“What did you do?”
Drake stared at his First Man, the urge to fight hardening his muscles as he stood there, unmoving. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” A pause then, “No.”
Jake’s eyebrows snapped together at his Guardian’s unusually hesitant response. “What the hell does that mean?”
“I told you about that time in the library, right? When I tried using my powers on her and it didn’t work?” His First Man nodded. “I think something else happened then. I’m not sure what, but there seems to be some kind of…of link between us now.”
“Link? Like what?”
“Like…” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he reopened them, lust filled them. “I want her like I’ve never wanted anyone before in my life. She is so unlike my usual lovers, and yet my body doesn’t care. It’s as if it wants her, whoever she is. Whatever she looks like. It doesn’t care!” he repeated, his voice rising until his tirade ended on a near shout.
Jake stared at him for a second more before asking, “What are you saying? That your psi powers screwed up, and something else happened?”
“Yes. Yes, that is what I’m saying.”
“That’s impossible!”
“Don’t you think I know that? She shouldn’t have been able to ignore my injunctions when I told her to go to sleep. It worked when you tried it on her, didn’t it? So, what else could have happened?”
“You’re our most powerful wielder, Drake! You’re the fucking Guardian! If people learn that your powers are going nuts, can you imagine how that will make us look like? What if John gets hold of that information? Shit, can you imagine what will happen then?”
“I know, First Man. I know all that. Hence why I have been trying to fight this compulsion ever since it started.”
“Has that changed anything?”
Drake thought about lying, then realized he couldn’t. He might be the Guardian and ruthless if necessary, but he wasn’t a liar. He had never been. He sighed. “No. No, it hasn’t.”
Jake stood up to his full height and caught his gaze. “Then do the opposite, Drake. Fuck her. See if that changes anything. I need that translation. I needed it yesterday! Just go and do your freaking duty!”
“But−”
“I won’t repeat myself, Guardian.”
Shit, Drake thought as he turned around and made his way out of the room. Meanwhile, his body exulted to the point that by the time he was standing outside on the sidewalk, his pants were tenting in front of him. His cock was ready, even if his mind wasn’t…
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