Slamming (Through Time 3)

Again, with Breslyn’s help they traveled to Charleston, South Carolina and purchased a beautiful home and even constructed elaborate guest quarters for Deimne who had agreed to this scheme with the stipulation that he could come and go as he pleased.

It was January. Months after the time that Jazz was supposed to have begun her work, but Breslyn played with memories and records so that this also was repaired.

Trevor, in human Glamour stood at the flagstone walkway of their pretty Charleston Garden home and waited as Jazz and Frankie looked it over. Their mouths open with surprise and pleasure before they turned to one another and squealed.

He grinned like a fool and thought, “yes. Score one for me”.

As Frankie went inside and found Deimne in the hallway, his bent arm being offered to say, “M’lady, may I show you to your room?”

“Da, oh, da, isn’t this grand?”

Jazz turned to Trevor and said, “How did you do all this?”

He rubbed his thumb superiorly at his shoulder, “Not bad for a Fae unfamiliar with human ways, eh?” He was infused with so much love that he couldn’t hope to express it into words.

“Trevor--carry me over the threshold,” Jazz whispered.

“Aye, Breslyn told me about that one,” he grinned like a boy and picked her up.

“And Trevor,” she whispered sexily. “Deimne is going to take Frankie flying so you can carry me right to our bedroom.”

“Aye,” he said on a husky note. “Oh aye!”

So they began their lives together.

But out there in the wind…was Graely.

~*~

Pestale looked around his surroundings. Crystal had told him to try and be happy.

It was a lush world.

It was full with life and that life seemed willing to be subjugated.

He had immortal female shape shifters that found him desirable. He had a world that was fruitful. He had a castle he could call his own with Morrigu, her human lover, and Hordly—only Graely was missing and he wondered if Graely had been killed. No one would tell him.

Instead, all she would tell him was to try and be happy.

She thought herself a saint and he hated her.

She didn’t know how very much he hated her.

He hid it well.

She didn’t know that all he could think about and all he could dream about was usurping her power, raping, and then killing her. He wanted to leave her ravished dead body for the Dark King to find.

He wanted to challenge his father, but first he needed to find a way to escape this lush and beautiful dimension that was smothering him.

Morrigu looked content. He could kill her human, taking away her reason for staying.

Hordly too, seemed to be enjoying himself with his little harem. There was game for Hordly to hunt and take out his aggressions on and they all seemed happy. He could change that when he wanted.

Pestale plotted his revenge. This time that revenge was centered on Crystal, the Dark King’s consort.

He was going to find a way to destroy her and then his so-called father. Then there would be no one to stop him when he went after the World.

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