Page 161 of Remnants: Disruption
“What happened to me in the grotto?” I ask, still running my hands along the skin I can reach. I run my fingers along her neck, pressing at the base of her head.
The scrubbing along my thighs pauses as Cass’ face falls.
“I am so sorry,” she says, uncharacteristic shame on her gorgeous features. “I should have—”
She lets out a shuddering breath and her fingers grip at my thigh. Like she wants to make sure I’m still here.
“I should have taken you to safety. Immediately. But I was worried about the others. I was too preoccupied with the politics.”
I don’t say anything. Mostly because I’m still hurt that she let me suffer while she argued with Gareth about how much “use” I’d be.
Cass presses her lips to one thigh. Then the other. I let out a soft gasp as her teeth nip lightly at the flesh.
“I no longer care about the politics,” she says before licking at the skin of my inner thigh.
My brain stutters as she continues to pepper kisses down my legs.
“I need you to start being honest with me,” I finally say, and she raises her head. “About everything.”
She doesn’t hide the nervousness well. Or maybe she’s more vulnerable with me.
It’s hard to tell.
“What did the Seer do to me?” I ask softly, the words barely audible over the patter of the shower.
“He should not have done anything. His only abilities are future sight,” she sounds devastated. Like it had been her fault. “I will have him executed for—”
“No,” I say quickly, stopping her hands mid scrub along a gnarly amount of blood on my side. “I don’t know that it was entirely his fault.”
She studies me for a moment before nodding.
“You collapsed after he read off the new line,” Cass says, fingers tracing a pattern along my thighs.
God, she feels good.
“He said more than one thing, though,” I say, frowning.
“Besides the ‘time immortal’ line?”
I nod, trying to remember through the haze. “Grim the night has become; it’s time for the final reckoning.”
“Shit, that’s ominous,” Cass huffs out, and I can’t help but grin at her goofiness.
She scrubs at the last bit of grime on my ribs, the pain much less now.
“How much of the Prophecy do we know?” I ask, and she pauses for a beat before squeezing my thigh lightly.
“Two lines. The first one was the impetus for finding you. The second was the one you heard today.”
“I saw things that don’t make sense,” my throat feels raw, lips dry. The entire experience feels like someone else’s fever dream.
Cass only watches me, clearly not in a hurry to press. Not even looking impatient for what I imagine is vital information.
I could fall for this woman so easily.
Maybe I already have.
“Gareth said something about rifts,” I start, her eyes never leave mine. “He said as much again later, but I think he meant the things I saw.”
