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a lover for pleasure, you would pine for my lord. No other man can match his skills in the bedroom. When he binds my hands in ropes or paints my flesh, I find no greater ecstasy than-"

"Whoa, just stop," I said, holding up both hands. This entire conversation was grating on my last nerve. "I do not want to hear any details about your sex life with Dorian, okay? That is not part of this deal. No part at all. I don't want to-wait. Did you say something about painting?"

A sly smile lit her features. "My lord has a great appreciation for art. Often, before we make love, I'll lie naked before him and let him use my body as a canvas. He will spend hours adorning my flesh with color and design, often using the paintbrush as a means to pleasure me and-"

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry I asked."

As the words left my lips, though, it shocked me that I could envision what she was describing perfectly. Dorian's magic lessons had often involved tying me up-the necessity of which I was never 100 percent certain of-and he would spend a large amount of that time weaving the silken cords that bound me. He'd arrange them in interesting patterns and color formations, consumed by the process itself. Somehow, I imagined him being the same with paint. I could see his face lost in thought as he painted flowers or suns or whatever, his clever, sensual hands taking their time as they lightly touched my body....

No, not my body. Ysabel's. I had no part of this.

"Let's get this done with," I said gruffly, hoping she wouldn't guess my thoughts. "Then we can both go home."

"Very well then. So, you need my help because you're weak."

"That's not entirely true." Jesus Christ. It was all going to be like this, wasn't it? "I have a lot of power. I know how to control and use water magic-though I guess I could be better. Everyone assumes I must have inherited wind magic too, but so far...well, I've only been able to use it once."

"You may simply be deficient," she said lightly. Her eyes flicked to my chest. "Like in so many other ways. But we shall see."

It kind of went on like that for a while. Every other sentence of hers was a barb. Yet, a lot of what she explained to me sounded similar to what Dorian had said, which at least gave me some confidence that she wasn't bullshitting me. In particular, she kept trying to describe how I could reach out and feel different types of air-just as Dorian used to encourage me to do with water. Unfortunately, it had taken a very long time to do that with water, and I felt a little pessimistic about history repeating itself.

"There are different types," she kept saying. "Don't try to sense them all. Focus small."

"What do you mean different types of air?" About an hour had gone by at that point, and I was growing weary and longing for Tucson. "Air is air," I argued.

"Spoken like a savage," she remarked. "Perhaps we should just end this and tell my lord we fulfilled our promise to try."

I gritted my teeth. "Just explain it one more time."

She shrugged. "There are different types of air."

When she offered no more, I began to agree with her. It might be best to abandon this after all. A few moments later, though, she elaborated.

"There is different air around plants. Different air after we exhale. Different air when the land is foggy. Not that you'd understand that in this wretched place."

My eyes widened. "Gas. Molecules. That's what you mean."

Now she was the one wearing the confused expression.

"The different types of air," I continued, excited in spite of myself. "You're saying the magic depends on feeling each kind...oxygen, hydrogen, carbon dioxide...."

I was speaking a foreign language. Ysabel seemed as confused as ever, but by this point, I was running away without her. It made sense. Dorian's entire teaching method had been built on baby steps. It had started with me sensing a bucket of water and culminated in me using the water in Aeson's body to blow him apart. Starting at the molecular level with air seemed daunting, but the human in me clung to the science.

And as I sat there, I began to expand my mind out, much as I did when preparing to use water magic. Air had always remained blank and untouchable, yet as I began to simply