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“How many Ofanians would it take to capture Freydis Skyborne?” Brandon asked. “Twenty, at least.” Bianca gulped, looking very embarrassed. “Well,” Brandon smiled, “I wouldn’t want twenty dead Ofanians on my conscience, so that’s why you’re doing observe and report. You spot Freydis, Tera captures Freydis, you fly Freydis back to Iona, and my psychotic girlfriend doesn’t turn the storied Ionan warriors into a pack of drooling sluts. Sound good?” “Yes, Your Holiness.” “You are dismissed.” Brandon said, and Bianca shot upright, saluted with a fist against her chest, turned on her heel, and marched out the door. Brandon looked at me, then motioned toward the door. “Right now?” I asked. “You got something better to do?” “Yes, actually.” I replied, eyeing the bulge in his waistband that hadn’t yet gone away. “Sorry Tera,” Brandon sighed, swiveling on his chair, “but I’ve got patients that need help. You’re also dismissed.” “Did you just give me an order?” I exclaimed, running my eyes over him appraisingly. “You swore yourself to me, didn’t you?” Brandon replied, not looking up from Justina’s triage report. “I did, but you’ve never commanded me before.” I stood up and walked over to him, “The boy who nearly shit himself when I first touched his penis is now the healer of the afflicted, and organizing covert operations.” I ran my fingers down his shoulders, pressing the back of his head between my breasts, “Where did Brandon go, and who is the handsome, in-control man sitting before me?” I slid my hands doggystyle down his chest, and whispered in his ear, “And what kind of orders will he give me next?” “You better get your ass out there, Tera,” Brandon grinned up at me, “or I’ll have you doing pushups until your arms give out.” “I’d rather be doing squats until my legs give out.” I hissed, and left Brandon to stew over that, hoping vainly that he was as sexually frustrated as I was. I gave him ample time to call me back into the room, but he never did, and god, did only make me need him more. JUSTINA Now that my work organizing King Yandon’s doctors was completed, I’d finally stolen some time to work on helping Diamond with her upcoming Sentient meeting. Angela and I sat on the bed of my new bedroom, a secluded branch of Brandon’s Great Maple. The cavernous room had curved creampie walls of ebony wood, lit by green bioluminescence. “Do you think Brandon would college like my hair like this?” Angela pulled Diamond’s curly hair behind her pointed ears, “Or like this?” Angela pulled her hair into pigtails. “I think Hardcore Brandon would prefer that his sister wasn’t stuck in the Heat Bringer’s daughter.” I sighed, “Now get back to work. What does Ancient Spirits of the Astral Plane say about Sorrow?” “That she’s sad.” Angela replied curtly, “I think Brandon would like my hair like this,” she put her hair in pigtails, “so he has something to grab onto.” I sometimes forgot that Angela had physically died at the age of ten, and though she had matured spiritually, getting a body of her own must’ve been an incredible shock to her system. She had gone from a child, to a hormone-fueled teenager without any growth in between, and she had no hope of controlling the new urges. “Look at this.” I said, turning my book around so that she could see it, “There are five documented cases of mass suicides, each exactly a millennium apart. Our records goes back ten-thousand years prior to the first recorded case, but there are no recorded mass-suicides of this blowjob magnitude before then. That would mean that Sorrow isn’t nearly as old as we think she is!” “But if she returns cyclically, then who is her Life Giver?” Angela asked, “Five-thousand years ago puts her eight-hundred years before Ray Dawnbark, but more than two-thousand years after Rayson. That doesn’t make any sense.” “No…” I conceded, biting my lip in contemplation, “but if she does return cyclically, then we can take her one-thousand-year partition, and extrapolate it back until it lines up with a Life Giver. The Creators don’t appear on a perfect cycle, so it should be really easy to find out which Life Giver made Sorrow. Obviously not Trenok, not Dawnbark, not Rayson, not Barchotti, not Ofan… shit, we’re out of Life Givers.” “So, she is really old.” Angela sighed, “She just did her mass-suicides where history didn’t record it. Once again, we are limited by our books.” “Sorry, Diamond.” I muttered. 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