I jumped awake to something touching my cheek, brushing what felt like my hair away. I swatted it off. It took me too long a moment to realize it was Ezra, and I was still sitting on the floor. Opened my eyes, but they felt heavy. Too heavy. It took me another long minute to groggily pull myself to stand. I stretched against my sore muscles for something to do, stifling a yawn. Sleeping sitting up on the floor was a bad idea, I needed to stay limber. But I knew I would have gotten no sleep without Ezra’s warm, steady presence. “Hi,” I grumbled.“Hi,” he said. I forced my eyes open to see him still sitting motionless on the long windowsill. “You look well rested,” I noted and couldn’t hide my disdain. He was perfect; he always was. I envied him; he was what I wished I could be. Half of his lips quirked up. “I rarely sleep deeply. I can get some sleep while still keeping watch,” he admitted.“Warlock,” I muttered, and my sleepy smile echoed his as I made myself go to the bathroom
I wanted to talk to Ezra and send a note to Sam, but Alice intercepted me on the steps, insisting that I get ready for the funeral. I hadn’t really seen her outside my room before, and that shocked me. She wasn’t ever in the kitchen, but I knew there were other tasks. I hadn’t thought of that before that before, and I should have been.Where was she when she wasn’t with me? “The funeral?” I asked Alice as she brushed my hair. Again. She dropped my hair and met my eye. I didn’t look away. Not now. “Yes?” she asked. “What about it? Are you okay to go?” She eyed me as if death might tear me at the seams.“What do you know about it?” I asked. I couldn’t be caught blindsighted.She looked over her shoulder as if anyone else could possibly be in the room. Well, Ezra could. That thought filled me with a jolt of joy even though I knew he wasn’t. I didn’t sense him. “Two of them,” she whispered, her eyes wide, and I made mine match hers. “Why didn’t they say?” I asked, a hand over my chest
Nolan’s eyes widened, and he looked away from me. “I don’t know,” he admitted. I took a deep breath through my nose. Something inside me crumpled, and I lost some of the anger.“I understand,” I murmured, “the good and the bad are muddled.” That was one overly simplified way to put it.I felt him glance at me, but I was looking ahead. “Yeah. They are,” he agreed.But who were we to discern when the bad outweighed the good? We all had different ideals.But that was why I was here. To enact justice. Part of me felt that was cheap, a huge part of me that wanted another reason, but I knew deep down I didn’t need one. I knew my reason. It was vengeance, and I clung to it.It was tight and fiery and lit me up from the inside. It tasted of justice, and I knew it would feel like it, too. My fingers tingled at the possibility, at the very idea of more vengeance. I clutched them into a fist and tried to hide my smile.I tried to focus and pull a response from my mind. An honest response. “
Neither Nolan nor I said anything until he was gone. Once he seemed to turn toward Alpha Raymond's office in the older wing, I felt I could possibly maybe find my senses again.Nolan’s eyes were still wide, but they were focused on me. “What?” he breathed.“Did you not feel that?” I asked. He shook his head slowly, but his brows tugged together over pursed lips. “I mean, it felt a bit off, I guess, but…”But nothing like the suffocating skin-crawling power I felt. “I’ve seen that man before, but he didn’t have those tattoos,” he added.“Those weren’t tattoos.” I shook my head, but I didn’t have an explanation for them. “He’s probably just here to pay his condolences, and he will be gone,” Nolan explained. Again, it struck me that he was the one trying to comfort me after his brother's funerals that were my doing.We stayed staring at each other for a minute before I brushed back through the curtain, now seeming a bit foolish for my insane reaction. Nolan must think I was actually i
My last breath felt like was knocked out of me. Logically, I knew what he was capable of. To conspire with Alpha Raymond for the demise of my entire pack. His entire pack. The pack he swore to protect above all else.He was capable of orchestrating the slaughter of those closest to him, no matter how big a part he played. Any part he played was too much. But somehow, hearing that he wanted me dead still shook me. To my very essence, the part that still unwillingly held on to my past.I slipped back into who I used to be before this all for a blissful and haunting moment. The child in me that knew him as my uncle, my confidant, my family, knew he wouldn’t do anything to harm me. He would protect me at all costs.Protection, protected. Something so foreign it made me crumble. My labored breathing and heaving chest brought me back. I wasn’t a child; I wasn’t protected. I realized that the blanket of shock I was holding since I found out still was weighing on me, however lightly. Ma
His eyes flashed black. The stagnant library air seemed to come to life around me, around us, as I stood there bare. I didn’t have much to give, but I would start with myself. Even though it felt like a hollow comparison to what he might give me. “Are you sure?” he asked. I nodded. “Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”He stepped forward but was far enough away to take in every inch of me. His eyes roved over my body appreciatively.He opened his mouth to say something. “I’m sure,” I added with finality. Both sides of his lips tugged up. He removed his swords from his back, undoing the straps around his front. Then, he unstrapped his scabbard from his side and placed them carefully with his swords on the chair. The fact that he trusted me enough to remove his weapons completely was huge.He took off his shirt, and I bit my lip. I’d seen his body before, briefly. I didn’t focus on it or tried not to before, but now I could fully take in everything he was.Goddess, he was breathtaking. Eve
I woke from a drowsy sleep, completely comfortable, warm, and safe. Shit. I shot up; those were feelings I should not be feeling when I woke up. My hand rested on Ezra’s warm, hard chest. I blinked as the memories of last night unfurled, and heat rushed to my cheeks. Ezra took my hand in his and kissed the back of it. “Good morning,” he said, but I was still trying to get my bearings. The fire was mostly embers, and the sky outside black. “It’s early,” he stated. “Good,” I managed, sleep coated my throat. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept that well. “That was the best sleep I’ve ever gotten,” Ezra admitted. His morning voice was even more throaty than normal, and it sent fire skittering through me. “Easy,” he growled, his mismatched eyes turned to matching black. I swallowed. “Today is it,” I said, looking out the window. The back of his fingers trailed across my cheek. “It is,” he murmured. We sat there for a moment before he said, “I guess we should get ready.” The
“Are you okay?” Tia asked, and I nodded. “I just need a moment.” I strolled to the window, thinking over my options until we decided on something. I focused on the outcome to quell my rage. The sky was still black, but there was a fuzziness around the edges. I scanned the treeline, and I saw some movement. I knew I was looking for him. I tried to focus on anything else. He would come when he could. Why did I already miss him? I do, too - Aksala said - Last night was… nice Nice - I repeated - Nice is an understatement. She barked a laugh, and we went over the plan today, step by step, accounting for any mishaps. It calmed me, and when I came back to myself, the sky was almost gray. A figure sat on the small balcony, and my heart thudded against my chest. I cracked the window, and his brows pulled together, looking behind me. “Tia is helping me with something,” I explained. Tia coughed and said in a shy voice, “I’ll come back in ten minutes. I need to get something anyway.”