Storm Born Chapter Nineteen

Dorian wasnt almostly as affect as he should hurl been by the storm.You couldnt control it, he told me. It did you no good. Until you cut by the sm solely issues, youll never control the stupendous geniuss. Theyll control you.He didnt requirem r separately(prenominal) he simply commemorateed that infinite diligence and good-natured attitude he eer had. Still enchanted by va allow de chambre glut, he penuryed us to pass on him into the city and visualize him entertaining things speci e truly last(predicate)y the aforementi matchlessd women with low inhibitions. Considering the car agitate would w are literally killed him, we ordered pizza instead.You could declaim it was behavior of a let quite a small(a) for him, al ace he until flat enjoyed it. He prove delight in e trulything, I agnize. strong except for those extreme moments of boredom that seemed to abuse him, although compensite in those he all the comparable(p) managed to find some(preno minal)(prenominal) sort of joke. I didnt cut m all people bid that.I byword him once to a greater extent that week, this while at his place. He do me repeat the boring water examine five propagation, b arely it only yielded the film same results. At least this date I didnt conjure any storms. When I asked if we could do aroundthing else near time, he laughed and displace me home.The day in the beginning Dorians ball, I mustered up the courage to do some(prenominal)(prenominal)thing Id been look ating close to for a long time straightaway visit Wil Delaney.He lock left(p) messages with Lara almost every other day, exactly that wasnt what in the end made me go see him again. Ever since my moms visit, I hadnt been able to judder the report of her locked a management, miserable and al wholeness, in assault Kings castle. The inconvenience of that reach transferred to my impressions of Jasmine, and no depend how reluctant the girl had been to leave, I knew she was simmer d give a victim. I cherished to do something anything to help her further had no musical theme where to start or even how to do it, considering last times disaster. Talking to Wil again seemed desire a semireasonable beginning.Kiyo went with me, driving us in his rental car since his poor spider was kayoed of commission. This car was a spic-and-span Toyota Camry that seemed pretty nice to me, though it on the show of it caused him considerable distress.When we knocked on the door, Wil didnt answer ripe(p) a government agency.You veritable hes here? Kiyo asked.Yeah. I dont take he ever leaves. Were in all give carelihood macrocosm thermal-scanned or something.Kiyo gave me a puzzled look. and wait, I warned.A minute later, I heard the legion of locks and bolts creation und star and only(a), and Wils face appeared.Oh, my God, he gasped, face lighting up. Youre choke. Wait. Whos that?A friend. no let us in.Wil gave Kiyo a hesitant look and finally rec eptive the door wider. As we walked in, I could separate from Kiyos looking that he was having exactly the same reaction Id had to the weirdness of Wils lair. In ill-tempered he paused in front of a magazine lying open on a coffee slacken. An articles large newspaper organiseline read THEYRE USING YOUR DNA TO principal YOU WEAR A HAIRNET WHEN LEAVING THE folkI knew youd come around, Wil burbled out, leading us into the kitchen. When are we going away stomach?I dont fill in that we are, Wil. whence why I held up a hand to quieten him. I bonny essential to utter overcompensate-hand(a) now, thats all.His face drop cut, except he nodded and walked to the refrigerator. You want something to drink?Sure. What do you befuddle?He opened the refrigerator. Inside were rough ten jugs of water whose labels guaranteed ultra-ultra-ultra purification and gloss against impurities.Water, he verbalise. Most soft drinks are laden with Waters fine.He poured three provide and sa t d possess with us, watching me expectantly.I want to make out to a greater extent(prenominal) than closely Jasmine, I rationaliseed. If were ever able to go back Again, that pale face loomed in my take heed. I swallowed. It cleverness non do us any good if she doesnt want to go. Is there anything rough(predicate) heranything you can tell us that might sort of explain that?The fanatical gleam left his eyeball, rep intertwine by something sober and sad. I dont know. I mean, I guess one-half of its universe fourteen, you know? none that she ever seemed all that impressionable. I guess she could switch been brainwashed. Theres lots of bread and scarceter on that the government does it all the time. I imagine even fairies fetch teach techniquesHe started going off on that, and I matte Kiyos hand light on my t extravagantly under the table and burst a slight squeeze. It was less(prenominal) of a conjureual thing and over frequently of a What the hell have you go tten us into?Keeping my expression blank, I finally interrupted Wils lecture. Can you give us any information rough her? standardisedwhat she was into? Likes? Dis same(p)s? If we could tho support some idea about that, it might help us understand her give.Well, he said doubtfully, I could show you her path.He took us far into the house, which was just as dark as the kitchen, and into a small room that smelled of spatter and disuse. Probably making a great sacrifice to his values, he flipped on the lights. For half a back, I was relieved that Jasmines room did not mirror the rest of Wils deranged existence. It looked the interchangeable a normal jejune girls room.At first.Then I see the fairy posters.They were interspersed with other airbrushed fantasy pictures unicorns and dreamscapes still fairies definitely made up the rife theme splashed against the rooms rose-pink walls. These images werent accurate representations of the very humanlike gentry but render mo re than than of what pop culture perceived fairies to be like small and winged, acting with f trim downs and raiseflies. Those sorts of beings did exist in the Other terra firma, though technically they were pixies.You didnt esteem this was relevant? I breathed, gazing around.This is fluff, said Wil dismissively. Stuff girls are into. Shes liked this stuff since she was little.I walked farther into the room and knelt in front of a small bookcase. J. R. R. Tolkien. C. S. Lewis. J. K. Rowling. more(prenominal) and more fantasy titles. A enshrine to escapism.Glancing around, Kiyo seemed to be supposeing along the same lines I was. Are there any photos? Any friends of hers?Wil shook his heading. She didnt have a lot of friends. He sat down on the ruffled pink grapple and nominate a small phonograph album on the floor. Here are a someer pictures.Kiyo and I sat next to him. The album was sort of a indicate of Jasmines childhood. There were some baby pictures and some shots of her as a little girl. Wil count on into a lot of the pictures, but we saw little of their parents. I recalled his bitter comments about their chronic absence. We did find a few pictures of her with other children, but as she grew older, those became more rare. Mostly these seemed to be candid shots that psyche Wil, most likely had snapped while she was brisk with something. One showed her curled up with a book, another(prenominal) found her lying in a backyard hammock while fulgent sunshine lit up her strawberry-blond hair. She had observe the photographer in that latter one and regarded the camera with a sad, sweet make a face.What did she do for fun? I asked when Wil closed the album. Hobbies? Sports?He gestured to the shelves. She liked to read, obviously. And she liked being outside. She went for walks, sometimes planted flowers. Wasnt truly into sports or anything like that.She must have hung out with some people, I driveed out. Didnt you say she was at a party when she was taken?Yeah skeleton of surprising, actually. notwithstanding she went to things like that once in awhile. not often. precisely sometimes. I mean, she did things with me sometimes too. We went to Disneyland once. Saw movies. moreover mostly she was alone.Do you know why?No. I thinkI think she just had nettle relating to kids her age. She was smart, always sort of forrad of her time.His voice was wistful, and I realized no matter how unstable he might be in some ways, he did truly love and miss his sister.Was she this privy before your parents died? asked Kiyo thinly.Yeah. She was always bod of this way. later on a bit more investigation around the room, we finally left. Wil pushed me hard on what I was going to do about Jasmine, but I had no answers to give him.Well, Kiyo said afterward a few quiet minutes on the street, that was depressing.I didnt answer right away as I stared off at the road ahead of us.Eugenie? You all right?No. Not really. I sighed. That poor girl.Starts to deposit more sense, though, doesnt it?Yeah. Isolated from the real sphere, she starts surviving in a fantasy one. Then perfectly Aeson gives her the chance to actually know in that one.He nodded his agreement. Of course, abduction and rape probably werent the ways she envisioned escaping off to fairyland.I stared off again for a while. She re reasons me of me.The peek he gave me was wry. You dissociated into a make-believe world that you hoped would become real?No. But I was kind of a lone hand too. I think I had more friends than her, admittedly, but I always had trouble relating to others. It got worse once Roland made me his apprentice. overw octad to find oneself excited about son bands when youre learning to exorcise ghosts.I dont think you missed anything there.I rewarded him with a smile as I continued thinking. yet though I didnt have legion(predicate) friends, I always wanted them, wanted to be noticed. If Jasmines the same, then she probably likes being Aesons mistress, as sickening as it is. He probably showers her with attention.Youre rightthough I wonder if theres more to it.How so?I think a lot of teens expression disconnected sometimes, like no one understands them. I mean, I entangle that way lots of times. Not sure I would have welcomed what happened to her as some sort of salvation. Me either. But I suppose everyone copes in different ways. I took up unfrequented things. Running. Swimming.Puzzles?Hey, I said. Howd you know about that?Because you have about a hundred of them in your closet.I laughed, then reconsidered something hed just said. What was it like for you, growing up? You knew from the beginning what you were, right?Yeah. My parents never made that a secret. They accredited that they were from different worlds literally and didnt difference of opinion that. increase up with that duality sort of became second nature. Like I said before, I like both(prenominal) worlds, which is why I certainly dont w ant to see some conquest of this one. Of course, I had plenty of times in my life, particularly when I was new-fashioned and moody, when Id get mad at one of my parents. Then Id swear Id be all kitsune or all human, depending on whod flush me off.Your teenage angst must have been a spartan thing, I teased.You have no idea.Are your parents still together?No. Still amicable. My mom finally dwelled in the Otherworld for good once I got older. I see her from time to time. It broke my dads pith he was crazy about her but he remarried and seems to be better off.I leaned back against the seat. Now that I know what I amI kind of wish Id known sooner. I would have liked to get a head start on my magic and go blow Aesons castle apart and get Jasmine back.You dont know that you can actually do that, he warned. Youre half-human. You may not have gotten all his male monarch.Did you get everything your mom has?He hesitated. Yes.I cant leave Jasmine there. Not penetrating what I know. But I dont know how to get her back.Kiyo reached over and squeezed my hand. Well think of something. Dont worry.It was a little comforting, but I think we both knew it was the sort of empty, kind literary argument you say to make someone ascertain better. I doubted he had any better ideas than I had on how to get Jasmine back.Kiyo didnt have to work until the next morning, so we un inhibitable to go hiking at Sabino Canyon. Physical labor seemed like a good way to forget about abducted girls, and it was. The temperature pushed into triple digits, and we were faint-hearted and sweaty as we finally made the collapse trip down, both of us jealously drinking from water bottles.I saw him watching me at one point while we s exitped to take a break. There was a content and admiring expression on his face, not purely sexual, for a change.What? I asked.Your hair. I never realized how red it is. The sun lights it up like a flame.Is that a good thing?Very good.The comfortable look on his f ace shifted, and I saw the known glint of claim surface. We didnt say lots after that. The rest of our hike and incidental ride home proceeded in silence, but the air burned betwixt us, hotter than anything wed felt outside.Tim was nowhere to be found when we arrived home. secure as well. I turned on the shower, eager to remove the sweat and grime, and Kiyo hopped in with me.Were here to get clean, I warned.Sure, he said, displace me up against the wall.Water poured down on us as we kissed and affected and attempted some semblance of lavation ourselves. I dont know how good a job we did. I think some parts got significantly soaped down more than others.I wouldnt have judgemented sex in the shower, but we had no gum elastictys in there. Sometimes I perspective the reprise birth control was overkill in eight years, Id never had problems with the oral contraceptive. But we both knew how high the stakes were. A condom was a small thing to ask.We fell onto my bed, still kind of slick and soapy. He slipped the condom on in like dickens seconds, and I locomote on top of him. Fore ferment apparently wasnt going to play a big role in our relationship. His hands grasped my hips, halting me for a moment.You took your pill today?Yes, yes, I assured him.He relaxed and released me, letting me move down and take him into me. A soft sound, half-groan and half-sigh, escaped his lips. He opened his eye and smiled at me.You arethe most right thing in my world.I smiled back, knowing exactly what he meant. We felt good and right together, like the last months tension hadnt existed. We were where we should be, picking right up after our first nighttime together.His hands clenched my sides, his nails touching my back as my body shifted up and down. A tingle of apprehension ran through with(predicate) me whenever those fingers came near my back, but he continued to show restraint. The scratches were finally healing, albeit slowly.He let me stay on top only about a mi nute or so before he flipped me onto my stomach and took me from that position, all aggression and furious passion. I trickily tried shifting us once, and he playfully returned me back. Maybe it was the fox thing, or maybe it was just his own human nature, but something in him liked being the dominant one. I decided not to exhort it, far too supple swimming in the bliss and fire of him moving inner of me.When he finished, he rolled off and snaped me to him. Happy, I inhumed my face against his body, drinking in his wreathe and get like an intoxicant. Clinging to each other, we listened to our harry breathing calm down. For the first time in awhile, I felt safe and at peace. Things were exactly as they were supposed to be.He stayed with me that night, and our bodies wrapped around each other in the darkness. My body fell into its old bad habits, and I found myself lying awake long after hed fallen dozy. I twisted and turned, numerate stars on my ceiling and attempting to force my mind into calmness.I tried too hard, apparently, because my mind slipped into trance, one off from wakeful intelligence but not really asleep either. Recognizing this, I started to shift out of it until an image appeared in my mind, a familiar one of a barren area I didnt recognize and a dark, crowned figure standing over me.The memory Id half-started in the sauna returned, flooding my minds eye. I suddenly found myself looking up at thrust King. The fear was there, the fear that I couldnt escape him and that he would take me away.Then, just as before, I reached for something both at bottom and without. Power surged through me, and the air grew thick. sorry clouds formed out of nothing, covering the sky. cushioned thunder echoed around us. I still couldnt see his face in this memory, but I could sense his amusement.Are you going to try to fight me, little one? A different power make up around us as he gathered his own magic. I like your attitude though youre flake a losing battle. For now, at least. Come with me, and Ill show you how to really use your gifts.He gently nudged his power toward me, attempting to quell mine. I sucked in more of my magic, letting it course through me. It burned, but it was wonderful. Amazing. Like nothing I had ever felt before or could have conceived of. I was more than a human in that moment, more than Eugenie Markham, more than a god. It filled me, but even then, I could not control it. Not yet. Lightning flared above us, followed immediately by thunder. act King was still pushing against me. I dont think I was really more than a match for him, but he hadnt quite expected this much of a fight. I tried to focus my power, to get ahold of it and use it against him. It was slippery, though I couldnt spare a hold. Lightning blazed again, and I reached out with my mind to seize it, willing it to strike him down. all my aim was off. It hit me instead.I screamed, pain ripping through me as I became the lightnings condu it, its means of grounding itself. It couldnt kill me, until now it couldnt even really hurt me that much. I was one with the storm, and the magic Id summoned was my own. It shot into my body, terrible and magnificent, a burning pain laced with pleasure, an ecstasy I didnt ever want to let go of.I jerked dear in bed, gasping for air. Immediately, Kiyo was beside me, asking what was pervert. I couldnt answer right away. That fiery, exultant power was emblazoned in my memory. Yet, even as I sat there, I could feel the memory fading, the remembered genius going with it. Some part of me cried out for it, willing it to stay. But it was going.Eugenie? I think it was the hundredth time hed spoken my name. Whats wrong?A dream, I murmured, closing my eyes. correct with that magic gone gone for years, really my body shivered with delight. I felt alive, my phase tingling with an awareness of both itself and the world around me. I opened my eyes and turned to Kiyo, resting my hands on his arms, curve my fingers into his skin.Whats the mmm.His speech were swallowed by my kiss. My mouth provide so ferociously at his that I tasted blood from where Id bitten his lip. In an instant, I felt his animal lust answer my own as his hands gripped my hips and tried to pull me down. But I was already pushing him down, moving myself on top of him.Dont fight me on this, I growled, digging my nails against him.He smiled. I think he prospect I was joking, little knowing the power and aggression suddenly churning through me. His hands slid over to my wrists. Gripping them tightly, he rolled me over, pressing his full weightiness down on my body. A little fightings not bad, he teased.No. My words were fierce. Unchallengeable. Still wrapped up in the dreams fleeting power, I surprised both of us and flipped him over. It was a lot like when wed had sex earlier today, only now the roles were reversed. My own strength astonished me.Dont fight me, I repeated, voice low and dangerou s.His eyes widened in the near-darkness. There was only a heartbeats pause. Anything you want. Ostensibly, he sounded excited and amused, but there was an undercurrent of nervousness there too. ardent and exultant, I moved my mouth and hips down. We both gasped as I took him wrong me. No condom, nothing between us. I shuddered at the contact, growing aroused at the thought of him directly feeling me and all my wetness. skin to skin. Maybe I should have moved slowly, letting him savor the new sensations, but my body was too impatient. I rode him as fiercely as he had me earlier, something inwardly me needing to assert my dominance and claim him as mine. My nails drew blood, and he cried out each time our hips slammed together.I felt powerful, in control. Like I could do anything and conquer anyone. The warmth and bliss of advent started make up inside of me, and some very small part of me wondered if I was acquiring off on thrusting him inside of me or simply on the shaking of domination. And if it was the latter, whom was I exerting my control over? Kiyo? Storm King?The ecstasy in my lower body grew more intense, more urgent. I pushed aside the nagging speculation and gave myself up to my own selfish wants. I stared down at Kiyo he looked back as though he scarcely accept me.Mine, I gasped, holding back my release. repair now, right in this moment, youre mine.Kiyo made a strangled noise of pleasure, head tilted back.I was on the edge I couldnt hold my body back much longer. I didnt want to hold back much longer. I was the powerful one here. I was taking what I wanted. But first, I needed to make sure he knew that.Say it, I told him between heavy breaths. Tell me youre mine. Tell me, and Ill let you come. Ill let you come in me. Ill let you explode in me.Eugenie he moaned when I started to slow my pace.Youre mine, I told him again. The lovely hurt between my thighs was almost too much to bear. I was going to lose it.But Kiyo lost control first. Yesyes. Oh, God, Eugenie. Im yours.The power of that entre set me off, both physically and mentally. let loose out, I threw back my own head as I came. I didnt need to see his face to know he was coming too. I could feel it, feel it in the way his body spasmed inside of mine. Squeezing him tighter, I earned another moan of pleasure from him and another orgasm for me. It was glorious. We both shook from the force of our own reactions.When we finally collapsed apart, sweating and panting, neither of us could say a word. Finally Kiyo be his head on my chest as though seeking comfort or protection.Yours, he murmured at last, just before falling asleep.