“It’s okay,” she says again, as she pulls a dress over her head. He watches as it skims down her lithe body and fall to her ankles. “In fact, it’s quite flattering in a way.”
“How so?” he inquires. This isn’t going how he thought it would. He can’t assess the situation and come up with a preemptive strike, if he has no idea what the fuck is going on.
“You obviously sense my strength and need it to fulfil yourself,” she says with a sassy smile as she exits the room, leaving him with his jaw dropping on the floor and his ego completely shattered.
He growls to himself.
Only Aefre.
Ponte, Italy, January 2015 - Aefre
I grin to myself all the way down the stairs. CK’s face was a sight to behold. Yes, what he has been doing to me is bad, but only because he never told me what he was doing. I actually don’t mind. Maybe that makes me strange, but I enjoy the fact that my essence gives him a high. Keeps him coming back. I blink once as I probably should find something off with that, but I don’t.
I amble off to find Vito as I have determined to do something about this bloody Faerie magick. Doing everything manually is like poking myself in the eye with a red-hot stake after having my Dragon magick so readily available to do everything for me. So lazy, but seriously, it needs sorting out sooner rather than later. I flick my still wet hair out of my eyes with a pout and knock on Vito’s bedroom door. He answers quickly and gives me a curious look.
“Teach me,” I demand, crossing my arms.
He leans against the door frame, his own arms crossing over his immense chest. “Teach you, what? Manners?”
I glare at him. “Magick, you arse. I need to learn how to wrangle this stupid power.”
“Wrangle this stupid power?” he repeats with a smirk.
“That’s what I said,” I grit out.
His purple swirling eyes dance with amusement as he hoists himself off the doorframe. “While I am flattered that you want me, I am not in your league, Princess,” he drawls with a mock bow.
“Oh, shut up and just do it,” I huff at him.
“Fine, but you might not like my methods. I am no teacher.” His frown goes fierce as he glares at me.
“I am sure I can handle it,” I remark, dryly. I spin on my heel and lead the way out of the castle and into the darkness. I push open the barn door and flick on the low-level light. The bare bulb is harsh to my eyes after the dark as it swings slightly in the increasing breeze since the door was opened.
“Here?” Vito asks, entering the barn with trepidation, almost like I have set a trap for him.
“As good a place as any,” I say with a shrug. A good a place as any out of the way of prying eyes. I don’t want an audience in case I make a complete tit out of myself.
“I was under the impression that Constantine wanted your father to teach you,” Vito says, cautiously.
“Only because he is scared, we will get closer if we do this,” I say bluntly. I am not stupid, and neither is Vito.
“And will we?” he breathes, coming closer.
I stare up at him, towering over me. His masculinity is overpowering my senses and all I want is to ditch the magick lessons and ride him like a cowgirl…but I step back, clearing my throat.
“Don’t,” I say, putting my hand up. A hand that suddenly, and inextricably, goes up above my head, joined by the other one and
tied with a magickal force that actually hurts my shoulders it is so tight.
“What the fuck? Vito!” I shriek as he tightens the binds with a twist of his hand.
He gives me a wicked smile and lifts his hand up slightly, causing the binds to rise and for my feet to lift off the floor. I lose both my shoes, I am kicking so hard, hoping to connect with that great big oaf, but he stands just out of my reach.
“Get out of it,” he says, crossing his arms, with a conceited smile.
“I-I can’t, you buffoon!” I scream at him, struggling with everything that I have to break the magickal ties.
“It is a simple binding spell. Get. Out. Of. It,” he reiterates slowly for my benefit.