Master Kein Lounged along a bench and answered.


    “They cannot separate us from Ciara. What will they do with us?”


    “And what will we do with you?” Master Evan growled pulling me toward him.


    I stumbled and Landed on his Lap.


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    “So many questions,” I grunted trying to stand and failing.


    “Yes,” Master Damien said watching us, “so many questions…Perhaps you could enlighten us. How is


    it that we share our bond with a human? How did you do that Ciara and from so far away? The


    mountains usually disrupt our bond.”


    The men sat unmoving in the water. Their eyes bored into me and I didn’t know what to say.


    “I didn’t do anything, Master Damien, it just happened.”


    They didn’t need to watch my eyes to know I was telling the truth. I couldn’t exin how I connected to


    them. It was pretty obvious from the jumble in my head that we were.


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    “Females cannot bond with us,” Master Evan said holding me tight.


    Some part of him knew I was female. There was a hint of fear there and it waspletely


    unnecessary.


    “I’ve seen your women here, Master Evan,” I reasoned, “I’m not really a womanpared to them.”


    Master Christof snorted, “You bear young ones, Ciara. You are female. You’ve always thought you were


    female.”


    “I’m not Like the women here, though,” I stressed and Master Evans arms loosened around me.


    Perhaps I wasn’t a female, he was still torn on the issue. The men’s opinion shed violently with my


    own and it was ufortable. Only in one mind did I find simr ideas. There wasfort in


    agreement there.


    “I know, Ciara,” Master Christof soothed.


    Master Christof had always believed I was female. It wasn’t the prevailing opinion, so he’d never


    pushed it.


    “You don’t agree on everything?” I asked. Master Evan dragged a wet cloth up my arms and answered,


    “Mostly, some opinions we do not share, but those thoughts make us ufortable.”


    Their minds hummed along with mine as Evan bathed mepletely.


    In return for the care, I started to wash Evan’s hair once it was wet. The shock I got when my fingers


    ran through the damp Locks startled me. His hair was sensitive, not just his scalp. I twisted a lock


    around my fingers and I felt the weird pleasure that caused him.


    “Wash it, please,” he requested softly, “and then twist it.”


    The other men were used to this. They all knew Evan’s hair wasn’t Like theirs. The sensitivity was a


    secret they hid. It could be dangerous if others knew.


    I gently cleaned Evan’s hair and scalp how he Liked. Once I was done I sat behind him on the edge of


    the stone tub. What he called twisting, I called braiding. Working slowly I braided and unbraided his


    hair. The sensations put him in a near Zen state of rxation.


    Still, Evan’s intense pleasure could not take away the questions. He shook himself out of his trance and


    pulled me back into the water. There were mysteries that needed to be explored. They were curious


    about my stomach. It wasn’t clear to them what was inside of it that made itrger.