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long, always looking for 'the one.' Blaize guessed Nixie’s parents also influenced her view, as they were still a solid partnership after over a hundred years together.
Blaize had a direct approach to sex, like most Manipura energetics, but she didn’t romanticise it. She didn’t see the need. She’d seen what love could do, and it wasn’t always hearts and flowers. She wasn’t interested in a relationship.
“What’s he like as a person?”
“Well … he can be a bit … stern. Focused. But because of his earth auxiliary he’s very grounded, which makes a good contrast for his Ajna. Practical. Disciplined. Works hard.”
“Hmmmm." Blaize wrinkled her nose. "Doesn’t sound much fun.”
Nixie shrugged. “He's fairly senior in the Ajna Guild, so should be a good teacher at least."
Just what I need. A strict, joyless Professor that I'll be stuck with for the next few years. Yay.
She shook her head and turned the conversation away from her departure. There was time enough for that.
***
Indigo lay on her mat and stared up at the water-damaged ceiling.
The prophecy was in motion. Blaize and Cuinn would meet soon. And Indigo would get her chance to repay her Maven for his teachings and support.
There was little furniture in the dark and dingy bedroom, and yet although she had the whole house to herself, the meagre possessions she’d brought with her from Vancouver were all contained in this room. She travelled light.
She got to her feet and took her cell phone out of her bag. She switched it on and dialed his number. The man she’d been with as an Adherent and beyond.
She walked to the window and looked out while she waited for him to answer. The property was at the end of a lane, a twenty-minute drive from Merrow. There would be no one to interfere when she had Blaize here.
A click at the end of the line. “Indigo.”
“Another piece of prophecy is confirmed. She’s coming. He’s agreed,” she said.
“Get a job in town. Get more information on Cuinn and the set up at their house. Keep seeking more of the prophecy.” The man’s warm tones were deceptive. Underneath the velvet, there was a dark brutality in the voice that expected her instant obedience.
“And she’s mine?” Indigo tried to keep the need out of her voice.
The silence echoed down the line, and Indigo shifted, pressing her palm against the window. The cold bled into her bones.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
She was left with silence as he hung up.
She felt jittery, wired. She strode over to the door and threw it open. She ran down the creaking stairs and went out the old house’s back door without pausing to grab a jacket. She was burning up, her energy keeping her warm. Too warm.
She went to the back of the overgrown garden where she’d set up a rough area for energy practice and stood in the centre of the charred circle. She took a deep breath. She pulled energy and forged the hottest fire she could between her hands. She put all her hate and shame into the flames. Then she spun and threw the burning sphere as fast as she could at the metal target fifty yards away. Sparks flew as the fire engulfed the metal, and it glowed a dark, angry red.
Her body trembled like an addict’s. She panted and her sides heaved as she sucked in deep breaths. She needed more energy, and these days, she struggled to draw on the ether without help. The impetuous burst had tired her out. The chill damp of the spring morning drained the heat from her, and the trembles in her limbs intensified. She trudged back towards the house.
She needed to conserve her energy, not waste it. Her Maven had promised her Blaize, which would solve a lot of Indigo’s problems, but only if she was able to catch her, physically or energetically. If Indigo wasted her chance, he wouldn’t forgive her. And he was unlikely to give her another opportunity. He’d punish her, or watch her suffer withdrawal symptoms.
Either of which could kill
Blaize had a direct approach to sex, like most Manipura energetics, but she didn’t romanticise it. She didn’t see the need. She’d seen what love could do, and it wasn’t always hearts and flowers. She wasn’t interested in a relationship.
“What’s he like as a person?”
“Well … he can be a bit … stern. Focused. But because of his earth auxiliary he’s very grounded, which makes a good contrast for his Ajna. Practical. Disciplined. Works hard.”
“Hmmmm." Blaize wrinkled her nose. "Doesn’t sound much fun.”
Nixie shrugged. “He's fairly senior in the Ajna Guild, so should be a good teacher at least."
Just what I need. A strict, joyless Professor that I'll be stuck with for the next few years. Yay.
She shook her head and turned the conversation away from her departure. There was time enough for that.
***
Indigo lay on her mat and stared up at the water-damaged ceiling.
The prophecy was in motion. Blaize and Cuinn would meet soon. And Indigo would get her chance to repay her Maven for his teachings and support.
There was little furniture in the dark and dingy bedroom, and yet although she had the whole house to herself, the meagre possessions she’d brought with her from Vancouver were all contained in this room. She travelled light.
She got to her feet and took her cell phone out of her bag. She switched it on and dialed his number. The man she’d been with as an Adherent and beyond.
She walked to the window and looked out while she waited for him to answer. The property was at the end of a lane, a twenty-minute drive from Merrow. There would be no one to interfere when she had Blaize here.
A click at the end of the line. “Indigo.”
“Another piece of prophecy is confirmed. She’s coming. He’s agreed,” she said.
“Get a job in town. Get more information on Cuinn and the set up at their house. Keep seeking more of the prophecy.” The man’s warm tones were deceptive. Underneath the velvet, there was a dark brutality in the voice that expected her instant obedience.
“And she’s mine?” Indigo tried to keep the need out of her voice.
The silence echoed down the line, and Indigo shifted, pressing her palm against the window. The cold bled into her bones.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
She was left with silence as he hung up.
She felt jittery, wired. She strode over to the door and threw it open. She ran down the creaking stairs and went out the old house’s back door without pausing to grab a jacket. She was burning up, her energy keeping her warm. Too warm.
She went to the back of the overgrown garden where she’d set up a rough area for energy practice and stood in the centre of the charred circle. She took a deep breath. She pulled energy and forged the hottest fire she could between her hands. She put all her hate and shame into the flames. Then she spun and threw the burning sphere as fast as she could at the metal target fifty yards away. Sparks flew as the fire engulfed the metal, and it glowed a dark, angry red.
Her body trembled like an addict’s. She panted and her sides heaved as she sucked in deep breaths. She needed more energy, and these days, she struggled to draw on the ether without help. The impetuous burst had tired her out. The chill damp of the spring morning drained the heat from her, and the trembles in her limbs intensified. She trudged back towards the house.
She needed to conserve her energy, not waste it. Her Maven had promised her Blaize, which would solve a lot of Indigo’s problems, but only if she was able to catch her, physically or energetically. If Indigo wasted her chance, he wouldn’t forgive her. And he was unlikely to give her another opportunity. He’d punish her, or watch her suffer withdrawal symptoms.
Either of which could kill
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