On a Razor's Edge (13 page)

And yet here I
was, the guest of honor at a party while wearing a see-through gown. Sweet Jesus, how did I get myself into these things?

Seeing my discomfort,
Dominicous smiled. “We’ll speak more thoroughly at a later date. I can see now is not the time.” He directed me toward my prince, standing at the head of the room in unshakable confidence, just as naked as me, but caring not at all. My heart surged and my body filled with warmth. His gaze swiveled to me immediately.

“I approve of your choice, by the way,” D
ominicous said as we slowly walked closer, my hand lightly holding his arm. “He is young for his post, but more than deserving. You have found a worthy mate.”

My face heated and my body shivered, responding to the implications
of that word. “I love him.”

“Yes.
And he you. It is a good match. We’ll make sure it’s a lasting one.”

I smiled at Dominicous in thanks as he
handed me off to Stefan.

“How are you now,
love?” Stefan asked quietly. Charles had made himself scarce.

“I need a robe.” I pointed my chest at
Stefan so no one could see my boobies. Not that they were looking. There were a lot bigger ones on display.

“You did well in that battle, though we’ll talk about why you were there.”

I gulped. Stefan had been taking it easy on me for the last couple months since I’d largely been an invalid, but I knew it wouldn’t last forever, especially now that my leg was nearly back to new. He hated seeing me in danger. Regardless if it was now my post to take on bad guys, he still didn’t like it. If it was up to him, I’d be stashed away in a tamperproof box during all dangerous situations.

“When can we leave?”

Stefan wrapped his arm around my back. “You need to stay for a while longer. You need to be seen with your new clan. You’re one of us, now. You’re a viable member. You’re mine.”

My body tingled. Yes
, I was. One hundred percent his. I always had been. And now I had a home. These people didn’t completely accept me yet, but now I had proven I had a right to be here. Gaining their trust was in my hands. I was on the doorstep to finally belonging somewhere. The prospects had me giddy.

Though, the
nudity would take some getting used to.

I took a deep breath and smiled. It had been a long road, but finally, I didn’t
have any secrets. I could just be me.

*****

Dominicous turned to Toa as Sasha entwined hands with Stefan. “Did you speak to her about her ability to communicate with the
Dulcha
? Does she realize what that means?”

Toa
studied the remarkable young woman with a great many secrets, many she had yet to learn. “I did not. There is no reason to worry her just yet. That is a skill we will have to harness, however. It won’t be long before we see a more powerful demon not relegated to the confines of a human body, as the
Dulcha
are.”

“And you think
her ability it is a result of that crash?”

“I think so. I can find no other explanation.”

Dominicous shifted, his gaze settling back on Sasha. “I wonder why she survived, when no one else did. It wasn’t magic—not in one so young. She saw us before I gave her blood, too. Remember that? Stared us down defiantly after she tumbled out of the ripped carnage. After she stumbled our way. Almost as if she walked away from that accident and specifically toward us. Crossing the human divide at that time, rather than when she met Stefan. Was it luck, or does Fate still have her in its grip?”

Toa blinked. “If Fate, what does it want with her
? And how does Stefan play into it…?”

“How do we?”

“You will need to link with her,” Dominicous said after a while. “As a white power level, it will give her much needed protection. Whatever Fate’s plans, she needs to be armed with as much as we can give her.”

“But how to convince her
? She is a strong-willed woman—not one to easily manipulate. She will not want to go against Stefan’s wishes, and his primal urge to possess her will cloud his judgment. He will not want any other male to have a hold on her, even if it is to help.”

Dominicous
gave a smug smile. “She has attracted a strong and sure suitor. I could not have picked better. I’ve chosen well for my protégés. When I rise, I will yank Stefan and her up behind me. If we confront the murmurings of treason within the Council, we will do it with a strong backing of power.”

“Yes. Though I still hope those whispered fears are unfounded...”

Dominicous kept silent. He did not know, but they’d need to figure it out soon. Danger was mounting.

THE END

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