Midnight Falls by McKenzie Hunter

Author:McKenzie Hunter [Hunter, McKenzie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780990344148
Published: 2015-09-10T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

Ethan answered the door and stepped aside to let me in before I could complete the knock. A half-empty box of pizza, several mystical books, and his laptop covered the large cognac-colored ottoman. He pushed it aside, giving me more room as I negotiated around the crowded space near the sofa. The floor was cluttered with more books and stacks of paper with messy script scrawled on them. Usually his tailored clothing flattered his physique, but now he didn’t look like himself. His well-worn jeans and loose t-shirt hung off him casually and he wore the trials of the day heavily on his face.

Taking a seat across from him, I sat comfortably in the oversized chair and waited for him to speak. After nine minutes of silence, I realized that if it were up to Ethan, Mercury would rise again and we would still be sitting on the sofa with less than five words spoken between us.

Where did I start? A bastille for the creatures the elves created that were too heinous to live among the general population wanted him. It was where their mistakes were sequestered and hidden from the world and was attempting to retrieve portentous creatures. It had tried to break open just to claim him. I always considered Ethan dangerous, but on a smaller scale. I truly had no idea.

“What are you?” It felt odd being the one asking that question when Ethan had asked me the same thing so many times.

He sank back into the sofa, and his lips formed a severe line. It took a long time for him to speak. His hands roughly washed over his face. “My grandmother was a dark elf; she died eight days ago.”

You didn’t just blurt something like that out. You eased into telling someone that. You said something like: as of eight days ago I became death. Witches’, faes’, and elves’ magics are never destroyed; the gifts are passed on through bloodlines. Wolf magic often prevented things like that from happening, but obviously it wasn’t an exact science because Ethan had inherited some of his mother’s witch magic upon her death, although most of it was passed on to Josh. Since Ethan and Josh were only half-brothers, and the dark elf magic affected Ethan only, it must have been his paternal grandmother who had died.

“Do you have any aunts or uncles?”

He shook his head. Which meant he had inherited it all.

She was lucky to have been allowed to live long enough to see her grandchildren. How did she live her life? Did her life imitate Ethan’s childhood in that she was forced to live with an absurd amount of iridium on her, or even pumped into her to suppress the magic? Was it in constant fear that she would be discovered? Was it a solitary life because she was too afraid to let anyone in? Living in constant fear that a simple uncontrolled touch could cause someone’s death?

How much control did she need to make sure she could touch someone without killing them? To interact with Ethan without hurting or killing him.

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