Ascension (Facets of Feyrie Book 2) by Zoe Parker

Author:Zoe Parker [Parker, Zoe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2018-01-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Phobe

A while ago, the children crawled up in the truck with her, and now Iza is reading a bedtime story to them. Knox and Cadey are both currently asleep with their heads on her lap.

The older ones, including Ruthie and Michael, are looking at Iza in rapt attention. She is reading them their history, and they have not realized it yet because she is making it so entertaining.

Clever. And not something I imagined her doing.

My eyes linger a moment longer and then move to the other man watching from the shadows. Adriem. His green eyes are only on one person, Iza.

My stomach tenses but I fight the emotion. I know it for what it is now— jealousy. It is not something I enjoy feeling, nor is it something I will let myself continue to feel.

My shadows brush against him, there is no reason for jealousy.

I understand my place in things. And he understands his.

Knowing she is safe, especially guarded by the Nightmares, I turn away and head towards the human town. My skin tingles as the glamour coats me.

I am wearing an unrecognizable face. After putting some thought into it, I opted for one that no one has seen: a child, or at least a form that looks like a child. He was male, black hair, blue eyes. He looked Michael’s age. Now I do too.

He was a lange, a shapeshifter of sorts. They favor inanimate objects like trees and shrubs that they entangle their victims with, feeding on their essences. They do not age past puberty. The body of this one was over a thousand years old when I ate him.

So long ago.

Choosing to walk, instead of taking on a form I can move more quickly with, I find myself enjoying the night. I cannot recall the last time I did so. For a few moments I admire the brightness of the moon in the sky, the stars twinkling brightly in the background and the smell of the the crisp night air.

Soon this place will be blanketed in white when the snow that I can smell in the air finally reaches here. A month at the most. Iza’s children will like the snow. Some of them have not seen it before.

I am not sure how she will feel about snow. She takes wonder in the strangest things, though. I know she is looking forward to the human holidays.

Humans have many holidays, some of which make no sense—or are based off obscure gods who never existed to begin with. Although they did get one thing right.

There is a god here. A creator. There were three at the beginning of all. The creator is one of them. Iza calls him the All-Father.

Ahead of me a human steps out of the shadows.

“Kid, are you lost?”

The smell of gun oil is carried on the breeze towards me. His clothes are too clean, in too good of condition to belong to the dredge he is trying to portray.

This is one of the humans that are watching Iza.

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