Night Resurrected by Joss Ware

Author:Joss Ware [Ware, Joss]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Dystopian Future, Paranormal Romance
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

gutted buildings. “A resurrection.” His

breath was a little ragged. His throat

hurt. “Like a damn phoenix. Destroyed,

then rising from the ashes, pristine and

reborn. Christ, I’d just as soon have

stayed in the damned ashes. I don’t

understand why—” He bit off the words

sharply, curled his fingers into an angry

fist. “I just want to live again.

Goddammit, I just want to live. And at

the same time, I just want it to end. I

want to be fucking done with it.” The

guilt. The anger. The pain.

Simon nodded next to him, and for a

moment they were silent. Then he spoke,

softly. “When it all happened—just

before the cave started collapsing

around me, just before all hell broke

loose—I was praying. On my knees.

Couldn’t remember the last time I’d

really prayed. I was praying for my life

to end . . . or for some miracle to

happen.”

“Well, hell, Simon, you got your

damned miracle.”

The other man looked at him, grief in

his expression. “In a matter of speaking.

Fact is, we can’t change—nor are we

responsible for—what happened. It’s

done. It’s over. It’s gone. But there’s a

reason for all of us making it through,

you know. Elliott, me, Quent, Fence.

Even Theo. You have to find yours. You

know our being here has already made

things different.”

“Hm.” Wyatt slipped his hand into

his pocket. Felt the warm, solid weight

there. Sifted it through his fingers, then

let it slip back into the depths. He shook

his head. “No. No thanks. I’ll take the

ashes.”

Simon looked at him, his perfect,

chiseled features limned by the dancing

light of a nearby torch. “That’s what I

used to think.” His mouth twisted in a

wry, sad sort of smile. He clapped him

on the back, his hand lingering long

enough to let Wyatt know he truly cared.

Wyatt might have responded, but

before he could, something barreled into

his leg. He looked down to find himself

accosted by an ecstatic bundle of fur

complete with delighted whines and

frantic tongue. “Dantès!” He crouched to

greet the dog.

She’s here.

“You seen Ian Marck anywhere?” he

asked Simon as he stood back up, his

hand still settled on Dantès’s head.

Wyatt looked around. Where Dantès

was, she was never far away. But there

were too many people and the light was

too faulty.

“Yeah. The bastard’s here. How’d

you know?” Simon didn’t trouble to hide

an inflection of surprise.

Wyatt

shrugged.

“Just

had

a

suspicion. What’s he up to?”

“Nothing, so far. Chavala’ s just

sitting in the corner alone. Watching.

Having a beer. Fence and I are keeping

an eye on him.”

Alone.

Wyatt

considered

the

implications. “I’m hungry,” he said,

realizing that he still hadn’t done

anything about his empty stomach. “That

pork smells amazing.”

Simon, not much of a talker himself,

seemed willing to let the conversation

drop. “There’s cherry pie too. But I’ve

got to make one more patrol around

before I can eat. And Sage said

something about dancing later.” He

didn’t sound all that enthusiastic about

the idea. “Later.”

“Thanks, Simon,” Wyatt said as his

friend disappeared into the crowd.

He turned back toward the revelry.

Back to the world. Back to his life.

It was about thirty minutes into the

celebration before Remy realized she

was having a good time. She was

relaxed. She laughed. She sipped a glass

of white wine studded with slices of

orange and lemon and strawberries. She

managed to navigate in the silver high-

heeled shoes Flo had fairly shoved on

her feet. A collection of wide silver

bangles clanked at her wrist.

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