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178 Gift of the Goddess
If I& left, Anje went on, filling the awkward silence, the Rite would be impossible, wouldn t it?
I gave my word to the Queen and Council, said Brin.
After a short pause, Trey said thoughtfully, You could try Chelisand. Or one of her priestesses. It
wouldn t be a hardship. They re all eminently fuckable. And highly trained.
Anje snatched her hand back, the fingers crooking into claws. I see.
It won t work without you, scout. Brin smiled painfully. I ve told you that. You re Lufra s Gift. And
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my heart. Cradling her cheeks in his big hands, he stared deep into her eyes. You have superb natural
instincts and we know the Goddess favors you. But you re not a puppet. Love or hate. Choose.
What do you mean? Her brain still racing, she let him draw her into his lap.
Brin stroked her cheek. You can perform the Rite with love in your heart or with hate. Guess which
gives us the better chance, scout.
Anje sat frozen. There was no doubt at all that she d lost her reason. She knew what she was going to
do.
What she always did.
Fight.
Fight for those she loved.
The shaman glanced at the other man, standing frowning by the dresser. Trey?
Yes?
Will you come with us to Quaremel tomorrow?
Wouldn t miss it. Trey sank his teeth into his lower lip. I m taking every minute I can get. He sighed
and desolation swam in his hazel eyes. Pathetic, isn t it?
No, it s not. Anje leaned forward to touch his hand. Their last night. The words hung heavily.
Unspoken.
She glanced from one masculine face to the other, both equally tormented. For her.
Anje s spine stiffened and a growl rumbled deep in her throat. What sort of warrior was she? Holy
Mother, shelovedthem! They werehers and no slut goddess was going to hurt them!
Trey caught her fingers in his. We haven t& not since The Hollows& please, Anje.
The Bond link throbbed with the shaman s desire, bittersweet and poignant. Brin nibbled at the soft skin
below her ear and goose bumps raced over her throat and down to her breasts. Her nipples stiffened,
tingling in a maddening way. He murmured, Tomorrow will take care of itself. Let s not waste tonight.
Anje shivered. I don t think I&
For Trey, scout. Do it for Trey.
She cast him a scathing look. Love was one thing, forgiveness another. And nothing for you?
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A grin tugged at his mouth and the dimple flashed. I won t say it wouldn t please me. Very much. He
grew serious again. Anje, he said softly. I m begging you. One last time. Make your choice now. For
love.
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She stared at him in silence, remembering the powerful, enigmatic man who d captured her in the Empty
Lands and possessed her utterly. Now his soul was plain for her to read in his face, in the Bond link.
Suddenly, and with absolute clarity, she saw the face of Zulie s youngest, slack and rosy with sleep
against her mother s breast.
And her decision was made. Irrevocably.
Yes, she whispered, but I m& She hesitated and tried to smile. A little tense.
Brin dragged in a breath so deep it expanded his massive chest to an alarming degree. Then he released
it in a gusty sigh. I can take care of that. Come here, Trey, and hold her hands. The other man did as
he was bid and the shaman slid his arms around her from behind and cupped her breasts in his warm
palms.
He began a slow humming, deep in his throat, so low it was almost inaudible. It vibrated through his
chest and set up a reverberation deep in her bones. The warmth of the Bond link washed over her,
soothing, stroking, and her lashes fluttered down. The breath whispered out of her lungs. That s right,
the deep voice murmured, seemingly inside her skull. Breathe, Anje. Breathe down to your soul.
He held her there like that for what seemed like hours, or minutes, a time out of time, suspended in a
crystal bubble. As the wordless chant deepened, he began to feather his thumbs over her nipples,
working with the fabric of the sarong, forcing her to breathe to his slow, even rhythm. Trey bent to run his
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