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Emory bit her lip. “I do. And we’re going to find her,”she said.
“I don’t doubt it with you by my side. You want something and you just go after it. You rise to every challenge.”
She squirmed under my gaze. “Your sister is a lucky girl.”
“A woman now,” I murmured. “She’s nearly twenty.”
“Did she ever say how she knew about the Wilds?” Emory asked. “It’s remarkable that she had so much information about this place.”
It was a question I’d asked myself time and time again. How? How had she dreamt of this? How had she been so accurate in her descriptions? “I have no idea. But if—when—we find her, we’ll be sure to ask. She might be the key to understanding why the Wilds is the way it is.”
“Maverick,” Emory started, worrying at her bottom lip. “I’ve been thinking... what if someone brought Annalee here? What if they sent her those dreams?”
“But that’s not possible,” I said. “Only star elementals have the power to enter dreams.”
And they were all gone... Except El. Emory stared at me with a meaningful look.
“You think El could’ve done this?” I asked.
“Who else?” she said. “You heard her and Aron. There’s no other star elementals left.”
“That’s true, but...” I stretched an arm behind my head. “No star elemental has that kind of power. They can enter others’ dreams, but only if they’re nearby, close enough to see the person whose dreams they want to infiltrate.” They could also use their magic to put others to sleep, but once again, they had to be close enough to see the person.
Emory sighed. “True. El wouldn’t have the power to enter your sister’s dreams when she was all the way in Gilraeth. Not from here, anyway. Just more questions that we don’t have answers to.”
She paused, a wicked glint in her eyes as she sat up and peeled the tunic from her chest, then rolled her body on top of mine. “So maybe we stop thinking about all those questions. Maybe we do something else instead.”
“Maybe you’re right,” I murmured.
“Mm.” Emory pressed a kiss to my lips, her tongue slipping into my mouth as her hand slipped to my inner thigh, barely grazing my cock. “That means I have the rest of the night to show you what else I learned in that academy.”
My cock stiffened as Emory lowered herself down my body, trailing kisses down my stomach, licking, teasing until her mouth pressed against my already moistened tip.
I sucked in a sharp breath, my hand fisting in her hair. Her tongue licked around the tip and then she took my entire length into her mouth.
“Fire and fucking blood,” I groaned as she sucked, then released me, shooting a wicked smile my way.
“I might not have paid attention in all my classes, but in that one, I was a particularly good student.”
And she spent the rest of the night showing me exactly how good of a student she’d been.
Chapter Thirty-Six
EMORY
“Okay, spill,” Driscoll said from next to me.
We walked through a field of wheat stalks that reached our heads, and every time we brushed past one, it giggled.
El and Aron promised they were harmless. They walked ahead with Maverick, El signing to him as he watched intently. Apparently he knew sign language, something that didn’t surprise me. Not when it came to Maverick Von Lucas, a man of many talents.
“Spill?” I echoed, cutting a look at Driscoll.
One of the wheat stalks bent down and dipped to Driscoll’s ribs, brushing against him as he let out a shrill laugh. “Stop it, no seriously, stop it!”
He swatted it away, and it straightened, letting out its own laugh. He turned his attention on me. “It’s annoying, but I’ll take it over giant plants trying to chomp me into little pieces. And yes, spill.” He pointed to Maverick, then turned his finger on me. “What’s going on with you and Hot Professor?”
I rolled my eyes. “You love your gossip, don’t you?” I’d heard plenty of it while we followed the bone collector through Fyriad.
