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never ventured down to her end of the
house, and she had just been in the living room. Unless he was in
the dungeon of the basement, but she doubted that.
She hummed cheerily to herself as she
approached his door, but she stopped short just before knocking.
Her smile faded when she heard the distinct sound of muffled sobs.
Her heart twisted as she put her ear closer to the door and
listened while the ever-scowling, ever-poised, dark artist cried as
if his heart was breaking. She hesitated a moment, uncertain of how
to proceed. She knew she couldn’t just walk away and let him cry,
but she couldn’t let him know she had been listening, either. She
had a feeling that he wouldn’t be very thrilled to be caught in a
weakened state.
Evie turned and went back down the hallway.
She stopped at the beginning of it, counted to five and kicked the
wall hard enough to make a loud noise. “Ow!” she exclaimed, making
sure she was loud enough to be heard. That would announce her
presence if nothing else. She counted to five again, then headed
back to his room. She took a deep breath and knocked.
“Just a moment,” he called from inside, his
voice soft, but clear.
She chewed on her bottom lip as she waited,
still greatly troubled at the thought of him sobbing alone in his
bedroom.
Traevyn opened the door looking no worse for
the wear. His eyes were red, but his presence was the same. Calm,
aloof, icy. He was good at hiding his emotions. “What is it?”
She plastered a grin on her face. “Seth and
I were going to go to Monterey and get pizza tonight.”
He gave a solemn nod. “Very well. I’ll just
find something here. Have a good time.” He started to turn
away.
“Wait!” she cried. She sighed and took a step
in the room. “We wanted you to come with us.”
He stared at her for a moment before his dark
brows drew together in an almost confused frown. “Are you out of
your mind?”
She arched an eyebrow. “A little. More so
since I’ve been living here with you.”
His features softened and his lips turned up
slightly. He sighed. “Thank you for the invitation, but you go and
have fun with your brother.”
She huffed. “Oh come on!” she exclaimed.
“Please? What do you have better to do? Sit in your tower and
read?”
He raised his eyebrows. “My tower? Well, yes
actually. Perhaps I’ll weave some magic while I’m at it,” he
grumbled.
Evie smiled. It was important to her, now
more than ever, to get him to go with them. She would have let it
go originally, but not now. She couldn’t leave him alone to be at
the mercy of his ghosts and demons while she went out and had a
good time. She wouldn’t do it.
“Why is it so important to you that I go
anyway?” he asked, looking curious.
She met his gaze and folded her arms in
determination. “Because I have the feeling that you haven’t gone
out just to have fun in eons.”
He gave a sad-sounding sigh. “You’re right.
I don’t have fun when I go out.” He shook his head. “Can you
honestly picture me sitting in a pizza parlor full of screaming
children and loud people? It’s completely out of my element.”
She met his eyes. “Traevyn, sometimes we
have to step outside of our element or we forget what life is
like.”
He stared at her for a long time. He hated
when she did that. There were times when Evie looked at him, or
said something that gave him the impression that she saw right
through every defense and barrier and could actually gaze upon his
inner self whenever she felt like it. It was unnerving and, yet,
exhilarating somehow. To think that someone could actually see the
small remnants of his shattered soul was terrifying, yet it gave
him hope. Hope that perhaps one day he could be whole again. A real
man and not just a shadow of one.
He frowned. “Why are you calling me by my
first name?” he asked. “I never gave you permission to call me by
my first name.”
She huffed in frustration. “Like I care!”
He raised his
house, and she had just been in the living room. Unless he was in
the dungeon of the basement, but she doubted that.
She hummed cheerily to herself as she
approached his door, but she stopped short just before knocking.
Her smile faded when she heard the distinct sound of muffled sobs.
Her heart twisted as she put her ear closer to the door and
listened while the ever-scowling, ever-poised, dark artist cried as
if his heart was breaking. She hesitated a moment, uncertain of how
to proceed. She knew she couldn’t just walk away and let him cry,
but she couldn’t let him know she had been listening, either. She
had a feeling that he wouldn’t be very thrilled to be caught in a
weakened state.
Evie turned and went back down the hallway.
She stopped at the beginning of it, counted to five and kicked the
wall hard enough to make a loud noise. “Ow!” she exclaimed, making
sure she was loud enough to be heard. That would announce her
presence if nothing else. She counted to five again, then headed
back to his room. She took a deep breath and knocked.
“Just a moment,” he called from inside, his
voice soft, but clear.
She chewed on her bottom lip as she waited,
still greatly troubled at the thought of him sobbing alone in his
bedroom.
Traevyn opened the door looking no worse for
the wear. His eyes were red, but his presence was the same. Calm,
aloof, icy. He was good at hiding his emotions. “What is it?”
She plastered a grin on her face. “Seth and
I were going to go to Monterey and get pizza tonight.”
He gave a solemn nod. “Very well. I’ll just
find something here. Have a good time.” He started to turn
away.
“Wait!” she cried. She sighed and took a step
in the room. “We wanted you to come with us.”
He stared at her for a moment before his dark
brows drew together in an almost confused frown. “Are you out of
your mind?”
She arched an eyebrow. “A little. More so
since I’ve been living here with you.”
His features softened and his lips turned up
slightly. He sighed. “Thank you for the invitation, but you go and
have fun with your brother.”
She huffed. “Oh come on!” she exclaimed.
“Please? What do you have better to do? Sit in your tower and
read?”
He raised his eyebrows. “My tower? Well, yes
actually. Perhaps I’ll weave some magic while I’m at it,” he
grumbled.
Evie smiled. It was important to her, now
more than ever, to get him to go with them. She would have let it
go originally, but not now. She couldn’t leave him alone to be at
the mercy of his ghosts and demons while she went out and had a
good time. She wouldn’t do it.
“Why is it so important to you that I go
anyway?” he asked, looking curious.
She met his gaze and folded her arms in
determination. “Because I have the feeling that you haven’t gone
out just to have fun in eons.”
He gave a sad-sounding sigh. “You’re right.
I don’t have fun when I go out.” He shook his head. “Can you
honestly picture me sitting in a pizza parlor full of screaming
children and loud people? It’s completely out of my element.”
She met his eyes. “Traevyn, sometimes we
have to step outside of our element or we forget what life is
like.”
He stared at her for a long time. He hated
when she did that. There were times when Evie looked at him, or
said something that gave him the impression that she saw right
through every defense and barrier and could actually gaze upon his
inner self whenever she felt like it. It was unnerving and, yet,
exhilarating somehow. To think that someone could actually see the
small remnants of his shattered soul was terrifying, yet it gave
him hope. Hope that perhaps one day he could be whole again. A real
man and not just a shadow of one.
He frowned. “Why are you calling me by my
first name?” he asked. “I never gave you permission to call me by
my first name.”
She huffed in frustration. “Like I care!”
He raised his
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