“I don’t see the connection between a seeker of knowledge and missing therions,” I said.
“Neither do we. Yet,” Ben said, his thumb sending little tendrils of heat up my hand with every stroke of it across my fingers.
“Benedikt’s been pressed hard by Naomi to join the local tyro—that’s a ceremonial meeting of Agrippans—so he can be inducted into the group, but he’s resisted so far.”
“Oh? Why?” I asked Ben.
He was silent, his eyes turning dark.
“Why?” I asked David instead.
He looked extremely uncomfortable. “Tyros are . . . The Agrippans tend to celebrate their baser natures, and that’s especially true at their ceremonies.”
He’s talking about s*x, isn’t he?
Yes.
He wants you to have s*x with Naomi? I asked, ignoring as best I could the cold wave of nausea that hit me with tidal for
