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until he finished. He had one comment only. “A complete report—this just might work.”
She could see his course of action was quickly forming and chose not to wait.
“You will stay in this room tonight. As a Leader, I have certain rights. One of them is to take a permanent mate. I will introduce you at Wicca Role Call as that mate. This is for their benefit and your protection only. In practice, you remain my Hunter, which may or may not require you to be my consort.” A small mound of seed held out to a foraging crow.
“I will take my chances out in the hallways.” Kimraig turned to leave.
“Too late for that, your gear is being moved at this moment.”
“Do I have a choice?” Kimraig asked. He had not had one yet tonight.
“None, your uniform and battle armor will be delivered to you tomorrow morning in plenty of time for you to get to the basement for our departure.” Leader Breen was in control now. She knew she had to soften her stance.
“Just as you are reluctant to sacrifice another Leader, I cannot risk losing you until we have examined One Nine.”
“You will be here with me, I suppose.” he eyed the double sleeping mat as he spoke.
“My Hunters and I will spend this last evening together. Tomorrow they report to their new Queen.” When he did not answer, she left him an open invitation. “There will be other evenings.”
“Yes Miss.” Always address females with the proper grace. He would not be controlling her with sex as he had before. Oh well, a good night’s sleep would have to do.
She turned her back on him and made her exit from a door hidden behind the mirror. She hoped to leave Kimraig behind, but it was not to be. Memories of him would not leave her alone.
Flattened hands force their way between her biceps and ribs, being careful not to tickle. Gently, her elbows lifted away from her gown, finally letting it slide to the sleeping mat. Hands, with his fingers leading, lightly stroked every inch of her.
Warm hands—open lips with flicking tongue—working its way down her back.
No air, knees are paste, falling.
Arms twist her to face him, loss of balance, automatic reflex, open legs seeking.
Finally—release.
It made no difference. She knew she could not stop what would happen tomorrow, but at least she had kept him away from the hallways.
Along the five different approaches to Kimraig’s quarters, teams of assassins melted back into the nooks and crannies of Number 4 Building.
* * *
Number 5 Building
Inside the Builder’s Council Chambers
10:15 AM next morning
Seven votes in all and no decision. For the first time in over two hours, the multitude fell mostly silent. When quiet had fully settled, the Sergeant at Arms noticed the imposing woman standing in the open chamber doors. One glance was enough to send the Sergeant running towards the Leader of Leaders who stood addressing the assembly.
Mistress Ann had not worn her indigo blue robe identifying her as a Superior. Instead, she had dressed in the travel jacket and trousers she favored when alone in her building. She would not be here, had Leader Breen not called her with a problem.
The teleprompter was in total control of Leader Pace, the Leader of Leaders and number one in the Wicca Council. She did not hear the quiet suddenly descend around her. She did not feel, or choose not to feel, tugs to her clothing. Her speaking consumed her completely. Only a loudly shouted command and pointing arms brought her out of memorized preparation.
Had the Sergeant at Arms shouted at her?
Once the identity of the old woman forced itself into her conscious mind, Leader Pace almost flew down the two small steps to fetch the old woman. The reigning Mistress of the Five Superiors must not be kept waiting. Mistress Ann designed this ruling body, and took time to make sure no one changed the rules. A majority vote from these Superiors, who reported to her, could override any decision made on Council floor. And they did
She could see his course of action was quickly forming and chose not to wait.
“You will stay in this room tonight. As a Leader, I have certain rights. One of them is to take a permanent mate. I will introduce you at Wicca Role Call as that mate. This is for their benefit and your protection only. In practice, you remain my Hunter, which may or may not require you to be my consort.” A small mound of seed held out to a foraging crow.
“I will take my chances out in the hallways.” Kimraig turned to leave.
“Too late for that, your gear is being moved at this moment.”
“Do I have a choice?” Kimraig asked. He had not had one yet tonight.
“None, your uniform and battle armor will be delivered to you tomorrow morning in plenty of time for you to get to the basement for our departure.” Leader Breen was in control now. She knew she had to soften her stance.
“Just as you are reluctant to sacrifice another Leader, I cannot risk losing you until we have examined One Nine.”
“You will be here with me, I suppose.” he eyed the double sleeping mat as he spoke.
“My Hunters and I will spend this last evening together. Tomorrow they report to their new Queen.” When he did not answer, she left him an open invitation. “There will be other evenings.”
“Yes Miss.” Always address females with the proper grace. He would not be controlling her with sex as he had before. Oh well, a good night’s sleep would have to do.
She turned her back on him and made her exit from a door hidden behind the mirror. She hoped to leave Kimraig behind, but it was not to be. Memories of him would not leave her alone.
Flattened hands force their way between her biceps and ribs, being careful not to tickle. Gently, her elbows lifted away from her gown, finally letting it slide to the sleeping mat. Hands, with his fingers leading, lightly stroked every inch of her.
Warm hands—open lips with flicking tongue—working its way down her back.
No air, knees are paste, falling.
Arms twist her to face him, loss of balance, automatic reflex, open legs seeking.
Finally—release.
It made no difference. She knew she could not stop what would happen tomorrow, but at least she had kept him away from the hallways.
Along the five different approaches to Kimraig’s quarters, teams of assassins melted back into the nooks and crannies of Number 4 Building.
* * *
Number 5 Building
Inside the Builder’s Council Chambers
10:15 AM next morning
Seven votes in all and no decision. For the first time in over two hours, the multitude fell mostly silent. When quiet had fully settled, the Sergeant at Arms noticed the imposing woman standing in the open chamber doors. One glance was enough to send the Sergeant running towards the Leader of Leaders who stood addressing the assembly.
Mistress Ann had not worn her indigo blue robe identifying her as a Superior. Instead, she had dressed in the travel jacket and trousers she favored when alone in her building. She would not be here, had Leader Breen not called her with a problem.
The teleprompter was in total control of Leader Pace, the Leader of Leaders and number one in the Wicca Council. She did not hear the quiet suddenly descend around her. She did not feel, or choose not to feel, tugs to her clothing. Her speaking consumed her completely. Only a loudly shouted command and pointing arms brought her out of memorized preparation.
Had the Sergeant at Arms shouted at her?
Once the identity of the old woman forced itself into her conscious mind, Leader Pace almost flew down the two small steps to fetch the old woman. The reigning Mistress of the Five Superiors must not be kept waiting. Mistress Ann designed this ruling body, and took time to make sure no one changed the rules. A majority vote from these Superiors, who reported to her, could override any decision made on Council floor. And they did
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