The Assassin's Leman

My Magician

The Knowles' Ranch

There was a faint smell of breakfast in the air. My eyes were heavy and my body was light and spent. Coolness sat upon the sheets next to me—Onika had been up for a while and she managed to cook breakfast before the boys rose.

I tried not to allow her departure to put more weight on my heart, but it always did. I never wanted to wash the sheets free of her scent, I never wanted to release my body from the cuff she had on it.

"I'm not gone yet, they'll be up in 30 minutes....time change messes with everyone Giselle."

Her trench coat covered her body deliciously. Tied at the waist, she left the Burberry cover open at the top, and even though her breasts were materially covered, the two pieces of flesh sat up in all of their glory.

Her jeans peeked from beneath the coat, next was her thigh high, suede heel boots that hugged her legs like my arms did during our sexual endeavors.

"He had on his helmet, but he ran into the barn's door." I answered her question before she could interrogate me.

She gave me a small smile, placing her purse on the lounge chair in the corner of the room. Her heels clacked seductively against the thick wood beneath her feet, I groaned as I felt myself rise to meet the sun.

"I told you to hold off on the four-wheelers until Christmas. Did you talk to the teacher about Beaux?" She asked quietly, voice smoother than fall air.

I took time to look at her makeup-free face and knew that I had to get everything together for mine quickly.

"Yeah," I mumbled, grabbing her hand inside of mine. Onika sighed, opening her fingers as I opened mine so our hands could become one.

"Those Caucasians couldn't understand the black mind even if there was printed guide in front of them. Beaux is just....Beaux. There's nothing wrong with him," Onika said confidently. I agreed wholeheartedly.

While both of the twins excelled in school, Bryce and Beaux were still two different individuals. Identical physically, but two different sets of insides.

"I know, I treat him no different. I'm patient with the both of 'em, Bry understands though."

"Good," she said. I smiled and closed my eyes at the feel of her fingers freeing my face of any sleep debris.

"I'll see you later, huh?" She poked at my sides, running her nails of the red ink that sat right above my hip.

O. T. M.

"Why can't you just stay here?" I grabbed her hand, bringing it up to my lips, placing a sweet kiss upon her opened palm.

"No matter how comfortable we are here, someone knows, Bey. I'm not ready to go this early," she joked.

I didn't find any humor in the darkness that crawled in and out of her words. It churned my blood, made me want to become a bastard and go on a killing spree outside of my orders.

"They'll have to kill me to even lay a finger on you, Onika. No one knows about this place, I swear to you. This is about the safest place on earth for us to be together right now."