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from me? What little of a
life it was. Why was he here, and how had I ended up alone with him again?
And what was that feeling? A prickling
up the back of my neck, a sharpness through my mind, the humming rapidly
shifting throughout my body. That whisper wrapping through my psyche.
~Milseachd ~
I fought it, gritted my teeth against
it. “I was just telling Liam how you need to stop being such an ass.” And there
it was. Out. A giant matzo ball. Did his left eye just twitch? Oh, he did not
look too pleased at all.
“Excuse me?” He stood and I backed up a
step before I realized that I was even moving.
He was tall. I’d been absolutely
correct. I’d have to go with the six feet five inch guess.
He looked even more formidable now.
Broader in the shoulders than he’d seemed when seated, and he exuded that
power.
But my mouth was on a roll. “You need to
stop being an ass. You’re cold and unfeeling, and you could have handled all of
this with me, I’m sure, in a much better way. There had to be a better way. It
might be same-old-bullshit-day for you, but for me this was monumental. Did you
forget that? Has it been so long since it happened to you that you don’t
remember? What it was like to lose everything, everyone that meant anything to
you. To be ripped away from it all. Or maybe you were never human. Maybe you were
always…this.” I spit out that last word with a touch of disgust.
My heart was pounding, racing with a
cocktail of anger and fear—he had moved across the room and planted his feet
firmly in front of me.
The way he moved and walked was all
quiet resolute power, and dominance.
“You’re treading a fine line. You need
to rein it in and be careful,” he said ominously.
“Or what? What Gideon?” Why did his name
feel so good on my tongue? No! Stupid, stupid thought! The air around us
felt heated, charged.I moved closer to him. I wanted him to feel how
much I hated him. I wanted him to feel the waves of it rolling off of me.
Willed it. “What else can you do?” I challenged.
“I’m your Cerberus.” Deadly cold.
“Not mine.” Just as low, just as lethal.
“Yours.”
And there it was… weaving softly through
my mind, down my spine.
Yours.
And the scent ofamber, myrrh,
frankincense; smoky and woodsy and spicy—a slight hint of carnation—making my
head swim.
And then the floor was rushing up to me.
And my head fell back, suddenly heavy and floating at the same time. Then arms
around me, just before I would have struck the floor. Strong arms—and that
scent, that wonderful, mesmerizing scent—wrapped around me, lifted me.
“Iliana.” That voice. Gideon’s voice.
Deep and rumbly. Just the right timbre that struck me in some mystifying way.
And I was there, but not there, unable to even lift my arms to wrap around him.
That would have been nice.
Safe… S ábháilte
The word whispered through my head.
The room moved in and out of focus.
“Liam! Get in here!” And then Gideon’s
face so close
to
mine, but those eyes weren’t burning darkly with anger. There was something
else in them. Something that made me feel…taken aback, shaken, not in an
unpleasant way, but in a faraway sense. I felt there and somewhere else at the
same time. Was it worry that I saw in them? True concern? Maybe a hint, a tiny
hint of tenderness? My skin felt like Sprite was bubbling just under the
surface, and I couldn’t move, but the tingling, bubbling sensation made me giggle
ever so slightly. The sound felt far from me, as If I was hearing someone
across the room, not my own voice.
It wasn’t fair that Death, or his
associates, were so beautiful. Thankfully, I passed out, my eyes slipping closed,
before I could utter the words that were settled on the tip of my tongue.
That I could look into his eyes forever.
Somehow I don’t think that would have
gone over very well with him after calling him an ass.
Voices.
I could hear voices fading in and out, bits of conversation. Liam
life it was. Why was he here, and how had I ended up alone with him again?
And what was that feeling? A prickling
up the back of my neck, a sharpness through my mind, the humming rapidly
shifting throughout my body. That whisper wrapping through my psyche.
~Milseachd ~
I fought it, gritted my teeth against
it. “I was just telling Liam how you need to stop being such an ass.” And there
it was. Out. A giant matzo ball. Did his left eye just twitch? Oh, he did not
look too pleased at all.
“Excuse me?” He stood and I backed up a
step before I realized that I was even moving.
He was tall. I’d been absolutely
correct. I’d have to go with the six feet five inch guess.
He looked even more formidable now.
Broader in the shoulders than he’d seemed when seated, and he exuded that
power.
But my mouth was on a roll. “You need to
stop being an ass. You’re cold and unfeeling, and you could have handled all of
this with me, I’m sure, in a much better way. There had to be a better way. It
might be same-old-bullshit-day for you, but for me this was monumental. Did you
forget that? Has it been so long since it happened to you that you don’t
remember? What it was like to lose everything, everyone that meant anything to
you. To be ripped away from it all. Or maybe you were never human. Maybe you were
always…this.” I spit out that last word with a touch of disgust.
My heart was pounding, racing with a
cocktail of anger and fear—he had moved across the room and planted his feet
firmly in front of me.
The way he moved and walked was all
quiet resolute power, and dominance.
“You’re treading a fine line. You need
to rein it in and be careful,” he said ominously.
“Or what? What Gideon?” Why did his name
feel so good on my tongue? No! Stupid, stupid thought! The air around us
felt heated, charged.I moved closer to him. I wanted him to feel how
much I hated him. I wanted him to feel the waves of it rolling off of me.
Willed it. “What else can you do?” I challenged.
“I’m your Cerberus.” Deadly cold.
“Not mine.” Just as low, just as lethal.
“Yours.”
And there it was… weaving softly through
my mind, down my spine.
Yours.
And the scent ofamber, myrrh,
frankincense; smoky and woodsy and spicy—a slight hint of carnation—making my
head swim.
And then the floor was rushing up to me.
And my head fell back, suddenly heavy and floating at the same time. Then arms
around me, just before I would have struck the floor. Strong arms—and that
scent, that wonderful, mesmerizing scent—wrapped around me, lifted me.
“Iliana.” That voice. Gideon’s voice.
Deep and rumbly. Just the right timbre that struck me in some mystifying way.
And I was there, but not there, unable to even lift my arms to wrap around him.
That would have been nice.
Safe… S ábháilte
The word whispered through my head.
The room moved in and out of focus.
“Liam! Get in here!” And then Gideon’s
face so close
to
mine, but those eyes weren’t burning darkly with anger. There was something
else in them. Something that made me feel…taken aback, shaken, not in an
unpleasant way, but in a faraway sense. I felt there and somewhere else at the
same time. Was it worry that I saw in them? True concern? Maybe a hint, a tiny
hint of tenderness? My skin felt like Sprite was bubbling just under the
surface, and I couldn’t move, but the tingling, bubbling sensation made me giggle
ever so slightly. The sound felt far from me, as If I was hearing someone
across the room, not my own voice.
It wasn’t fair that Death, or his
associates, were so beautiful. Thankfully, I passed out, my eyes slipping closed,
before I could utter the words that were settled on the tip of my tongue.
That I could look into his eyes forever.
Somehow I don’t think that would have
gone over very well with him after calling him an ass.
Voices.
I could hear voices fading in and out, bits of conversation. Liam
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