Page 293 of Seer Prophet

“Hello, Revi’.” The Terian body Revik knew best grinned wider at him. “Have a seat!”

He patted the suede next to him. That crazy spark gleamed in his light-colored eyes, even as he made a polite motion towards the other empty segments of couch.

“Please!” he called out to the others. “All of you! Take a load off! Order drinks! On the house, of course! Are you hungry? Want a foot rub? Your cocks sucked? Pussies fucked? Everything is free, free, free!”

Revik’s jaw hardened more.

Terian turned that grin back on him, adjusting his lower body in the couch. “Relax, my Illustrious brother! I will not hurt you! And I won’t tell daddy you’re here. As always, your timing isabsolutelyimpeccable. Could not havebeenbetter!”

As he said it, his hand shifted directions in mid air, turning into a more eloquent expression of interest aimed at the main stage.

Revik followed his fingers, almost outside of his own will.

Once he had, his mind stopped working briefly.

He watched her, as she walked out on the tiled black stage. Time stopped, the room’s sounds receded, all but the click of her heels on the slick, mirrored surface.

The clothes were only part of it. His body reacted before his mind knew what it was seeing, even past the heavier currents of light under multiple constructs.

Even with that, even here, he felt her light.

He felt her real light, even as the construct tried to manipulate that light in front of him.

His throat tightened until he couldn’t breathe when his eyes shifted down, and he realized what she was wearing.

“Holy shit,” Jax muttered from next to him.

Revik didn’t need to glance behind him to know he wasn’t the only one staring at the stage.

Fighting a sudden, irrational urge to snarl at all of them for gawking at his wife, given what she was wearing, or really,notwearing, he bit his lip until he tasted blood.

Still, his eyes remained on her, and on the lacy, black?well, essentiallyunderwear?she wore, covered only in theory by a filmy, see-through top that shifted colors under the rotating lights. He bit his tongue harder when she began to move, until he could taste enough of his own blood that bile rose to his throat in reaction.

For a brief instant, he saw Allie’s eyes shift up towards where he stood.

He knew he was in the dark, that the lights in her face made it unlikely she could see him, but he froze anyway, fighting to control the pain that wanted to take over his light. She continued her hip-swaying walk to the end of the long platform, what looked like a model’s runway now that he could see it from above, then slid smoothly into a crouch, following the music as seers and humans seated at the tables in front let out wolf-whistles and cat-calls.

Revik watched her, his jaw loosening as she glided back into a full stand and undulated her hips.

“Holy fuck,” Jax muttered again.

Next to Revik, Dalejem’s light had gone entirely still.

Revik followed his wife’s body with his eyes as she danced, leaning against a pole that appeared suddenly from the middle of the stage.

“Sit down, brother,” Terian said. “You can see very well from here… I promise you!”

Revik turned, staring at the amber-eyed seer.

“Don’t get any ambitious ideas, Revi’.” Terian smiled, his voice containing a faint warning as he inclined his head, indicating for Revik to sit. “You know I would have thought of that, yes? You must additionally know she required… err,persuasion… to perform this little show for you. I have a few backup security measures in place. That collar she’s wearing, for one.”

Pausing, likely to make sure Revik parsed his meaning, Terian made another graceful gesture with his hands, that one more apologetic.

“…I may have a flair for the dramatic, old friend, but I did not intend to die here today, brother Syrimne.”

Revik looked back at the stage, feeling his light spark around him a second time, more intensely than he could entirely pull back. He watched Allie’s leg hook the pole, right before she slid into a graceful arc around it. He couldn’t help but react, even apart from the realization that every male in the room was staring at her. Pain slid inexorably through his light, enough that the seers standing next to him, Dalejem in particular, stepped back.

Jax actually sucked in a breath, as if he’d been hit in the solar plexus.

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