And that night, and many nights, it’d been his comfort while his parents howled in the tent behind him. Whatever his mother and his father did with one another that constituted coupling, it must have been utterly magnificent. They both would wail with it, screech and curse in twin tongues of bliss.
Blaze had been scared by it in the beginning, when he’d been too small to comprehend how body parts were complementary to one another. And it’d been his Granmamere who’d sat next to Blaze and the fire, who’d held him and comforted him, and answered him when Blaze had asked why his parents sounded like banshees in the night.
“Two mystics making love feel more than most.”
The elevator dinged, and Arik cocked a brow at Blaze, who’d been standing in the lobby, unmoving and forcing Arik to hold the doors.