowing starburst around it with just enough color to pop in the sky.

Lily declared it “beautiful” when she saw it.

Revik seemed to like it, too.

He’d been the one to hang it on the wall, and I’d seen him stare at it a few times, a small smile on his face. He told me no one ever painted a picture of him before. I found that hard to believe since his first wife had been an artist, but when he said it, I believed him.

Maybe his wife Elise didn’t paint people.

I stared at the image of his profile there now, fighting a shiver of pain.

Revik caught hold of me around the waist.

He pressed me up against the nearest bulkhead, his mouth on mine, his fingers clenching in my hair. He threw his pain at me the instant I parted my lips, and after a few minutes of that, he had his hands on my belt, unhooking it roughly while I wound my fingers into his hair.

He had his hand inside my pants.

He made me groan seconds later.

He stopped long enough to yank my pants down over my hips.

He stepped back from me to unhook his own belt, then he grabbed me up against the wall again, kissing my mouth, using so much of his light that I could scarcely breathe. My body melted against his as the pain between us worsened.

He wound his light into mine, doing that Elaerian thing.

It made my knees buckle.

“Fuck, Revik. What in the gods––”

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