piece of the backdrop, vowing to remain unseen by his captivating eyes. He haunted my dreams, making my insides tingle with desire whenever I thought of his face. Standing in front of him now made me want him even more.
Moving swiftly to where he stood, I found myself only inches away from the heat that radiated from his body. Oh, how I longed to feel his skin beneath my fingertips, his lips on mine once more.
He seemed to sense my presence, his eyes closing and the words falling relentlessly from his mouth, causing waves of rapture to stir deep within. “I long to see you again, Macy. That’s why I have brought you here. Only this time, I didn’t summon you here to save me, but to show me that what I feel is real.”
My hand rose to his lips, the fever of his longing touching the ends of my fingertips. As desperate as I was to allow him to witness reality, to speak of the dreams that floated through my head each night, I watched my hand fall away. It wasn’t right; perhaps I wasn’t right. Allowing my feelings to even surface was utterly wrong. But my hunger grew, and I longed to fall within his arms. I needed him, wanted him like no other.
His soft eyes opened slowly, stinging the inner pieces of my soul, and he sighed in regret at not seeing his angel standing before him. He longed to embrace me once more, and I longed to embrace him as well. Yet in this lifetime, my touch was only meant to be as a savior, not a seductive reply. This left me hollow as I faded fast from his presence and back into the world of who I was meant to be. I stood within the dank alleyway alone and saddened, deciding to trudge home, guilt tugging at my heartstrings.
Chapter Eleven
Convene
“What do you mean, a meeting ? With who?” My tone was somewhat high-pitched and uncertain as I laid my fork down and fell back against my chair.
“There are things you need to know…should know about us, Macy. We have reason to believe someone…” I watched my father glance over at my mother; she nodded her head in agreement before he continued. “A group of individuals are against the Guardians, and although we never speak of them, it’s time to come together as a society to stop them.”
I knew exactly whom my father was speaking of, causing a shudder of terror to dig itself deep within the facets of my mind. Trey and I had spoken of them only once, neither of us finding the time or perhaps the courage to speak their name again. All I knew was that they longed to flush the world clean of our kind, but the secret would remain safely hidden within, as I listened to the words of my father intently.
“Mac, you’ve always wondered what your dear old dad has done all these years. When you’d ask about my job, well…I always pushed the matter aside. There’s a reason for that. You’ll learn the meaning behind my secrecy later.” His face grew serious, and he took a swig of his bourbon.
I knew he was strained, uncertain about speaking of the ones we were meant to fear. Those who knew what I had done…who wanted to put their hands around my throat and choke the life out of me.
“Nightenbows,” he continued, only slightly above a whisper. He shook his head and removed his glasses, rubbing his eyelids. “They want to kill the Guardians, Mac. There is no doubt in my mind that they want to kill you. You were so close to death just a few weeks ago…” He didn’t continue this time, my mother wrapping her arm around his shoulders, as I watched my father try and remain composed. He was not one to show emotion often, even in times of grief, or in this case…fear.
“We’ll be meeting with the Guardian council tonight, Mac. Baron and Empress Griland have expressed an urgent need to convene and discuss the matter at hand. We must be on high alert from this point forward as the numbers of Nightenbows continue to increase. They are not only a threat to us, but to our Shomers as well.” My mother laid her hand upon
Moving swiftly to where he stood, I found myself only inches away from the heat that radiated from his body. Oh, how I longed to feel his skin beneath my fingertips, his lips on mine once more.
He seemed to sense my presence, his eyes closing and the words falling relentlessly from his mouth, causing waves of rapture to stir deep within. “I long to see you again, Macy. That’s why I have brought you here. Only this time, I didn’t summon you here to save me, but to show me that what I feel is real.”
My hand rose to his lips, the fever of his longing touching the ends of my fingertips. As desperate as I was to allow him to witness reality, to speak of the dreams that floated through my head each night, I watched my hand fall away. It wasn’t right; perhaps I wasn’t right. Allowing my feelings to even surface was utterly wrong. But my hunger grew, and I longed to fall within his arms. I needed him, wanted him like no other.
His soft eyes opened slowly, stinging the inner pieces of my soul, and he sighed in regret at not seeing his angel standing before him. He longed to embrace me once more, and I longed to embrace him as well. Yet in this lifetime, my touch was only meant to be as a savior, not a seductive reply. This left me hollow as I faded fast from his presence and back into the world of who I was meant to be. I stood within the dank alleyway alone and saddened, deciding to trudge home, guilt tugging at my heartstrings.
Chapter Eleven
Convene
“What do you mean, a meeting ? With who?” My tone was somewhat high-pitched and uncertain as I laid my fork down and fell back against my chair.
“There are things you need to know…should know about us, Macy. We have reason to believe someone…” I watched my father glance over at my mother; she nodded her head in agreement before he continued. “A group of individuals are against the Guardians, and although we never speak of them, it’s time to come together as a society to stop them.”
I knew exactly whom my father was speaking of, causing a shudder of terror to dig itself deep within the facets of my mind. Trey and I had spoken of them only once, neither of us finding the time or perhaps the courage to speak their name again. All I knew was that they longed to flush the world clean of our kind, but the secret would remain safely hidden within, as I listened to the words of my father intently.
“Mac, you’ve always wondered what your dear old dad has done all these years. When you’d ask about my job, well…I always pushed the matter aside. There’s a reason for that. You’ll learn the meaning behind my secrecy later.” His face grew serious, and he took a swig of his bourbon.
I knew he was strained, uncertain about speaking of the ones we were meant to fear. Those who knew what I had done…who wanted to put their hands around my throat and choke the life out of me.
“Nightenbows,” he continued, only slightly above a whisper. He shook his head and removed his glasses, rubbing his eyelids. “They want to kill the Guardians, Mac. There is no doubt in my mind that they want to kill you. You were so close to death just a few weeks ago…” He didn’t continue this time, my mother wrapping her arm around his shoulders, as I watched my father try and remain composed. He was not one to show emotion often, even in times of grief, or in this case…fear.
“We’ll be meeting with the Guardian council tonight, Mac. Baron and Empress Griland have expressed an urgent need to convene and discuss the matter at hand. We must be on high alert from this point forward as the numbers of Nightenbows continue to increase. They are not only a threat to us, but to our Shomers as well.” My mother laid her hand upon
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