Tempted Fate |18+ (Ménage)✔

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"You're watching over me?" My voice holds a questioning tone, recalling the account in the bathroom when Aohdan would possibly have seen me without my glamour. Tresor was the one to enforce the magic I could not control at the time.

"A guardian angel more or less," his voice sends a chill down my spine, a chuckle leaving his lips while he reaffirms, "though, you know I'm far from angelic."

"The furthest," my words leave on a whisper from my lips, his hand skating down my arm before his fingers grace their touch at the back of my hand. His fingers lace with mine, releasing a small sigh as my head tilts back.

A spark ignited in my mind as the thought strikes me and I question, "You have successors..." his demeanor does not shift as he brings my hand closer to his lips, planting a delicate kiss as I ask, "...so where is your mate?"

"My successors are that of my deceased sister," Tresor explains and I'm able to see a painted picture vividly on my head when he allows me those images. He continues with, "My sister died shortly after giving birth to Nimue, and with her mate dead months prior, I was left to raise her children as my own. Lars and Nimue Vossen, they are what Drea Vossen left the world beyond the veil."

He...

My eyes widen as he confirms, "I'm their uncle, but the only father figure they've ever known. Thus, I raised them and they call me as they wish."

My breathing remains even as I ask him, "You know of what Taft wishes?"

"More or less," Tresor releases my hand, both his arms wrapping around my waist from behind. His chin rests on my shoulder, his eyes staring into mine from the reflection.

"I can't participate in The Hunt..." the air hitches in my lungs as I say out loud what I know can't come to pass. It'll cause mayhem...

"I'm well aware of that," Tresor replies, tilting his head to the side as he asks, "so, what is your move chess master?"

My muscles tense as I release a small sigh, pulling forward while Tresor's touch leaves me. My voice is hallow as I reply, "I can't kill him yet...regardless of what I threatened to Grandpa..." after a few moments of silence, I reply, "...the only way out is to give Taft what he wants."

The bridge of my nose stings at the thought, feeling my stomach churn with disgust. Tresor walks to the side of me, his hands gently turning me to face him. His fingers entrap my chin, lifting my gaze to meet with his.

"You make a sacrifice of yourself for those whose lives are not aware of the repercussions your presence holds," his voice envelops me, understanding everything I must do, for he knows there's more to the future then what he can perceive.

Tears fall from my eyes, his fingers leaving my chin as he wipes them away. When I try to speak, I can't, I can't find any words to justify what I'm doing as anything other than giving in to escape for the bigger picture.

"I can help your mind escape," Tresor tells me gently, my teary eyes becoming less blurry, "you'll be detached from the choice you make, but the consequences of your actions are your own to accept."

"I want to wish it all away..." the thought crossed my mind many times since Taft's bargain. Merely wishing for him to select another...

...though, if I continue to use this...

Be careful what you wish for...