was the only other
possibility, but he was a celibate with a broken frickin' heart. Not really man-whore material.
«Shit.» While he chewed on the situation, the Scribe Virgin stayed quiet. As if she knew one
word from her, and he would drop the whole thing and to hell with the race.
He turned around to face her. «I'll do it on one condition.»
«Which is.»
«I live here, with my brothers. I fight with my brothers. I'll go to the Other Side and»-Holy shit.
Oh, God-«lay with whoever. But my home is here.»
«The Primale lives-«
«This one won't, so take me or leave me.» He glared at her. «And know this. I am enough of a
selfish bastard that if you don't agree, I will walk, and then where will you be? After all, you
can't make me fuck females for the rest of my life, not unless you want to work my cock
yourself.» He smiled coldly. «And how's that for some biology, true?»
Now it was her turn to move around the room. As he watched her and waited, he hated that they
seemed to think in the same manner-with motion.
She stopped by the rack and reached out a glowing hand, hovering it above the hardwood slab.
The remnants of the sex he'd had vanished into thin air, the mess cleaned up, as if she didn't
approve. «I thought perhaps you would like a life of ease. A life where you were protected and
didn't have to fight.»
«And lose all that careful training I had at my father's fist? Now, that would be such a waste. As
for protection, I could have used it three hundred years ago. Not now.»
«I thought perhaps… you would like a mate of your own. The one I chose for you, she is the best
of all the bloodlines. A pure-blood with grace and beauty.»
«And you picked my father, right? So you'll excuse me if I don't get all excited.»
Her gaze drifted over to his equipment. «You favor such… hard couplings.»
«I'm my father's son. You said it yourself.»
«You could not participate in this… sexual endeavor with your mate. It would be shameful and
frightening for her. And you could not be with anyone other than the Chosen. It would be a
disgrace.»
V tried to imagine giving up his proclivities. «My monster needs to get out. Especially now.»
«Now?»
«Come on, Mom. You know everything about me, right? So you know my visions have dried up
and I'm half-psychotic from lack of sleep. Hell, you gotta know I took a jump off this building
last week. Longer this goes on, the worse I'm going to get, especially if I can't get a… workout
in.»
She waved her hand, dismissing him. «You see nothing because you are at a crossroads in your
own path. Free will cannot be exercised if you are aware of the ultimate outcome, therefore the
prescient part of you naturally suppresses itself. It will return.»
For some crazy reason that eased him, even though he'd fought the intrusions of other people's
fates since they started appearing to him centuries ago.
Then something dawned on him. «You don't know what's going to happen to me, do you. You
don't know what I'm going to do.»
«I would have your word that you shall fulfill your duties on the other side. That you shall take
care of what must be done there. And I would have it now.»
«Say it. Say you don't know what you see. If you want my vow, you give me this.»
«Why for?»
«I want to know you're powerless about something,» he bit out. «So you know how I feel.»
The heat of her rose until the penthouse was like a sauna. But then she said, «Your destiny is
mine. I know not your path.»
V crossed his arms over his chest, feeling like a noose was around his neck and he was standing
on rickety chair. Fuck. Him. «You have my bonded word.»
«Take this and accept your nomination as Primale.» She held out a heavy gold pendant on a black
silk cord. When he took the thing, she nodded once, a sealing of their pact. «I shall go forth and
inform the Chosen. My sequester ends several days hence. You will come to me then and be
installed as the Primale.»
Her black hood lifted without hands. Just before it lowered over her glowing face she said, «Until
we meet hence. Be well.»
She disappeared without sound or movement, a light extinguished.
V went over to the bed before his knees let go. As his ass hit the mattress, he stared at the long,
thin pendant. The gold was ancient and marked with characters in the Old Language.
He didn't want young. Never had. Although he