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“Let’s go home,” Lily said, smiling at me happily.
The Earth faded into the background as we reemerged in my Ikmal cell.
Small, cramped, with no fresh air or open spaces… and yet I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Because she was here.
25
LILY
The next few days were largely a repeat of the previous one but with one major difference. Druin did not take part in the fighting pit competition and few had seen hide or hair of him since his most recent defeat.
No doubt he couldn’t live with the shame.
Good. He deserved it. No, he deserved much worse. But I tried not to dwell on him.
The wounds he’d inflicted on me had already mostly healed. They were nothing but slight red marks barely visible now. I focused on Ohara and his rise to the top to maintain his position as Champion.
No one had yet quite figured out how he managed to get Druin to perform as his own living meat puppet, but it wouldn’t take long before they did.
Then they would all wear helmets — and likely glue them into place. But for now, the advantage was a keen one and Ohara used it in the pits every chance he got.
He blew a kiss to me after each victory and I continued writing him my notes on how to defeat his opponents. I didn’t know if he received them or not but I kept on writing and sending them anyway.
And each day, he would come up those steps, often sporting new injuries while recovering from old ones, and his eyes would focus on mine, as mine were on his, and the other Prizes never seemed to get tired of seeing us Claim each other, and made soft “Aww”ing noises when he picked me up and carried me out of there.
I liked to imagine us in different surroundings — every bit as real as the ones he often fashioned for us when we were alone together with his unique ability — where I wore a long flowing white dress and he carried us over the threshold to our new home…
And I knew I should have shaken my head of it, dispelling it for the fantasy it was… except it kept on repeating itself to me over and over again…
And the truth was, well, I didn’t want to stop those fantasies from coming, just as I didn’t want him to stop coming up those steps and Claiming me.
He took me to his cell and made mad passionate love to me, every time, and without fail, and I often marveled at his creativity, how he seemed to always add a little surprise to even the most simple of positions.
Every trip to his room was another exploration into the depths of forbidden ecstasy.
I rode him as hard and as long as I could. My muscles were strengthening and my heart and lungs expanded and made our sessions marathons in duration. And yet, underneath it all, I sensed something was wrong.
It was in his looks at me sometimes, the way he regarded me and held me tight. Sometimes his lips moved as if the words they wanted to say were right there, ready to spill forth…
But never did.
I decided that he would tell me when he thought the time was right, but that time never seemed to come, and so, curiosity getting the better of me, I asked him:
“What is it?”
“Hm? What’s what?”
“Whatever it is you’re thinking about.”
His eyes flicked up at me and dragged a smile behind them. It was real and genuine… but it wasn’t related to what he was thinking right then. “I was thinking how beautiful you look tonight.”
Normally, I would have melted into his arms and it would spur another furious round of lovemaking, but this time I controlled myself.
“No, it’s not that,” I said. “It’s something else. Something you want to tell me… but haven’t yet. Something you’ve wanted to tell me ever since we first met…”
He blinked in surprise and a smile spread his lips wide. “I’m not the only one with a unique ability.”
