70 Memory File #108 (1/2)

My love and trust for Leinard granted him access to my memories. I felt his ego roam my mind as he looked for a cause to my new power.

----[Memory File #108]

The pair of bra.s.s bracelets the pilgrim monks had handed over for cataloguing, carried an unusual binding magic. I suspected that once it was locked around a wrist it wouldn't come off, unless another similar item and trigger spell was activated to release it. I made sure to note this in the leather bound tome that was the Archive Tower Catalogue register.

”Are you done with those?” Daniel whispered into my ear, breaking my journal entry.

I leaned back into his arms, feeling his firm muscly body support my back. His large hands moved underneath my tunic, feeling around my nipples and towards my lower region. I closed my eyes, aroused by his smooth stroking and touches to my skin.

”No.” I willed myself away from his touches. ”We have to stop this Daniel. It isn't right.”

Daniel grinned and tenderly kissed my lips. ”If Princess requests it, okay.”

I groaned, turned off by his cheesy nickname for me and pushed him back.

”Hey, Death, yah in there?” War's voice called out to me, breaking me out of my moment.

[Memory File #108 End]----

Leinard moved about another area to reveal another one of my memory files.

----[Memory File #210]

”Did something happen to Pesti?” War quietly asked as he stared at the s.p.a.ce between the foyer entrance.

”Now that you mention it. He felt tense and slightly rattled.” I expanded on my concern.

Pestilence was the most self-a.s.sured of all of us. To get a feeling of insecurity from him felt off.

I recalled my conversation with him the day before. He had confided his concerns about Famine's strange sleep talking about four hors.e.m.e.n and Sol's burning to me. We had promised to keep this a secret for now and monitor over the next few days. Maybe this problem was still plaguing his mind.

”What is it War?” I frowned.

”Death? Yah know something's up with him, don't yah?” War quizzed me with a raised brow and arms folded over his chest.

I sighed. ”Maybe, but it's a matter of confidence. Right now, I don't feel the right to share this.”

”What!? If yah knew our brother did something wrong, will yah still keep it in.” War grabbed me by the collar.

I gave him a round of my Second Voice, which was mentally projecting a high pitched squeal into his mind when I opened my mouth; thus inflict a fleeting moment of pain to his temples. It was War who had helped me realise my ability during one of our heated arguments years back.

”Ok! Stop dat will yah! Yah gonna make me deaf.” He grumbled.

”Pestilence will tell you when he's ready.” I rea.s.sured him.