Page 85 of Within the Veil

"Okay, I'll bite," Ryder rolls his eyes, filled with confusion and amusement. "Worthless?"

Oberon sighs, "the true measure of a warriot lies not in the victories they claim, but in the unyeilding will to endure, to rise again and again. If one yeilds to death, the great of enemies, how can one be worthy of eternity? I do not train in the hopes that my warriors survive the training, for I do not care if they do. I do not mourn the unworthy. I'm as unyielding and unforgiving as death itself, so that my warriors can conquer every moment thereafter. Fear is a blanket, it is a veil; I am seeking, and ripping out what lieswithin the veilso that my warriors embrace the primal force that lies within their very veins." His voice resonated with a bone chilling coldness, every word like a blade.

"A simple two sentence explanation would have covered it, I swear you live your life on a stage." Hunter mutters but there is a heavy note of respect in his tone.

Oberon bows dramatically, "life is but a symphony and I am it's greatest composer."

"Or bat shit crazy..." Remi breaths out, a hint of a frown crossing her features.

Grayson laughs, "His methods may be cruel. But there is a beauty in cruelty if it is done to further greatness." Directing his gaze towards mine he inclines his head, his eyes gleaming with respect, "I admire your resolve, King. It is one that have not bared witness to often. It's inspiring."

"It is. Now I wonder how we can use these methods with our own men. Their fear of death is natural, but the intensity of that is worrisome," Zane murmurs, his brows furrowed slightly, lost in thought as his mind obviously spinning as he falls into his typical war planning.

I chuckle, and expel a breath, "I admit my intention was to ask for your blessing but it seems as I already have it?"

I phrase it as a question to all of them, knowing that Zane already gave the go ahead, out of respect but the tension that seeps from my muscles, when I feel the approval blazing through our bond, is profound.

Oberon looks around the room and an unspoken conversation flows between them. He eyes meet mine, "I believe anything less, after seeing and feeling the force your resolve and the depth of your love, would be deeply ergregious. I believe I speak for all of us when I say, I am honored to have you as a soldier and brother."

Oberon gives a slight bow and at that, I 'faede' out of the room, intent on finally showing Hudson just how much I love her.

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Hudson

I'm dreaming about books and all the plesant things in life. I'm skipping though a huge library filled with all the book porn while eating pizza and pickles. Except in my dream, I can read and eat at the same time because I suddently have multiple arms and everytime I choose a new book, 'Everytime We Touch' by Cascada plays in the background. Quite frankly, I love my mates but I will gladly stay right here with a clit sucker and pierced dildo while frolicking for the rest of my life.

Although I know I have to wake up eventually, at least in my alcove of pure magic, I can shut off the 'instant download' feature of the knowledge library. Sometimes you have to step away from life and read for the sheer pleasure of it. I want to be able to slowly turn the pages for the breathless build-up to the climax and not have the brain version of a quick movie theater handjob. I don't want mental buttered-cum-hands thank you very much.

A chuckle has me jolting out of my sleep and I frown at the loss of pizza as I sit up on the couch and look around. My heart skips a beat as blink the sleep out of my eyes and look up into King's beautiful ocean-blue gaze, as he props himself up on his elbow, his large, muscled, body a hair's length away from mine.

He reaches out to move my hair out of my face, the mere touch of his hand sending a warm shiver through me. Something has shifted with us, just as I knew it would and I find myself uncharactistically quiet.

His face melts into a soft smile,"do you know you project your thoughts when you dream?" Theres an underlying sensualiuty in his words that make all my senses leap to life.

"Mental buttered-cum-hands... that's a new one," he smirks, his hand now slowly tracing my face.

I try to breathe through my swirling emotions and clear my throat, "Yeah, well, I don't care how powerful I am, if I can only read books just by touching them, then what is the point of magic anyway?"

The hand travels down my arm, almost in wonder before he entwines his fingers with mine and laughs softly, "If there is anyone that can look a shit ton of power in the face and be upset at the possibility of not being able to read a book normally, it would be you."

I lay in the couch, my heart beating wildly. I genuienly have no idea how to progress. With Zane, I fought our attraction until he threw himself at me like the whore he is. I ignore his protests in my head.Fucking shields.Still it is true.Filthy little whore.

Then Hunter walks into my room and uses my hectic emotions about the whore, to get me into bed.

Damn right,Hunter responds.

Remi hung around the party as if the entire world was beneath her and of course that appealed to me.That hussy.

Her soft laugh echoes in my head.

Ryder, saved my reading profile and then goes out for with me for an early morning a run and fucks me against a tree like a damn long-shloged wood pecker. He cackles in my head.

Then Grayson, wakes me up with his tongue and then, like the domineering giant he is, shoves a metal ladder inside my vagina in-between classes. His deep throaty laugh comes down our bond.

Then finally, Oberon had this entire mysterious, cloak and dagger thing mixed with a whole lot of torn and wounded hero thing and well, of course I wanted to hug him and kiss his boo-boo's.

I would take offense, but I am quite mysterious.His responds fetters down, a smugness coloring his tone.

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