The name. The word 'fucked'. The combination — Celestia, her sister, the eldest daughter, the woman who had saved her, whose baby she had delivered — described with the word 'fucked' and the assessment 'tight' — landed in Evriana's chest like a blade.
She buried her face deeper. Pressing into his neck. Hiding. Not showing him the expression on her face — the particular, devastated, aroused, ashamed, jealous, wanting expression that she could not control.
He chuckled again.
"Should we go inside the cave?" he said. "Rain is too much here."
She nodded.
He guided her. His hand still on her ass, steering her toward the cliffside — toward the cave mouth that the cloaked woman had been running toward. The vines — his vines, his magic, the earth ability that she had not known he possessed — dragged the barbarian inside. The cloaked woman followed, kowtowing, begging, her small body pressed low to the ground.
