teleport. She is strong for one so young.”
“For those of us who can call being almost two hundred and fifty years old „young."” Bella laughed, cuddling up under Jacob"s possessive arm even tighter.
“Compared to you guys, I"m an infant!”
“Fledgling, little flower,” Jacob corrected, giving her forehead an affectionate kiss to go with his endearment for her.
“I am afraid I must also take my leave,” Gideon interjected, his mind fully on Legna"s unusual departure.
He had seen something. Something within the empath that was not quite clear to him, but it was potentially physiologically alarming. It had been an impression more than anything, his power weakened by his astral state. Still, it had his interest, and he was compelled by an urge to confront Legna. This impression troubled him.
If Gideon had learned anything in his vast lifetime, it was that his instincts were rarely wrong.
“In the future, Jacob, I will exercise more care when approaching your mate. My apologies.” With a curt bow, Gideon vanished in a brilliant flash of silver light.
Jacob and Isabella exchanged perplexed looks and thoughts. But after a moment, Bella"s eyes began to drift over Jacob"s body and the nature of her thoughts changed significantly, punctuated by a sexy, mischievous smile.
“Want to make love to a basketball?” she invited.
Jacob threw back his head and laughed, all painful memories banished in an instant, minimal feelings in the face of his beloved"s wink and smile.
CHAPTER 3
Legna materialized in her bedroom, the familiar pop of displaced air the only announcement of her arrival. Still, Noah would know she had returned. Being her brother aside, Noah was always sensitive to the proximity of all sources of energy. Legna moved to her bed, sitting down slowly as she exhaled a deep, cleansing breath. There was comfort in the protection of her brother"s house, although, at times, she did find herself agreeing with Bella"s desire to have a little solace, a few precious moments of privacy.
She knew it was strange for her to feel this way.
She was a Demon. Demons thought privacy was an outdated human concept. What use were secrets amongst creatures who, no matter what element their abilities were drawn from, always had some sort of innate sensory perception that almost immediately told them the nature of an encountered situation? Noah, for instance, could have the manor packed with guests on special occasions, a hundred or more, and he would be aware of every single energy signature, where it was, and what it was doing. Legna"s sense of emotion was equally vast. She would know, even without purposely seeking it out, who was arguing, who was laughing, who was making love, and who was as drunk as the proverbial skunk. They had all lived long, seen it all, done things far more exposed to criticism or embarrassment. What difference did walls or knocking make? A philosophy Gideon clearly lived by. The part he forgot was the common respect of choosing his moments to suddenly cross certain boundaries.
Still, to be alone in her thoughts, in her actions.
The idea had a certain appeal to it. Why it appealed to Legna at this particular time of her life, she did not know. It just did. It was a false ideal, she knew.
Nightwalkers abounded throughout the world and the human concept of privacy was an illusion of ignorance being bliss.
Still...
She was restless, and she knew it was only a matter of time before others besides her intuitive sister and brother began to pick up on it even more than they already had. Traditionally, when Demons were perceived as dramatically restless or unhappy, they were guided into a group of mentors and bombarded with attentiveness and counseling. It was a common belief that Demons without a sure awareness of themselves and their goals could be led astray. They were too powerful a species to be allowed to give in to emotional whims and be left open to potentially negative influences. Demons felt
“For those of us who can call being almost two hundred and fifty years old „young."” Bella laughed, cuddling up under Jacob"s possessive arm even tighter.
“Compared to you guys, I"m an infant!”
“Fledgling, little flower,” Jacob corrected, giving her forehead an affectionate kiss to go with his endearment for her.
“I am afraid I must also take my leave,” Gideon interjected, his mind fully on Legna"s unusual departure.
He had seen something. Something within the empath that was not quite clear to him, but it was potentially physiologically alarming. It had been an impression more than anything, his power weakened by his astral state. Still, it had his interest, and he was compelled by an urge to confront Legna. This impression troubled him.
If Gideon had learned anything in his vast lifetime, it was that his instincts were rarely wrong.
“In the future, Jacob, I will exercise more care when approaching your mate. My apologies.” With a curt bow, Gideon vanished in a brilliant flash of silver light.
Jacob and Isabella exchanged perplexed looks and thoughts. But after a moment, Bella"s eyes began to drift over Jacob"s body and the nature of her thoughts changed significantly, punctuated by a sexy, mischievous smile.
“Want to make love to a basketball?” she invited.
Jacob threw back his head and laughed, all painful memories banished in an instant, minimal feelings in the face of his beloved"s wink and smile.
CHAPTER 3
Legna materialized in her bedroom, the familiar pop of displaced air the only announcement of her arrival. Still, Noah would know she had returned. Being her brother aside, Noah was always sensitive to the proximity of all sources of energy. Legna moved to her bed, sitting down slowly as she exhaled a deep, cleansing breath. There was comfort in the protection of her brother"s house, although, at times, she did find herself agreeing with Bella"s desire to have a little solace, a few precious moments of privacy.
She knew it was strange for her to feel this way.
She was a Demon. Demons thought privacy was an outdated human concept. What use were secrets amongst creatures who, no matter what element their abilities were drawn from, always had some sort of innate sensory perception that almost immediately told them the nature of an encountered situation? Noah, for instance, could have the manor packed with guests on special occasions, a hundred or more, and he would be aware of every single energy signature, where it was, and what it was doing. Legna"s sense of emotion was equally vast. She would know, even without purposely seeking it out, who was arguing, who was laughing, who was making love, and who was as drunk as the proverbial skunk. They had all lived long, seen it all, done things far more exposed to criticism or embarrassment. What difference did walls or knocking make? A philosophy Gideon clearly lived by. The part he forgot was the common respect of choosing his moments to suddenly cross certain boundaries.
Still, to be alone in her thoughts, in her actions.
The idea had a certain appeal to it. Why it appealed to Legna at this particular time of her life, she did not know. It just did. It was a false ideal, she knew.
Nightwalkers abounded throughout the world and the human concept of privacy was an illusion of ignorance being bliss.
Still...
She was restless, and she knew it was only a matter of time before others besides her intuitive sister and brother began to pick up on it even more than they already had. Traditionally, when Demons were perceived as dramatically restless or unhappy, they were guided into a group of mentors and bombarded with attentiveness and counseling. It was a common belief that Demons without a sure awareness of themselves and their goals could be led astray. They were too powerful a species to be allowed to give in to emotional whims and be left open to potentially negative influences. Demons felt
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