Dark Around the Edges: Find Me (Cambion) by Z Cari

Author:Z, Cari [Z, Cari]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781627570336
Publisher: Storm Moon Press LLC
Published: 2013-08-08T22:00:00+00:00

Devon couldn't quite seem to wake up.

He was on the verge of it, he knew. He had been for a while now. If he strained, he could hear sounds: the hum of an engine, or strains of soft, unfamiliar music, or water splashing against porcelain. Bright, blobby shapes floated against the blackness of what had to be his eyelids, and Devon tried to open them, but they didn't budge. Too much effort, and he tumbled back down into sleep with no measure of how much time was passing.

As Devon pushed back up after another dip into unconsciousness, he was vaguely aware of the sensation of movement, and warm pressure against his upper back and under his knees. Carried, his mind lobbed at him lazily. He was being carried, held close against someone's chest as the air went from warm to cool. Inside to outside?

Whoever was carrying Devon set him down gently onto something soft—a bed, a couch?—not outside, then. Soft fabric rubbed over his skin, followed by gentle hands shifting his limbs to slide on some sort of clothing. Then the hands went away. Devon could just barely hear the scuff of shoes on carpet, followed by a long, slow sigh. Big lungs, a deep voice... didn't he know someone like that? For a moment, Devon thought it had to be one of his fathers, but neither of them was particularly big. No, this was...

Rio. It was Rio. Just thinking his name made Devon's heart speed up. He wasn't entirely sure why, but it was suddenly imperative that he wake up all the way and open his eyes. He had to see Rio, had to see him with his own two eyes. It seemed like the last time Devon had seen Rio, things had been... different.

It took a lot of effort, but after a few seconds, Devon was able to move his fingers. His toes followed suit, and then his whole hand. He forced air through his vocal cords; it was barely enough noise to qualify as a grunt, but Rio seemed to hear it.

"Devon?" The soft surface depressed with Rio's added weight, and Devon felt one of those oversized hands cup his face. He turned into the touch, weakly, and grunted again.

"Here we go," Rio muttered. "Let's do it right this time, no more slipping away, Devon. Open your eyes." His voice sounded odd, strained, not sure and smooth the way Devon remembered it. "Open up, honey, open your eyes."

Devon tried, but his eyelids felt so heavy. He was able to curl his lips up into a little smile, though. "C'lled me h'ney," he husked, and the dryness of his throat made him blanch. Why was he so thirsty? How long had he been asleep?

"I'll call you anything you want if you look at me, snickerdoodle."

Devon wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, his voice had dried up and blown away. He focused his energy on his eyes instead, felt his lashes flutter against his cheek as the heaviness receded and they slowly, tenuously began to reveal the light behind the darkness.

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