Wet sounds of flesh filling flesh echoed in my ears and the taste of werewolf was on my tongue; spicy and sweet. My body bucked for more, and Kirill moved us once again so that I was on my hands and knees between them; one man's motion pushing me onto the other. I gripped the bed and let them shove us into ecstasy.
The next time I cried out, they joined me. As Kirill emptied himself into me with wild jerks, and I drank down Trevor, I glanced to the side and thought I saw movement. But when I gave it a second look, all I saw was a smooth, stone wall.
Chapter Nine
We nearly got lost trying to get back to Narcissus' receiving room. The palace would randomly change, turning into that reflective fog before reforming into something new. It was disorienting and frustrating, but we kept heading downward through hallways of stone, glass, wood, and precious metals until we found the vain god lounging in his favorite spot.
“Ah; there you are!” Narcissus said as he sat up. “Would you care for some breakfast?” He waved his hand at a collection of trays before him.
“No, thank you,” I said as we took our seats.
I was actually starving, but I didn't trust the food. Although I felt the pangs of an empty belly, I wouldn't starve, and I wasn't about to risk eating just for the sake of comfort.
“I promise you, it's not poisoned.” Narcissus frowned as he leaned forward and picked up a pastry. “See?” He took a bite and chewed before swallowing.
“You're connected to this place,” Trevor said. “It may affect us differently.”
“Humph.” Narcissus seemed to consider that. “You may be right. Very well; it's your decision.” Then he looked at Trevor again. “Speaking of differences; there's something different about you today.”
“Is there?” Trevor asked with a grin.
“Yes.” Narcissus pursed his lips. “I can't quite put my finger on it; something around the eyes.”
“I've had an idea,” I said before Narcissus went on. “I use mirrors to speak to my husband in the Faerie Realm. Perhaps if we went back to the mirror's portal, I could use the glass in that manner and contact someone. All I would need is some eyebright.”
“The herb?” Narcissus asked as he held out his hand.
A plant with little, white, yellow, and purple flowers appeared in it.
“Is that what eyebright looks like?” I took it from him in fascination and admired the flowers that looked like tiny orchids. “I always use the dried form.”
“Would you prefer dried?” He asked.
“No; this is fine,” I said.
“I don't think it will be the difference between dried and fresh that will make a difference,” Trevor said. “It's more the problem with that not actually being eyebright.”
“I didn't think about that.” I frowned. Then I brightened. “But the eyebright I use at Pride Palace is made with territory magic and it works fine. It should be okay.”
“Except zis is mirror territory,” Kirill pointed out. “Magic doesn't vork same, remember?”
“It may only work halfway,” Narcissus mused. “They might be able to see you and not hear you, or hear you and not see you.”
“That would be fine.” I shrugged. “If they can't hear me, we can write a message down and show it to them. And as far as not seeing me, as long as they can hear me, it won't matter.”
Narcissus frowned again.
“What's wrong? You can make paper and a pen, can't you?” I asked him.
“Of course.” He waved his hand dismissively. “That's not what concerns me. I was just thinking that if you write a message down and hold it up for someone to see on the other side of the glass, it will most likely be seen as a reflection.”
“So?”
“So it vill be backwards,” Kirill concluded.
“Oh, okay,” I said. “Then we write backwards.”
“Each letter will be backwards, Minn Elska,” Trevor said. “Can you write like that?”
“That will take more time to figure out,” I admitted.
“Or you could write normally and then hold up another mirror and show them the reflection,” Narcissus suggested. “They'd see the reflection of a reflection; that should make it look normal.”
We all stared at Narcissus in surprise.
“I've been here a very long time,” he said. “It changes your way of thinking; your perspective.”
“You have a reflective perspective?” I asked with a grin.
“Just so.” Narcissus laughed as my husbands shook their heads.
“All right.” I stood up. “Let's do this.”
“Right now?” Narcissus asked as he stood too.
“You wanna wait around for the proper moon phase?” I lifted a brow at him.
Narcissus laughed and produced a pen, a pad of paper, and a rectangular mirror the same size as the pad. “I believe any moon phase is acceptable for escaping a looking glass.”
Then he stared at us intensely. I was about to ask him what was wrong when my clothing changed. All of our attire did, actually. Suddenly, we were all dressed in warmer garments; wool pants and tunics for the men, a wool gown for me, and fur-lined cloaks for everyone. The clothes were medieval in design but the snow boots on our feet were modern.
“There; that's better,” Narcissus said. “It's cold out there.”
“Thank you,” I murmured. “That's a nice trick. I can change clothes in my territory but I've never tried to do it while the clothes were on me. I may have to try that.”
“It saves time,” Narcissus said as he led the way outside his palace and across the arching bridge.
A pair of perfectly white horses waited patiently there, their breath fogging the air. They were hitched to a silver sleigh. The rear portion was higher than the front, swooping up in an elaborate spiral that circled behind the conveyance. Intricate designs were etched into the silver and diamonds were set within them to add a little sparkle. It was quite a detailed illusion to have been created up so quickly. Narcissus
