Lost At Sea, Book 2: Drifters, Chapter 18, Part 2 free porn video

“Get out!” Belita yelled as the door opened.

“Nope,” Danica said, walking in and shutting the door behind her. 

“I said leave!” Belita snarled, pushing herself halfway up into an unsteady, angry crouch.

“And I said no,” Danica shrugged. She walked over and sat down against the wall next to the Captain. “Part of my job is to tell you no when you need it. Right now you need it. What’s going on?”

“Insubordinate… I’m going tae-” Belita couldn’t find the words.

“What? Lock me up? Whip me? Hang me?” Danica prompted. “Then who will run your ship while you’re drunk in the middle of the day?”

“Fuck ye,” Belita glared.

“Fuck me?” Danica asked, a hint of anger seeping into her voice. “We’re marooned. We have a busted hull, limited supplies, half the crew is injured, the noble we’re carting around is pissed off, and you’re in here drinking yourself stupid and crying!”

“I just need some time,” Belita snarled. 

“We don’t have time! None of us do!” Danica barked. “The longer we’re stuck on this island, the more likely we are to die here. Even if we don’t die, the more likely it is that if we manage to get out to sea again that Morant will decide to cut his losses! You know what happens then?”

“Yes,” Belita shook her head. “I cannae do it.”

“The fuck you can’t,” Danica glared.

“I cannae!” Belita repeated. “I buggered this up past salvage! I never should have taken this job. We’re barely on our way, and I’ve already gotten us shipwrecked. A dozen dead already. How are we ever going tae make it through the Drifts? This is a cursed voyage.”

“Yup,” Danica agreed.

“Oh, fuck ye,” Belita spat again. 

“What, do you want me to try to convince you otherwise? Sounds like you got the situation pretty well figured out.” Danica put her hands behind her head and relaxed. “Things are bad. Some of it is your fault, but most is just bad luck. Are you going to wallow it it, or lead us out?”

“I got us into this. I’m nae fit tae get us out,” Belita swallowed, tears welling in her eyes again.

“Then we really are fucked, because you’re the only one who can,” Danica said with a shrug. 

“Ye’ll do just fine. Ye got Reeve tae help ye,” Belita shook her head. 

Danica laughed and looked at the captain like she was mad. Danica laughed and looked at the captain like she was mad. “Reeve! You think this crew, your crew, is going to follow Reeve?! That man’s terrifying! You know that, right? He’s one hell of a sailor, and he knows how to get the job done, but he leads through fear. He makes a good bosun for you because you can counter that with inspiration and not let him push too far, but you’ve heard the stories of his ship, right? You want the Kestrel to turn into that?”

“At least ye’d all be alive,” Belita said bitterly. 

“Is that what this is?” Danica asked, turning to face her friend. “Yeah. People died. A lot of people. Some were crew that had been with us years, some we barely knew, and they died on our watch. It’s awful. It hurts like hell, and we’re burying them tonight, and the whole crew is going to need you to help them get through it.”

“I cannae even get m’self through it,” Belita shook her head. “I’ve never lost this many. Those fucking monsters.”

“That’s what you have me for,” Danica said. “And Coleman, and Will. We’re your officers. Our job is to help you through the things you can’t do on your own. So let us help?”

“I cannae see the horizon on this one,” Belita shook her head. “I’m gonnae get all of ye killed.”

“That’s life on board a ship,” Danica put her arm around the Captain's shoulders. “We can’t always see where we’re going. We get through it together.”

“I’m not who you think I am, Danni,” Belita said quietly. 

“I know,” Danica nodded.

Belita froze. “You know?”

“Of course. You came out of nowhere. A fully formed legend that spread like wildfire, and one adventure after another. I was swept up in it at first, same as everyone. It’s why I joined you. Eventually, I started seeing the gaps though. No one had sailed with you before about seven years ago. You’re not that old, so I figured someone must have remembered you from before you were a captain. You had to have started somewhere. A navigator, a bosun, a quartermaster. Someone had to have known who you sailed with before, but no one did. Before you were Captain of the Kestrel, you were someone else.”

Belita leaned away, studying Danica’s face in the dim lantern light. “You knew? And you didn’t say anything?”

“Actions speak louder than words. I didn’t need to know who you were before to know you were the best Captain I’d ever sailed with. By the time I figured it out, you were also my friend. I didn’t see the use in ever bringing it up. You wouldn’t be the first sailor to take to the seas to run away from their past.”

Belita laughed like she was trying not to cry. “Ye are too damn smart, ye know that?”

“Go on,” Danica smirked. 

“Ye always see the gaps, the holes in the stories, the things gone missing. It’s one hell of a gift. Wish I had it,” Belita smiled. 

“If you had it, you wouldn’t need me,” Danica grinned.

“I’ve cocked this right up, haven’t I?” Belita sighed. “I thought it was out of my system last night, but it came back this morning with a vengeance. I just can’t shake feeling like a failure.”

“Nobody knows but me,” Danica said. “Oh, and Bella. You owe her a pretty big apology, by the way.”

The Captain’s eyes went wide. “Bella? How’s she know? What did I do?”

“She came in earlier. You scared the daylights out of her,” Danica said.

“Is that who that was? I didn’t even look,” Belita groaned. “Poor lass.”

“Poor lass is right. She started having… I don’t even know what to call it. You remember DeCoin? His night terrors, and how he’d be after he woke up?”

“Aye,” Belita nodded. “Near unresponsive for a while. Locked in his own head with fear. Music helped him.”

“Bella was like that,” Danica explained.

Captain Vex’s eyes went wide. “Because of me?”

“The Doctor says it’s because of stuff she went through a long time ago, and it’s been brought back because of last night. Now, things like being yelled at make her shut down like DeCoin did,” Danica explained. 

Belita groaned. “I dinnae mean to… Dammit.”

“Just talk to her. I don’t think she’s going to hold a grudge,” Danica gave Belita a small squeeze.

“Of all the bad luck and bad decisions that got us here, I have tae go and add ‘upset a witch’ to the list.” Belita rubbed her hands across her face. 

“How about we start by fixing that, then move on to surviving the jungle?” Danica suggested. 

Belita nodded and stood up. Her legs were unsteady from sitting against the wall for so long, and the rum in her veins didn’t help. She took a step in the direction of where her mirror used to be, then stopped. “Dammit.” She turned around. “How do I look?”

“Ragged, just like the rest of us,” Danica shrugged. 

“Guess it doesn’t matter,’ Belita shook her head. Normally she obsessed about her appearance, and the impression she left on people. Right now, she just didn’t care. Somehow, in this situation, that feeling was empowering. 

“Nope,” Danica smiled. “Let's go.”

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He didn’t even bother getting undressed. He just kicked off his boots and walked into the steaming hot spring with Tonya’s sleeping form cradled in his arms.

Feathers rinsed off of them and started floating away in the water as he stepped deeper and deeper in, until the water took Tonya’s weight and left him barely lifting her. He found the nearest ledge and sat. She curled against his shoulder and sighed happily.

The water was soothing and hot. Caine didn’t come here often. He wasn’t a fan of bathing in public, and while the hot springs weren’t open to customers, they were always public to the people who lived here. Tension began to flow out of him and he found himself wondering why he didn’t do this more often.

“S’nice,” Tonya muttered.

“You alright?” Caine asked. Her tiny body felt good in his arms. He wanted to take care of her, and keep her safe. He also wanted to fuck her until they both collapsed. He scowled, wondering where those thoughts kept coming from. He transferred her weight to one arm and used the other to adjust his uncomfortable erection.

Tonya’s took advantage of being moved to tilt her head and kiss his neck, then his jaw. He froze, feeling like he should stop her but unable to make himself say the words. 

“You’re so nice to me,” Tonya said sleepily. 

Caine sighed, exasperated at the situation but not knowing what to say.

“Stop it,” she said, feebly thumping her fingers into his chest just above the water. “You pretend like you’re a big grump, but you love us all, and you take care of us.”

“I am a big grump,” Caine said half-heartedly. 

“Only ‘cause it keeps everyone away. ‘Cept me,” Tonya said into his neck. “I’m inside now.”

Caine sighed. “That’s not good. I can’t play favorites.”

“Guess you’ll have to let everyone else in too, ‘cause I ain’t letting you push me away,” Tonya kissed his neck again.

Caine tipped his head back against the smooth stone walls of the hot spring. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so conflicted. He was used to occasionally being at odds with himself. He was usually of two minds about everything, but usually, those minds agreed in principle. This felt different. Tonya was different, and he had no idea what to do about it.

He let his breath deepen and sunk down into himself, opening his mind and shedding his bodily sensations in that way he’d practiced so many times. The heat and comfort of the spring made it even easier than usual. 

He stepped out of himself and into the swirling mists of the Ways Between. Then his golden counterpart followed. They stood next to each other, sharing a quick glance before focusing their respective gazes on the scene before them. He held a half-asleep, nude, beautiful young witch. Her head was resting on his shoulder and her arms were wrapped around his neck. Her face was contented and trusting. 

“You aren’t worried about drowning?” his golden counterpart asked. 

“We’re both right here. We can see her. And ourselves,” Caine shrugged. “I’m more worried about… everything else. What the hell do we do about this?”

“I have no idea. This sort of thing isn’t exactly in my realm of experience,” his glowing clone answered.

“Mine either,” Caine sighed.

“Oh come now,” his counterpart laughed. “I know you’ve been through this sort of thing before. You have children.”

“A lifetime ago, before you,” Caine countered.

“Several lifetimes ago,” the other Caine agreed. “My arrival can’t have erased your memory thought.”

“Having kids doesn’t mean you know what the hell you’re doing,” Caine shook his head. “This emotional bullshit was never my strong suit. That’s why I left it behind. I fucked it up bad. I don’t want to put her through that.”

“So you do care,” the other Caine said with a knowing smile.

“I do. She’s right. I care about all of them. Her especially, now. No idea why though,” Caine scowled. “You have to admit, this isn’t like us at all.”

“No, it isn’t.” The other Caine walked around the still pair in front of them, walking on the surface of the water, casting a golden glow across the grey ripples and through the mists. “That doesn’t mean it is a bad thing though.”

“I just want to know what it is,” Caine said, frustrated.

“We talked about this,” his other half said. “Go see Alexandra.”

“I was hoping not to have to do that,’ Caine rolled his eyes. 

Tonya lifted her head and looked at Caine’s peaceful face. She smiled, then slowly adjusted herself until she was straddling him. 

“Oh, she is getting ideas,” his golden half smiled.

“Fuck,” Caine groaned, stepping towards his body again. 

His glowing twin put his hand on his shoulder. “Why stop her? Why not enjoy this?”

Caine gave his counterpart a surprised look. “Because last time we blew up the vestibule, and nearly killed Janie.”

“We were connected to a powerful source of energy at the time. It may be different. This is an opportunity to learn something,” the other Caine insisted.

Caine gave his twin a critical look. “You know, for being born without a dick, you’re awfully horny.”

The other Caine snorted derisively. “Born. Ha.”

Tonya took Caine’s head between her hands and tilted it towards her, looking at him lovingly. She gave him a gentle kiss and said something that they couldn’t hear while they were in the Ways.

He was conflicted. Again. How had this girl so quickly managed to get inside his head? Was he being too stubborn? Well, yes. He was always too stubborn. He just didn’t like feeling like he didn’t understand what was happening to him. He needed more information. Maybe his other half was right. Would it be so bad to give in to this? Maybe they’d figure something out. “Fine,” Caine said flatly.

“Oh yes, complain more about the affection of a lovely young woman,” his golden twin rolled his eyes, stepping forward on the opposite side.

Together they stepped back into their body and Caine opened his eyes. “What did you say?”

“I asked if you were awake,” Tonya said, her apologetic shyness belied by her obvious ardor.

Caine huffed out a short laugh. “Am now.”

“You shouldn’t fall asleep in the bath. You could drown,” Tonya cautioned.

“Weren’t you just asleep in the bath?” Caine raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“Well yeah, but that’s because I thought you were looking out for me,” Tonya said with a mocking glare.

“Ouch,” Caine said with a half-smile. “Well, I wasn’t really asleep. I was meditating.”

“Suuuure,” Tonya smirked.

“I was still holding you up, wasn’t I?” Caine asked pointedly.

“You obviously just sleep all weird and tense, like you do everything else,” Tonya shrugged.

“I am not tense,” Caine said flatly.

Tonya snorted. “You are the stiffest drunk guy I’ve ever seen. I’ve never seen you consume anything but beer, and every night I’m pretty sure you're the most sober person in the whole building.”

“Maybe I just have a high tolerance?” Caine suggested.

“You need to switch to something stronger just so you can relax,” Tonya teased.

“I’m pretty relaxed right now,” Caine shrugged.

“You still have your clothes on,” Tonya deadpanned.

“I didn’t want to put you down to take them off!” Caine scoffed.

“You can take them off now,” Tonya suggested, her eyes full of mischief and promise.

Caine didn’t move. His face clouded with conflict.

Tonya sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She started to climb off him and his arms snaked around her waist tightly. She turned her face back to him, surprise and confusion warring in her eyes. Their eyes met. Caine still didn’t say anything, but she knew. “You’re worried,” she said. “Because of last time. Bella’s place, and Janie, and… everything.” 

Caine nodded slowly. “Yes.”

“But you want this anyway,” Tonya said.

“Yes.”

Tonya reached beneath the water and hooked the hem of his tunic, pulling it off over his head. “All I did earlier was break a bed. We’ll be fine.”

“Weren’t you upset about not being able to… finish?” Caine asked, letting her undress him.

“That’s why I need this now. I’m so keyed up I might explode,” Tonya said. Caine gave her a pointedly worried look. She gave him an exaggerated, apologetic grin. “Alright, poor choice of words.”

Caine chuckled. “This might be a very bad idea.”

“Are you ever optimistic about anything?” Tonya teased as she tugged on his belt.

“Not if I can help it,” Caine shrugged.

She slid off his knees into the pool, tugging his pants free in one steady yank, and let them float away as she slid back into his lap. “Let's see if we can give you something to be hopeful about.”

Caine’s strong hands pulled her in. Their lips met fiercely. Tonya was so frustrated and turned on that she thought she might bruise herself on his mouth, and Caine was brimming with pent-up, barely restrained carnal tension. The heat between her legs was hotter than the water. As her slit found his shaft she hissed contentedly. He groaned and gripped her ass with both hands, grinding her compact body onto his length. Her fingers gripped into the meat of his shoulders. She reveled in the feeling of his powerful muscles as they transitioned between soft and hard with every squeeze of his hands. 

That feeling of energy transferring between them returned. Tonya could feel her passion beginning to wane as tiredness crept up within her. Surprise and worry were mirrored in their faces as their eyes met. Tonya scowled defiantly. 

“Hurry up and fuck me,” she said fiercely. “If I’m going to get tired anyway, might as well make it worth it.” 

Caine’s concern was written all over his face. “Are you-” 

“Yes!” Tonya cut him off. She reached between their legs and took hold of his shaft, lining it up with her entrance. The water made it easier to move around, but washed away some of her natural lubricant. She was so turned on that there was still more than enough. She rotated the head of his cock against her soft folds until together they created a slippery seal and he slid inside her. Not far, but enough. Then she rocked her hips, working him deeper into her inch by inch. He took a long, shallow breath and held her hips tightly, helping push her down onto his length. 

She was hot, and tight, and practically squirming with need when she finally got his entire length inside her. She rolled her hips forward so she could press her clit against his hard pubic bone and took his head in both hands. They moaned into each other’s mouths as she began to grind, stirring her insides with his hard shaft. 

The water rippled outward creating small waves in the hot spring as Tonya rocked her body. The floating feathers lapped to the edges of the pool in time with her quickening breath. She could feel her fatigue building. That steady, constant drain from being in contact with Caine was maddening. The warm water and the feeling of being held was so comforting, it would be so easy to just close her eyes and drift off to the wonderful sensation of having Caine inside her, but she forced herself to stay present and awake. She wanted to come! She was determined this time! 

She added some up-down motion to her grinding, letting Caine’s cock start rubbing past that magic pleasure button inside her. Every downstroke she rolled her hips to grind her clit against him. The sensations alternated. The squeezing, pulsing tension inside her played back and forth with the spike of intensity that tingled up her spine as she rubbed against his pubic bone. She rode him and held his head in her hands, letting the bliss build. She was so fiercely turned on that she reached that familiar threshold in moments. 

She closed her eyes and tried to push herself over the edge...

It was like trying to catch water. The harder she tried, the faster it slipped away. She growled in frustration as the tension reached a wonderful simmer but refused to boil over. Normally she’d be rolling into her first orgasm already, but she... Just. Couldn’t. Get there!

Caine was coming more alive. His trepidation was clearly gone, and he was rocking his hips in time with hers. His strong hands pulled and pushed, keeping her held tightly down against him. She pulled his shoulders forward, luxuriating in the feeling of his smooth, hard chest rubbing against her nipples. 

Her breathing was erratic, her whole body tense with need, but she just couldn’t reach release. She closed her eyes and sank into her own sensations, going back to Bella’s most basic teachings. She imagined herself as a reservoir, and tried to feel how full she was, tried to feel the pressure building.

It wasn’t.

It felt like her reservoir was… enormous. The same amount of buildup just wasn’t enough.

That was the problem. The pressure was actually diminishing, which was why she was having to try so hard to maintain her level of arousal. Her head was so very there, but her body was slipping into exhaustion faster than she could build the pressure up enough. It was making her work harder. She could even feel it. She knew exactly where it was going. Now that she was paying attention, she could feel a second reservoir. No. Not one. Two.

What the hell was going on?

It seemed like the energy she usually built up during sex, that ‘primal kint-esessence', or whatever Bella called it, was being drained away into Caine. Twice.

His hand traced warm wet water up her back and gripped the base of her neck. The water cooled quickly causing a shiver to roll through her. The shuddering clench around his cock curled her toes. He gently bit her bottom lip and she moaned into his mouth and was suddenly right back into the breathtaking sensations again.

It occurred to her that just like the other night when she was sharing the bed with Janie, she was getting easily distracted by other thoughts. Earlier with her John, her head just wasn’t in the game like usual. Now, she was distracted by thoughts of the water, and her reservoir, and whatever was going on with this strange connection with Caine. 

She was also just tired.

“I need you to take over,” she whispered into Caine’s lips. “I can’t keep this up much longer.”

“Are you alright?” Caine asked.

“Yes. I think. There’s something going on with my… magic. I’m trying to figure it out. I don’t think it’s dangerous, so stop worrying,” Tonya reassured him, dragging her lips up his ear while she ground down on his cock.

“You’re getting obnoxiously good at figuring out what I’m thinking,” Caine growled.

“So punish me,” Tonya nipped at his ear. 

Caine lifted her abruptly, sending water cascading down their bodies. She yelped in happy surprise and hung on as he stood up. He turned her around and laid her down on the smooth stone at the edge of the hot spring. It was slick and cool, and surprisingly comfortable. He pulled her thighs, dragging her into position and driving hard into her. Her eyes fluttered and she gripped the edge of the pool to keep herself from being pushed away by his thrusting hips. “Yessss,” she hissed.

He fucked her hard. Fast. Deep. The water splashed around his thighs. Unlike Tonya, he was feeling better than he had in days. Since before Bella’s catastrophic ritual. He was finally starting to feel like himself again. Maybe his counterpart was right. This felt good.

Tonya was splayed out on the dark, wet stones, her legs resting on his shoulders, rolling her head back and forth in exhausted bliss. She was gorgeous. He liked how his hands nearly encircled her tiny waist. Her smallish breasts bounced and rippled with each thrust. He bent down and took one of her hard nipples in her mouth. She grabbed the back of his head and let out a plaintive moan of frustrated need.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” she whined. “I can feel it. Harder!”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Caine said a little worried about the stone, and how hard he was thrusting. 

“Fucking hurt me!” Tonya snapped, sitting up on her elbows and glaring at him. “No more worry, no more, holding back. I’m not made of glass! Fuck me like you want to break me in half!”

Caine slowed down, worried.

She slapped him.

He stopped, surprised and shaken. 

She slapped him again. “If you stop now, I’ll never speak to you again.”

He blinked, completely taken aback. It didn’t really hurt, but the violence of it was completely unexpected.

“Do you know what this feels like?” She glared. “You know when you’re trying to yawn, but get interrupted?”

“Oh, that’s not fun,” Caine said, not sure of how else to respond.

“Imagine that, for the last two days!” She snapped. “Because you are stealing my breath!”

“What?” Caine asked, completely confused.

“It’s going into you!” Tonya said fiercely. “Every time I get close to an orgasm, the tension, the energy drains away! Into you! I keep getting tired for no reason! Right now the only things keeping me awake are sexual frustration, and anger.”

“Why?” Caine asked, still not knowing how to respond.

“I don’t know, but until you get your fill, I think I’m just fucked,” Tonya said bitterly. “Whatever Bella did is draining my energy into you, so I need you to fuck me like my life depends on it, because for all we know, it might.”

“Are you sure we shouldn’t just stop? If I'm draining you, this might be a bad idea,” Caine cautioned, pulling out of her slowly.

Tonya hooked his neck and held him in place before he could completely escape. “It happens no matter what. It’s just faster when we are touching.”

“That isn’t really a vote in favor of continuing.” Caine’s eyes narrowed in thought.

“You are the most frustrating man I have ever met in my life,” Tonya said flatly, gritting her teeth.

Caine chuckled. “Not the first time I’ve heard that.”

“Cock. In me. Now,” she growled.

“I don’t usually let myself get bossed around by anyone, let alone tiny women half my size,” Caine said, giving her a slow, experimental thrust. 

“I don’t usually do the bossing,” Tonya shrugged, laying back down and smiling at the feeling of penetration. She was exhausted. All the fighting and yelling had taken a lot out of her. 

Caine slowly built up his rhythm again, loving the feeling of her slick tightness enveloping him. “You slapped me,” he chuckled.

“You needed it,” Tonya countered, pulling on the lip of the hot spring to meet his thrusts.

“You know, I’m not going to argue with that,” Caine shrugged. 

“Good. Harder,” Tonya ordered.

Caine sped up, pulling her thighs with more force. She felt like she weighed nothing. He slid his hands around her waist again, pressing his thumbs against her hip bones and his fingertips into the edge of her plush, rounded ass. He could feel the cool stone against his knuckles. She hissed her pleasure and arched her back to accommodate his hands. Her toes curled next to his ears. 

He pounded into her. The wet slapping of their bodies echoed through the natural cave. Tonya mewled and rolled her head back and forth on the wet stones, pulling at the rock, and his wrists, squeezing her own breasts and breathing in shallow, lust-filled pulses.

His intensity rose. He pulled her onto him like she was made only for his lust, a willing pleasure tool, a possession gifted to him for exactly this purpose. Years, decades, lifetime's worth of reservations and self-imposed boundaries peeled back. Inside him, his counterpart was laughing out a long peal of cathartic amusement in his head.

He could feel it now, the energy building up inside him. He felt incredible. Like he could take on the world. Brimming with raw, barely restrained power. He felt more alive than he had in decades.

“Fucking. Gods,” Tonya groaned. His cock battered her, hammering that blissful button inside her with every stroke. She loved it. She couldn’t remember ever being this pent up, this ready, this close.

The dimly lit natural cave began to brighten. The water rippled with glittering light. Caine’s eyes lit up with golden fire as he felt his balls tighten. 

“Yes, now, yes!” Tonya thrashed. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her head rolling back and forth. One of her hands held Caine’s wrist in a death grip, and the other worked her clit in a frenzy. Suddenly her back arched. Her eyes opened wide. She gasped in a silent scream, staring into the light from Caine’s eyes. She saw it, but was too preoccupied to wonder. It was finally, finally happening! 

She came. The tension burst. It was a long breath of fresh air mixed with a lightning bolt. Power and pleasure and release ripped through her exhausted body. Caine thrust into her one final time and held her still as she thrashed and shook. His orgasm felt like blissful liquid fire. It didn’t come in pulses. Instead, it was one hard, long wave. Tonya’s eyes lit up with gold, and she felt something inside her burst.

The slow, steady siphoning of energy that had been happening, which got worse when Caine touched her, suddenly reversed. All that power rushed back into her all at once, filling her to the brim. The golden light from her eyes went white. Pleasure became overwhelming. The dam inside her burst. She screamed and grabbed for him desperately. They slid into the water holding each other for dear life like drowning sailors in a storm.

The hot spring exploded.

Water erupted out of the natural tub like a depth charge. Cracks formed all through the stones around them. Tonya was on her knees in the center of the now mostly-empty crater, her ears ringing, her vision swimming. She wondered why it was raining, and why the lights had gone out.

She took a slow, ragged breath, her whole body ravaged but feeling wonderful. She looked up and realized that water was dripping from the ceiling. She grinned and couldn’t help but laugh. It was like the bed. Another boom. She’d blasted all the water out of the pool, and broken the lanterns too.

“Worth it,” she giggled. She rubbed her eyes, noticing the soft glow from her eyes was still there. She looked at her hands. They were pink and raw from holding the stone. 

“Caine?” she asked, looking around. “We blew up the-”

Her laughter sputtered out like a candle flame. In the soft glow from her eyes, she could see Caine on the other side of the room, blasted at least twenty feet away. His neck was at an impossible angle and his skull was misshapen. A dark pool was spreading on the stones beneath him. 

“Fuck. No. No no no,” Tonya cried. She scrambled, feeling the edges of the new cracks cut into her knees and her feet as she awkwardly scrambled out of the slick, broken tub. She didn’t bother trying to stand. She just half-slid, half-crawled to Caine’s slumped body. She put her hands on his chest, on his face, babbling incoherently. Blood pooled around her knees. She shook him and his head rolled to the side, showing a terrible gash and white bone. He was limp, motionless.

“No, please no,” she sobbed. Her hands shook as she frantically, mindlessly tried to push the pieces of his broken skull back together. She knew though. In her heart, she knew. 

Caine was dead.