My licking tongue went limp in my mouth, my sucking lips gaped, and I moaned a mindless, hoarse tone. I pulled my weapons free, scrambled from a thrown elbow, ducked a slice that would’ve cut me in half, then charged in, screaming at the tops of my lungs as I lunged toward his exposed chest. “Because if you ever need to kill me, then you’ll have to kill her first.” Mistress grinned evilly at Sister Julia, “And if it ever comes to that, I want her death on your conscience. “Ride Ursa, and no one will second-guess you.” Brandon assured her, putting a hand on Justina’s knee, “Don’t ever think I’ve forgotten the sacrifices you’ve made for me.” And by the look on Justina’s face, I could tell she was mulling-over our monogamy ruse almost as much as I was. Her statue was proud, powerful and majestic, while Tera’s statue was… less so, but Tera didn’t seem to mind.
