Finite by Viola Grace Read Free Book Online Page A

very attractive way to spend her time.
    “Come on, my lady. Time to get you on a schedule.” Renn took over the role of caretaker and boosted her out of the bed by yanking on the covers until she was completely exposed.
    She ended up splayed with her legs wide and hands propping her up. It lacked dignity, but she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood facing him. Being only nipple high on him was peculiar. “You know. I don’t think I ever looked at you before. You are big.”
    He chuckled. “Your thoughts designed me.”
    She elbowed him, wrapped a sheet around her and shuffled to the table where the meal was waiting. “My thoughts may have designed you, but I was sitting on a bier sculpted with the body of a giant. I am pretty sure that was you and that you liked being tall.”
    He flicked the cascade of red hair over his shoulder. “Perhaps. I had not thought that my preferences entered my form.”
    “Think again. I don’t ever recall asking for fangs, but there they were.”
    He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her until she was even with his gaze. “Give them a chance, you will enjoy them, I promise.”
    She was kicking her feet idly as he held her, and she pursed her lips. “I will believe it when I see it.”
    Renn laughed. “I will enjoy the challenge. I have worn a hundred forms, and I think there is enough control left in me to make a few adjustments you will enjoy.”
    “So, a hundred women have entered and left your life over the years? No pressure on the bed front.” She made a face.
    “My thoughts and focus are only on you, Summoner. I am yours and yours alone for your lifetime.”
    She smiled sadly. “That won’t be long enough.”
    He kissed her, “A thousand years would not be long enough for me, but we will make do with what we are given.”
    Cera looked into his eyes. “I just wish there was a plan B. I am a huge fan of plan B.”
    He caressed her cheek with his free hand. “We have time. Who knows what might happen?”
    She looped her arms around his neck. “Feed me.”
    Renn chuckled and carried her to the table where he sat down with her tucked on his lap. “Looks like Orvi’s cooking. He is a one-pot fanatic.”
    There was a stew with chunks of flatbread arranged artfully around the bowl. The stew itself was enough for three people Cera’s size. Renn dipped a piece of bread in the stew and held it to her lips.
    She blushed. “I didn’t mean you actually had to feed me.”
    “I want to. You are still recovering from a draining process. As the physical result of that process, it behoves me to assist in your recuperation.” He nudged her lips with the bread until she took a dainty bite.
    She nibbled and then took a larger bite of the second dip. Cera supposed that double dipping lost its threat when the person you were sharing with had just had his tongue inside you.
    Her skin was warm, as if she had sunbathed for hours with a good sunscreen. She tingled and felt surprisingly strong with light on her skin and the orchestra back in her thoughts. She was fed in companionable silence until she couldn’t eat another bite. Renn finished it off.
    “No matter how many times it happens, hunger still takes me by surprise.” He laughed, and she watched him finish the food. “I am not a fan of having to stop work for it. It always seemed like something designed to slow me down.”
    She leaned against him and sighed. “Tell me how the brothers come to Haloth?”
    He finished and set the bowl aside, wiping his fingers on a napkin. “The world sends out a signal on the frequency that your mind operates on. It calls them, and if they answer back, a recruitment team comes and runs a quick interview before they are brought back here where the frequency, the signal, links them together.”
    “So, why am I needed?”
    “Twofold. You are needed to bind the frequency together into a solid, tangible state. You take it from a whisper to a shout. The second is that you are