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Mzatal wrapped his arms around me. “And I as well,” he said. “Were it any other day, I would not leave these chambers.”
I shifted to nuzzle his neck. “After this is done, we must research how to conduct rituals from bed.”
He laughed. “What do you think I have been contemplating this morning?”
“You do know I sometimes set things on fire?”
“I have faith that your skills have improved since that incident,” he replied, giving me a squeeze.
Gri
I felt him harden—more of that demonic lord quick recovery and response at work. His hands went to my hips, and then he lifted me with ridiculous ease and slid within me. I let out a low groan and began to move against him.
“Trace again,” he said, smiling in enigmatic i
I chuckled low in my throat, then did so while he did his utmost to break my concentration. After that he found new and interesting ways to distract me as I traced the next series, and the next. At long last I found myself—somehow—upon the table in the main room, the final series of the upcoming ritual drifting in luminescent perfection above me, and my body humming with languid pleasure.
“I think I know the series pretty well now,” I said, gri
Mzatal leaned down and kissed me. “You have mastered it, indeed.”
“Please tell me you don’t train Idris like this?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.
He laughed, shook his head. “No, you have a unique advantage.” He pushed off me, then picked me up and carried me toward the bath chamber. “And now it is time to prepare, that you may kick all the ass in the coming ritual.”
After a bath that we somehow managed to finish without any more distractions, it was time to dress and get ready for departure.
My usual style of clothing for ritual fell into the comfortable, casual, easy-to-move-in category. Today’s wasn’t going to be much different, though I stayed away from anything silky and flowy. I wanted to be able to run and move and all that good stuff, but I also wanted to wear something durable enough that it wouldn’t get ripped right off me in a fight. That would probably be a little distracting.
But since I had the style sense of a near-sighted hamster, I’d decided to throw caution to the wind and leave my wardrobe up to the zrila.
And wow, did they ever rise to the challenge: comfortable knee-high boots, black pants made out of durable denim-like material but a lot softer and a lot more flexible, and a really cool sleeveless wrap shirt with a black sash to belt it all in at the waist.
I preened in front of the mirror. “I look like a badass,” I a
Mzatal had the grace not to laugh at my posturing. “You are indeed glorious.”
I flashed him a grin. “A glorious badass.” Turning away from the mirror, I took a settling breath. “I guess I’m ready to go,” I said.
He took my hand. “The others await.”
My nerves rose again. I had the brief impulse to pounce on Mzatal and enjoy some stress relief, but I knew that was simply a delaying tactic. Okay, it would definitely relieve some stress, but I’d still have to go and do this thing no matter what.
He slid me a look as we walked, a hint of a smile twitching his mouth. “It would be a shame to dishevel the braiding Faruk made in your hair,” he murmured, telling me clearly that he’d read my impulse. His own hair was once again perfectly contained in a complex braid, its utter blackness beautiful against the grey and silver brocade of his tunic coat.
“I bet you could find a way to do it without messing up my hair,” I said slyly.
His hand briefly tightened on mine. “If I were to take you now,” he said, “your hair and clothing would be quite disheveled.”
I laughed. “Tease.” But even the simple banter was enough to quell my nerves. Well, somewhat. This was still a huge thing we were about to do. And neither of us had any doubt that Rhyzkahl would make an appearance.
Our footsteps on the stone path seemed loud in the still morning air as we headed to the grove’s tree tu
Mzatal paced beside me, contemplative. “If you remain open to me during the ritual, it will be helpful,” he said. “After last night, I am certain there is much we can accomplish together that we ca
I smiled. “I know we can.”
Idris glanced up from his papers as we approached. His eyes flicked to our joined hands and then back up to my face. He gave me a nervous smile, one that I knew would vanish as soon as he was involved in the patterning.
“Hey, Kara,” he said. “Big day.”
I exhaled. “Yeah, not sure I’ll ever be able to top this.”
Puzzled, he furrowed his brow as he looked from me to Mzatal, then back to me, expression deepening into a frown.
“Yes, you will need to make adjustments,” Mzatal told Idris. “The shift is likely permanent.”
Idris cleared his throat and nodded, perplexity seeming to deepen.
Mzatal and I entered the tree tu
“What was that all about?” I asked.
Mzatal smiled and squeezed my hand. “You and I are…different, and he must make adjustments in the ritual and support parameters.”
A slow smile spread across my face as I explored the co
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“Worst-case scenario would be Rhyzkahl intervening and our failure to recover the blade,” Mzatal said, but then he shook his head. “No. Worse would be if he captured the blade once we had it.” He gave me a look filled with confidence and reassurance. “I am prepared for Rhyzkahl this time, and we are together.”
“We will kick all the ass,” I told him, gri
Mzatal smiled back, eyes unveiled and filled with unaffected peace. “And the best case scenario is that there will be no ass to kick, and we return with Vsuhl.” He stopped in the center of the grove, eyes traveling over everyone and everything, assessing and assuring that we had all we needed. He took my hand to prepare for the transfer, but then paused and gave me a questioning look.
“What is it?” I asked.
He pursed his lips in thought. “You lead. I will support for the group.”
I blinked. “Me? Are you sure?”
Giving my hand a light squeeze, he nodded. “It feels right.”
“Right,” I echoed, then took a deep breath, soaking in the comfort of the grove to calm the sudden rush of nerves. It was here for me, ready for me when I needed it. And now I had a stronger understanding of it—its strengths and limits, and how to engage and control the semi-sentience.
“Right,” I repeated with a firm nod. “I can do that.” Extending, I asked the grove to take us to Szerain’s palace, and within three heartbeats we were there.
I drew a deep breath, tasting the subtle difference in the air. After traveling with Helori, I knew that sharp edge, like a faint continuous flow of arcane electricity, was localized here and likely exuded from the cataclysm-born rift to the east.