Noah by NOAH
Author:NOAH [NOAH]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-07-25T20:44:50+00:00
“No…” Noah whispered against her ear as he heard the bitter ring of that thought. “You have to understand that the end of the story is unimportant, Kestra. All stories end. All life ends. Nature makes it so. And you know that it can be peaceful or it can be violent and cruel, but it is not the end that matters. It is everything that happens right up until that very last minute that matters most.” He stroked fingers through her hair, knowing she listened as she held him tightly and breathed against his neck. “I know you understand this concept more than anyone I am likely to know. You had two paths before you when that terrible thing happened to you.” They closed their arms tighter around each other in impulsive support. “Be forever a victim, or be anything and everything that savage thought he could take away from you. Oh, you make so much more sense to me now,” he breathed, making her laugh, the tone low with spent tears.
“Don’t get cocky. You don’t know half the things about me you think you do,” she taunted weakly.
“I am living in your mind,” he reminded her in an intimate whisper. “I see the fire. I know Fire, Kestra. Come see mine, see the things I have done, justly and unjustly, all a part of learning my way through life. I see the fury you try to express with explosives. I feel the craving for deeply burning passion that you try to fill with danger. You are notorious? A mercenary? This is supposed to shock me or impress me? I wish to please you, so do let me know.”
“You’re mad as a hatter, you do know that, don’t you?” She sighed the phrase, but there was no rancor to it, no power, and she was relaxed completely in his embrace. Her fingers slid into his loose hair, the curls still damp from his shower. She stroked through them slowly, the sensation singing through Noah as if a tuning fork had been struck to him. The vibration traveled from her fingertips and straight to his toes with some interesting pauses in between. “Nightwalkers, hmm?”
“Yes,” he said carefully, not sure where her mind was going in spite of his newfound access to it. “Demons…my people. Vampires. Lycanthropes, Mistrals, Shadowdwellers, and more recently Druids like yourself. Although, your combined human DNA makes it possible for you to live in the sun, whereas we cannot.”
“Thus the term Nightwalkers,” she said dryly. “This sounds like a plot for a computer game or something.” She paused a beat. “Why can’t you go in the sun? I mean, what happens? Do you poof into dust—or is that just a Vampire thing?”
“Each species has a weakness to the sun, each reacts differently. For Demons it is like walking into a sleep chamber. Everything about it is designed to make us fall deeply asleep. In muted light, or light colored through stained glass, the effect is wonderful and comforting. We sleep beautifully during the day when the sun filters in.
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