#shadows edge

My oc joy in her dark cursed form of shadow edged playing a song for the spirits.

He extended the vir through the closed door, hoping to detect the even sound of her breathing in sleep. Instead he felt something different. She was awake. 

Garoth opened the door, but she didn’t notice him. She was sitting on her bed, facing the open door to her railless balcony. She was dressed only in a thin nightgown, but she didn’t seem to feel the cold air blowing in the open door. She was rocking back and forth. He swore loudly. She didn’t respond. He touched her skin and it, too, was cold. She must have been sitting like this for hours. 

Other concubines had pretended madness in an attempt to escape his attentions. Maybe Magdalyn Drake was the same. Garoth slapped her and she fell off the bed. She didn’t cry out. Grabbing a fistful of dark hair, Garoth dragged her onto the balcony. Coming right to the edge, he pulled her to her feet. He grabbed her throat in one thick hand and pushed her back until her toes were barely on the edge. His fingers wrapped almost all the way around her throat. He took care to choke her as little as possible, but if he released her, she would fall. Her eyes finally came into focus. The shadow of death tended to have that effect on people. 

“Why?”Magdalyn asked sadly.“Why do you do this?” He looked at her, confused. The answer was so obvious that he wasn’t sure he’d understood the question.“It pleases me,” he said. And strangely—but Magdalyn Drake had always been a strange girl, it was part ofwhy she appealed to him— Magdalyn smiled. She pulled toward him, but not like a woman dangling off a precipice would pull toward her only hope of life. She kissed him. If it was an act, it was a damn convincing one. If her mind had broken, it had broken in an intriguing way. Magdalyn Drake kissed him, and Garoth swore it was with real desire. His arousal came back stronger than ever as she climbed him, her lean young legs wrapping around his waist. He thought of taking her back inside, but it was impossible to stay fully in control, about to make love with a woman who might be trying to kill him. 

She kissed her way to his ears. “I’ve been listening to you and Neph,” she said, washing her hot breath back in his ear. He usually didn’t let his concubines talk while he fucked them, unless they were cursing him, but Garoth didn’t want to destroy this fragile insanity. Magdalyn kissed him again, then pulled away. She leaned back. Holding him with her legs, she let go of his neck and leaned back. He grabbed onto her hips to keep her from plunging to her death. Upside down, she waved her arms above her head, looking over the castle and the city below, laughing. Garoth’s pulse pounded loud in hisears. He didn’t even care who might be watching. Whatever kind of madness this was, it was intoxicating. She shimmied her hips and said something again. 

“What?” he asked. “Let go,”she said. She seemed to have a tight grip with her legs, so he let go, ready to catch her with the vir if need be. He wasn’t going to let this end without taking his pleasure. Not now. Magdalyn tugged her nightgown free from where it was trapped between their bodies and stripped it off. She dropped it over the edge, laughing again as the flimsy cloth spun toward the flagstones below. Then she sat up and kissed Garoth again, pressing her young body against him. She stripped his robe back roughly. Then she burrowed into him, moaning as her skin touched his, warm against warm in the cold night air. 

She nuzzled his neck. “I heard you talking about the Night Angel,”she said.“Kylar Stern.” “Mmm.” “I want you to know something,”she whispered into his ear, making him shiver. What the hell was she saying? “Kylar’s my brother. He’s coming for me, you dirty fucker,and if I don’t kill you, he will.” She bit his carotid artery as hard as she could and tried to throw them both off the edge. The vir reacted before Garoth could, exploding at his neck. The vir lashed from his limbs, flinging him inside even as Magdalyn Drake spun out into space. 

He stood shakily and summoned Neph. The Vürdmeister found him standing on the balcony, looking at the ruin of the young woman crushed in the courtyard below. “Take care of her, Neph. Tell Trudana I expect the best,” the Godking said, greatly moved. “Hers was a great spirit.”