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speak.”
    “Done.” His cheek slides up one side. “I’ve just come from an appointment with Delphinius. He’ll be at the local faction meeting. I assume you’ll be informed of the gathering sooner than later.”
    “Great, because I have important questions to ask him, like where the hell was he in the last region?”
    “Delphinius is a gift, Skyla. Perhaps you’ve lost the right to have him guide you and Jock Strap around like school children on a trip to the museum. It’s your war. You guide the troops. And by the way, it was Delphinius who suggested you might be a guest at my quarters for a time.”
    “Back up, buddy. What do you mean he’s not going to help guide us? How the hell are we supposed to advance to the next region? What did I do to get cut off like this?” Ezrina bolts through my mind and I’m quick to change the subject. “Anyway, wasn’t he the one who said we were going to get hitched?”
    Marshall gives a slight look of disgust. “Your phraseology leaves something to be desired, but yes, it was he. Delphinius is never wrong. He holds victory in visions down to the most minute detail.”
    I nod, holding back a devious grin. All I have to do is either shorten or prolong my stay to knock mister soothsayer off his prognosticating pedestal. That should cure all matrimonial misinterpretations as far as Marshall is concerned. 
    “Three days, and eleven minutes, huh?” I dig in with a sly smile. I can’t wait to prove him wrong.
     
    ***
     
    Marshall helps me unload my junk from the trunk and organizes it in his closet with meticulous order and symmetry.
    I take in Marshall’s cavernous bedroom—the chocolate comforter with gold rope trim and the dark wood that encases the walls with an echo of midnight. 
    “So where are you going to sleep?” I already know the answer but I figure we should have our first lovers’ spat while I’m still bright eyed and bushy tailed and not wait until I’m so exhausted I don’t care whether or not his heavenly bod is snuggled up to mine, or whether or not he’s wearing any clothes while doing so.
    “Where will I sleep?” He leers at me suggestively. “Beside you— on you if you prefer.” He nods at the oversized four-poster bed. It’s behemoth in nature. The post themselves are thick as tree trunks.
    I dip my chin, feeling very much like Little Red Riding Hood at the moment. There’s definitely something erotic about Marshall as the big bad wolf.
    A dirty smile blooms across his face as if he heard.
    My phone goes off. It’s a text from Gage. Can we talk?   
    “Can we talk?” I hack the words out like a joke. “Come here.” I lean into Marshall. “Do something that will drive Gage totally insane,” I say as I snap a picture of the two of us in front of his forest-inspired bed that’s just begging for some S&M destruction.
    I don’t hesitate in sending the picture to Gage along with the text, I’m about to get busy . It’s not until after I hit send do I notice that Marshall had somehow magically undressed me down to my bra for the shot. I grip my T-shirt—thankful it’s still on my person.
    “How did you do that?” I ask horrified of his latest, not-so-greatest trick of the day.
    Marshall opens his mouth to answer and Gage appears in the room.
    I can see he’s using his teleportation capabilities for evil now, i.e. to stalk me.
    “What the hell is going on?” He looks from me to Marshall in a fury. His dimples dig in and he looks as if he’s about to beat the living shit out of the Sector whose bedroom he so rudely crashed.
    Where the hell are the binding spirits when you really need them?
    “Skyla…” He strides over with a look in his eye that suggests Marshall’s inhuman beauty should watch its back. Gage is a dark knight in this den of forbidden pleasures. Maybe it’s Gage I should tie to the bedpost. “I did not sleep with Chloe last night in the butterfly room.”
    I suck in a sharp breath. “Sounds like your