“I love you.”
“So, the rings?” he reminds me.
“Ah, yes.” I lead him out to the terrace, and we sit. I explain about the Faerie Silver.
“Faerie Silver?” Cole’s outburst interrupts me.
“Yes. Vampires aren’t the only supernatural creatures walking around, you know.”
He looks at me knowingly, remembering our conversation on other life forms. “But that’s a story for another time,” I add, resuming my tale.
“So, Constantine gave you a ring. Is his a ring?” he asks when I finish.
“Yes, once I accepted it and he placed it on my thumb, where he has his, it will only ever be able to protect me. They can be crafted to be anything though, a bracelet, necklace. Anything as long as it touches the skin.”
“What happens if you take it off?” he asks.
“If I am standing in the sun, I will burst into a big pile of ash,” I say matter-of-factly.
He blanches. “Oh.” A look of horror then crosses his face. “I nearly took yours off, that day at lunch. Jesus, Liv, I could have killed you!”
I burst out laughing at his horror. “Do you think it would be that easy to take it from me if I didn’t want you to?” I smirk arrogantly.
He looks slightly relieved and says, “No, I don’t suppose it would be.”
I lean over to kiss him quickly and then take a deep glug of wine. All of this talking is making me thirsty. “After I turned Devon, I acquired two. One for him and the other is sitting in a sealed box in my safe room at home and will be yours.”
“So not all Vampires have them?”
I shake my head. “No. Many try but fail to acquire them. Only the top three tiers are even allowed to try.”
“That’s kind of elitist, isn’t it?” he asks.
“That’s one way to look at it, I suppose. We prefer to think of it as ensuring the strong remain strong,” I announce haughtily.
At this point, Devon strolls in unannounced and says, “Ah, the story of the Faerie Silver. A bunch of elitist BS.”
“Thank you!” Cole exclaims. “That’s just what I said.” Devon grins at him, as I stare at the two of them.
“Creepy!” I sing to myself as I go back inside for more wine.
“What’s up with her?” Devon flops into my vacated seat.
I don’t hear the reply as I suddenly realize what time it is. Story time took longer than I thought. I had better get dressed for dinner. I turn back towards the terrace. Cole and Devon are laughing about something and I take a minute to watch them together. I realize that soon we will be a family, the three of us. It chokes me up and catches me by surprise how much I want that for us.
Devon senses my eyes on him and asks, “What’s up, Kitten?”
I shake my head. “Nothing. I’m going to get ready for dinner.” I head to the bedroom feeling content, knowing that Devon is going to be just fine and hopefully Cole will be as well.
A fter I have done my hair and make-up, I start to get ready for going out. I have chosen a tiny black skirt, which swirls when I turn, the highest black Louboutins with red toes and a black corset, handmade in Paris.
Cole grins at me as he watches me dress. It’s simple enough for him to throw on his gear. Not so much for me. I bend over, naked and I hear him c
atch his breath. Smiling to myself, I open the drawer that contains my underwear. Yes, sometimes it has to be done, especially in the instance of short, swirling skirts. Turning with my chosen panties in hand, I see Cole’s face drop slightly in disappointment.
I grin at him. “Don’t look too sad, my love.”
His face lights up as I show him the crotchless knickers. I hand them to him. “Put them on me,” I demand. His eyes darken and he does as I ask. I step delicately into them and he slowly pushes them up my legs, his hands leaving trails of heat in their wake. His fingers lightly brush between my thighs as he finishes his task and pleasure zooms straight there. We jump apart at the loud knock on the door, as I drag on my robe.