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Authors: Felicity Heaton
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her and dipped his head, bringing his eyes down to level with hers. “You know Amelia?”
Amelia?
She shook her head. “I know no such female.”
“Amelia is the original angel,” Nevar said and she shook her head again.
“She is not called Amelia.” Lysia searched her memories for the name of the original angel, the one who had provided much amusement for the Devil over the millennia. “I do not recall her name but it was not Amelia. I recall that she died. Was another born?”
He nodded. “She survived this time, with the help of the Hell’s angel and the angel of Heaven.”
“Interesting. What else has happened?” She wanted to know. The world had changed from how she remembered it and the balance of power had changed with it.
“Maybe you should all come inside and tell me why you both can understand her and I can’t,” Einar said and she glared at him. He shot one back at her and shifted into the shadows inside the building.
Asmodeus followed him inside and she trailed along behind Nevar.
“What is the last thing you can remember before the battle?” he said in a low voice that she felt was meant for her ears only.
She racked her brain, working forwards from the furthest point she could recall until she reached the memories that hurt her head.
A beautiful scene played out in her mind, golden sand stretching as far as the eye could see, broken only by the wide dark swath of the Nile and the palms that dotted its banks. Beyond it stood the most incredible thing she had seen.
“Thebes.”
Nevar stopped dead and she bumped into his back. He looked over his shoulder, his jade eyes filled with incredulity.
“You remember Thebes?”
She nodded.
“Not Thebes like a ruin… like it is today… but like a city?”
She nodded again. “I recall the people coming and going, and how they would speak of their lives. I spent the whole day basking in the sun and watching them, learning about them.”
“You understood their language?” He turned back to face her. “As you understand mine?”
“I understand all languages… but I cannot speak them.”
He stared at her as if he hadn’t understood her and she was on the verge of repeating herself, afraid that he might have lost the talent to hear her words in a language he knew, when he moved closer, coming to tower over her, his expression holding a cold edge that she didn’t like, one that unsettled her.
“Thebes has not been a city in over two thousand years.”
Her eyes widened. Two thousand years.
“But I recall it as if it was only yesterday and it was the last memory that is clear to me. How is that possible?” Her heart pounded hard against her chest, a shiver going through her as she stared up into his eyes, searching them for the answer even when she knew he didn’t have it for her.
He hesitated and then lifted his right hand and settled it against her cheek, his palm resting softly on her skin and his fingertips touching the line of her jaw. “We will find out, but first we must see if Taylor knows of your kind.”
She looked beyond him to the dark entrance of the building. A half-demon. Nevar had explained that Taylor often worked with people he knew, helping them with their problems. She hoped the female warrior could help her.
Nevar took her hand in his and the world and her worries melted away as she looked down at them, at his long black fingers pressing into the back of her hand. She liked the feel of it and the heat that rushed through her whenever they touched.
She liked his heat.
It was there in his eyes whenever he looked at her, a palpable hunger that echoed within her and called to her, luring her into stepping nearer to him and closing the gap between them.
She climbed the twisting wooden staircase with him, heading high into the building, towards the level where she had seen the golden light. It shone ahead of her now, illuminating the corridor, and voices drifted to her ears, among them a soft feminine one
Amelia?
She shook her head. “I know no such female.”
“Amelia is the original angel,” Nevar said and she shook her head again.
“She is not called Amelia.” Lysia searched her memories for the name of the original angel, the one who had provided much amusement for the Devil over the millennia. “I do not recall her name but it was not Amelia. I recall that she died. Was another born?”
He nodded. “She survived this time, with the help of the Hell’s angel and the angel of Heaven.”
“Interesting. What else has happened?” She wanted to know. The world had changed from how she remembered it and the balance of power had changed with it.
“Maybe you should all come inside and tell me why you both can understand her and I can’t,” Einar said and she glared at him. He shot one back at her and shifted into the shadows inside the building.
Asmodeus followed him inside and she trailed along behind Nevar.
“What is the last thing you can remember before the battle?” he said in a low voice that she felt was meant for her ears only.
She racked her brain, working forwards from the furthest point she could recall until she reached the memories that hurt her head.
A beautiful scene played out in her mind, golden sand stretching as far as the eye could see, broken only by the wide dark swath of the Nile and the palms that dotted its banks. Beyond it stood the most incredible thing she had seen.
“Thebes.”
Nevar stopped dead and she bumped into his back. He looked over his shoulder, his jade eyes filled with incredulity.
“You remember Thebes?”
She nodded.
“Not Thebes like a ruin… like it is today… but like a city?”
She nodded again. “I recall the people coming and going, and how they would speak of their lives. I spent the whole day basking in the sun and watching them, learning about them.”
“You understood their language?” He turned back to face her. “As you understand mine?”
“I understand all languages… but I cannot speak them.”
He stared at her as if he hadn’t understood her and she was on the verge of repeating herself, afraid that he might have lost the talent to hear her words in a language he knew, when he moved closer, coming to tower over her, his expression holding a cold edge that she didn’t like, one that unsettled her.
“Thebes has not been a city in over two thousand years.”
Her eyes widened. Two thousand years.
“But I recall it as if it was only yesterday and it was the last memory that is clear to me. How is that possible?” Her heart pounded hard against her chest, a shiver going through her as she stared up into his eyes, searching them for the answer even when she knew he didn’t have it for her.
He hesitated and then lifted his right hand and settled it against her cheek, his palm resting softly on her skin and his fingertips touching the line of her jaw. “We will find out, but first we must see if Taylor knows of your kind.”
She looked beyond him to the dark entrance of the building. A half-demon. Nevar had explained that Taylor often worked with people he knew, helping them with their problems. She hoped the female warrior could help her.
Nevar took her hand in his and the world and her worries melted away as she looked down at them, at his long black fingers pressing into the back of her hand. She liked the feel of it and the heat that rushed through her whenever they touched.
She liked his heat.
It was there in his eyes whenever he looked at her, a palpable hunger that echoed within her and called to her, luring her into stepping nearer to him and closing the gap between them.
She climbed the twisting wooden staircase with him, heading high into the building, towards the level where she had seen the golden light. It shone ahead of her now, illuminating the corridor, and voices drifted to her ears, among them a soft feminine one
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