Courts and Cabals 2 by G.S. D'Moore (warren buffett book recommendations TXT) 📗

respect attorney-client privilege, but close enough to tackle me if I tried to make a run for it. They followed us all the way through the door and into the courtroom. They posted up on either side of the doors as the lawyer led me toward the defense table. I should have been thinking about my upcoming fight for freedom, but my eyes were drawn to a very slapable ass.

The woman wore heels that toed the line between professional and stripper. My eyes traced upward from there to a tight pencil skirt; so tight, I could tell she wasn’t wearing any panties. A white blouse and blazer combo were above it, but I was shamelessly focused on the impression her cheeks made against the fabric as she bent over the table studying something. My lawyer said I’d been out of it for two days. Between Fern, Lilith, and Littlekittycat69; I’d been getting a lot of ass lately, so my mind yearned for a trip to pound town.

Then, she turned around.

“Oh no, no . . .no . . . no; hell no!” I sputtered as Marcella grinned at me; her red locks framing her deceptively-innocent face.

“Hello, Cam,” she smiled, showing a bit of fang. “Don’t worry about a thing. I’ve got a great defense planned for you.”

“Do you two know each other?” my lawyer asked, clearly confused.

“We’ve had the pleasure,” she replied, with a lick of her lips, as we pushed through the gate that separated the lawyers from the spectators.

I snorted as I was forced to take the seat between my lawyers. I scooted the chair as far away from the vamp as I could.

“I wouldn’t call it a pleasure,” I replied under my breath, loud enough for her to hear.

“It was for me,” she replied casually, as she arranged her papers. “If you’d relaxed, you would have enjoyed it.”

“You tried to sodomize me with a fucking horse cock,” I hissed back.

“Don’t knock it until you try it. Pegging is fairly popular with the sexually enlightened,” she was enjoying this, and that just pissed me off more.

“If there is something I need to know . . .?” the lawyer looked uneasily between us.

I opened my mouth to say I wanted a different lawyer, but the bailiff’s voice rang out.

“All rise, the Honorable Bernard Covington presiding.”

A stooped, old man appeared from a door behind the bench and slowly walked to his seat. He looked like the type of grandfather who came over for Christmas Day, and sat by the fire telling stories to the munchkins. Everything about him was wrinkles, and a battle with baldness he was steadily losing. He moved a little stiffly, and really needed to trim his nose hair. Everything about him was nonthreatening.

That was probably the reason my internal alarm bells screamed a warning, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of incredible vulnerability that worked its way up my spine. For the first time in my life, I felt claustrophobic. I squirmed in my seat, but I was still shackled with cold iron; which meant I couldn’t rely on any enhanced strength to save my ass.

“What good is precognition if this shit doesn’t work when I want it to,” my other gifts were conspicuously silent. I was a sitting duck.

The old judge eased into his seat with a sigh and looked out over the court room. His eyes met mine, and I felt like I was falling into their depths. I’d felt this before, and it had me freaking the fuck out.

“Anima mage!” I mentally flailed as my tether to reality frayed under his gaze.

Fuck if I was going to let the old geezer get in my head. I raged against the foreign presence in my mind, and to my surprise, I made contact. It felt like when I punched someone in the face; that meaty thwack of flesh on flesh. I felt the geezer’s surprise, and then it was like someone threw everything in reverse. Now, I felt like I was being projectile vomited out of whatever mindfuck I’d fallen into.

I emerged from it with a gasp, which had Marcella and my lawyer looking at me with concern. “Cam?” the vamp put her hand on my thigh, close to the artery she’d taken a sip from; but I was too freaked out to notice.

“Anima mage,” I gulped and nodded at the judge.

“He is,” Marcella nodded. “That’s what makes him a good judge. He knows if you’re blowing smoke up his ass. Plus, he’s allowed to take a shallow look in a defendant’s mind as part of his judicial power.”

“Someone could have warned me,” I was still catching my breath, but she got my drift from the glare I shot her.

I returned my focus to the judge. I felt the vibrations form a circle of power that radiated out from around him. I didn’t know shit about how magic worked, I didn’t even know if someone could be an elemental and theurgy mage; but I’d never been able to feel magic before without my Fae gifts. Even when I wasn’t bound by cold iron, it felt different. This time, things felt almost familiar.

“This is the last thing I need,” I groaned. “What the fuck is happening?” My brain felt like it was pounding against my skull.

The judge was probably asking himself the same question. His bushy eyebrows had disappeared into his receding hair line, and he had a WTF expression that mirrored mine. All of this happened in the span of ten seconds, and since he had a lot more experience in the fucking of the minds, the judge recovered first.

“I call to order the ninth district of the supernatural court of the United States of America. Clerk, will you please read the docket,” the judge sounded casual, but his eyes kept darting back to me.

I massaged my