Page 27 of Untraceable
Understanding hit. “That’s what the sounds are good for.”
“Yes, beauty, that is exactly what they are good for.”
“So, um. How do I ask this?”
“What?”
“Will you withdraw so I can scavenge for food?”
He kissed her again and did as she asked.
He cleaned them both up with mage fire, and she got to her knees and sighed. “Now, back to my clothes.”
“If you need any help keeping tidy as you drip, let me know.”
She wrinkled her nose. “How long does that go on?”
He kissed her cheek. “It takes as long as it takes.”
She huffed. “I don’t know how this ever caught on as a thing.”
“Fortunately, it is how all mammals work. You aren’t alone.”
She flickered some fire to catch a surge. “Would condoms be an option? Then you can deal with it.”
He chuckled. “If it is you I am with, I am attempting to capture an heir.”
She frowned. “Wait. Youwanta kid?”
“A child. Infant. Little person. Yes.”
“Well, as you are very nice to look at, I am guessing that you don’t have to fight to find a willing—uh—receptacle?”
“My partner was chosen for me long ago.”
“Well, I still have a death sentence. I have to tell you: I was shocked that no one found me.”
He reached out and stroked her cheek. “That is odd. Are you sure you didn’t obscure yourself?”
“Obscu—I think I know what happened. Or rather, who.”
A shadow moved, and a woman with a takeout bag walked into the bedroom. “It’s about fucking time. Hey, Hey.”
“Rage. Oh, my goodness. I forgot all about you.”
“I have snacks. We need to talk.”
Amori was staring at her. “How did you get in here?”
“Locks and keys are my thing. I brought breakfast for you as well, pretty boy.”
Val scrambled off the bed and grabbed the bag. There were two cups of coffee and a stack of pastries.
Her younger sister walked over to the side and crouched comfortably near the wall.
Amori looked at her. “But how did you get in here?”
“Oh, my sister is a born healer and trained necromancer. I am a born thief, trained mage. My official classification is borrower.”
