And thank you for doing that to the fucker, for what he did to Keno."
I stared up at him, confused. Mason had been a buffoon when he had stayed with me when the Trust had blundered into the Dreamlands for the first time. From what I had been told by Fuse, that was a mask for a man who cared deeply. He had been the one who had made sure that Fuse had not suffered at the hands of her captors when the one called Murphy had spirited her into the real world. I was just surprised to see he was willing to do the same for me. Fuse was still an innocent woman. I hadn't thought that of myself since I was nine.
"Quickest way to get you warmed up was to pop you naked into bed with someone. I didn't think that these folks would like to see two women together, no matter how hot that is, so McGann was out. I figured that you wouldn't mind me too much, since Wolf grabbed Keno and you don't know Logan."
"And it kept the rest of your party safe,” I whispered.
Mason didn't say anything but shifted so that he could give me something to drink. I grimaced at the taste of the water but still drank it down eagerly. I rested against him, since the cold still filled me. I was surprised that he continued to stroke my back gently, petting me like he might a cat. Mason seemed to be a very gentle man, for all that he had hunted me and mine in the real world. Honest, too, now that I remembered the conversations we had had when we met before. He had acted a buffoon, but not foolish like the others. He had been willing to admit to his prejudices and worries. While he was not someone I could tolerate for long, he was oddly comforting right now.
"Don't get too pissed if you wake up with something poking at you,” Mason said roughly after a couple of minutes. “I know that you're not interested. Don't kill me because my dick was too stupid to figure it out."
I didn't say anything, trying not to be embarrassed for some reason. I drifted off to sleep, plotting on what I needed to do to get back to my estate. I wasn't going to tell him I wasn't able to do anything to harm him. My powers were tied to Nippon, to the land I had claimed and was lord over. Since I was not there and had not left Nippon voluntarily, those powers were cut off from me. I was also exhausted and unable to keep my eyes open any longer.
* * * *
I woke up again, alone, but carefully tucked under the blankets. Mason was dressed and sitting by the side of the bed with a man with a very strange hairstyle, a mixture of thin braids and shaved areas. Mason smiled at me when he saw I was awake. I sat up carefully, feeling not exactly weak, but odd, since I was cut off from my land.
"Tamazusa-sama, this is Logan Sawyer. Wolf and McGann are still fussing over Keno. He's been awake on and off, but he's gonna be okay."
Mason leaned over and handed me a rough clay mug with water in it. I sipped at it appreciatively and tried to smile winningly at them. Logan seemed to respond to it, but my smile seemed to make Mason nervous.
"I was worried about him,” I said.
"How's he doing?” Mason asked me. I knew he was asking about Keno's life in general.
I looked at him, debating how to answer that. “He is fine,” I said slowly. “Aboshi and my samurai adore him. If it wasn't for his power, we wouldn't be here."
"Was he with you?” Mason asked, his eyes shadowed. I knew he was remembering the last time we had been together. Aboshi had nearly killed him.
"He decided that it would be better if one of us stayed at our estate,” I explained. “He trusted Keno to guard me. Which he did an excellent job of. I wouldn't be here if it were not for him."
One of the Northern woman stomped up to us, eyeing me as if I were last week's garbage. She smelt like a tavern wench and was dressed in a dirty, coarse woolen dress. Her greasy hair was braided back, and her face was smudged. She had the gall to look down her nose at me, though, and I was aware of the fact that I was barely dressed in an odd
I stared up at him, confused. Mason had been a buffoon when he had stayed with me when the Trust had blundered into the Dreamlands for the first time. From what I had been told by Fuse, that was a mask for a man who cared deeply. He had been the one who had made sure that Fuse had not suffered at the hands of her captors when the one called Murphy had spirited her into the real world. I was just surprised to see he was willing to do the same for me. Fuse was still an innocent woman. I hadn't thought that of myself since I was nine.
"Quickest way to get you warmed up was to pop you naked into bed with someone. I didn't think that these folks would like to see two women together, no matter how hot that is, so McGann was out. I figured that you wouldn't mind me too much, since Wolf grabbed Keno and you don't know Logan."
"And it kept the rest of your party safe,” I whispered.
Mason didn't say anything but shifted so that he could give me something to drink. I grimaced at the taste of the water but still drank it down eagerly. I rested against him, since the cold still filled me. I was surprised that he continued to stroke my back gently, petting me like he might a cat. Mason seemed to be a very gentle man, for all that he had hunted me and mine in the real world. Honest, too, now that I remembered the conversations we had had when we met before. He had acted a buffoon, but not foolish like the others. He had been willing to admit to his prejudices and worries. While he was not someone I could tolerate for long, he was oddly comforting right now.
"Don't get too pissed if you wake up with something poking at you,” Mason said roughly after a couple of minutes. “I know that you're not interested. Don't kill me because my dick was too stupid to figure it out."
I didn't say anything, trying not to be embarrassed for some reason. I drifted off to sleep, plotting on what I needed to do to get back to my estate. I wasn't going to tell him I wasn't able to do anything to harm him. My powers were tied to Nippon, to the land I had claimed and was lord over. Since I was not there and had not left Nippon voluntarily, those powers were cut off from me. I was also exhausted and unable to keep my eyes open any longer.
* * * *
I woke up again, alone, but carefully tucked under the blankets. Mason was dressed and sitting by the side of the bed with a man with a very strange hairstyle, a mixture of thin braids and shaved areas. Mason smiled at me when he saw I was awake. I sat up carefully, feeling not exactly weak, but odd, since I was cut off from my land.
"Tamazusa-sama, this is Logan Sawyer. Wolf and McGann are still fussing over Keno. He's been awake on and off, but he's gonna be okay."
Mason leaned over and handed me a rough clay mug with water in it. I sipped at it appreciatively and tried to smile winningly at them. Logan seemed to respond to it, but my smile seemed to make Mason nervous.
"I was worried about him,” I said.
"How's he doing?” Mason asked me. I knew he was asking about Keno's life in general.
I looked at him, debating how to answer that. “He is fine,” I said slowly. “Aboshi and my samurai adore him. If it wasn't for his power, we wouldn't be here."
"Was he with you?” Mason asked, his eyes shadowed. I knew he was remembering the last time we had been together. Aboshi had nearly killed him.
"He decided that it would be better if one of us stayed at our estate,” I explained. “He trusted Keno to guard me. Which he did an excellent job of. I wouldn't be here if it were not for him."
One of the Northern woman stomped up to us, eyeing me as if I were last week's garbage. She smelt like a tavern wench and was dressed in a dirty, coarse woolen dress. Her greasy hair was braided back, and her face was smudged. She had the gall to look down her nose at me, though, and I was aware of the fact that I was barely dressed in an odd
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