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resorted to acting childishly as he had in England.
When Prophecy glanced across at him, he gave her his full attention.
“We have no other choice but to fight together. It is the only way that will guarantee both of our families’ safety. We can’t risk the two armies turning on each other, or refusing to fight … or worse, siding with Elena.”
He could hear the tiniest hint of anxiety in her voice, too small for the others to detect, but enough that he noticed it. To them, she probably sounded confident and strong, in command. To him, she sounded scared and tired. He’d become so used to her ways, her nuances, that he could sense the faint change in her feelings as though they were bonded.
Looking down at her hand and the amulet that encased it, he wasn’t surprised to see a faint glow coming from the purple stone against her palm. Edging closer to her, he leaned on the table in a similar fashion to her and touched his hand against hers. She looked down at his hand where it was brushing hers and then smiled up into his eyes. Offering her a slight smile in return, he absorbed the warm tickling of the magic as it crept over his hand and then turned his attention to Serenity when she spoke.
“There has to be a way. Surely not all of the Aurorea are against us?” Serenity turned to face Xavier as she spoke and Valentine looked at him.
He waited to see how his head guard was going to react to such a question. His eyes locked on Xavier’s face, watching for any sign that he was lying.
“Not all, no. There are some willing to work with the Caelestis for the greater good of the family.”
“Of our species.” Prophecy corrected him.
Xavier frowned and then lowered his head. “My apologies, my lady. I meant my family and our species of course.”
Prophecy’s eyes followed his hand as he swept his dark hair from his face, pushing the long strands back into the ponytail that held the rest. She held his gaze when he finally found the courage to look directly at her. She swore his eyes flashed blue for a moment, but it might have been her imagination. She hadn’t been sleeping well recently and everything was starting to seriously take its toll on her.
She moved her hand closer to Valentine’s, wanting more of the comforting feeling that his proximity was giving her. Glancing down at his hand, she smiled inside when she saw the red threads of magic weaving their way around both of their fingers.
“It’s the calm before the storm isn’t it? She’s making us wait on purpose,” she said to no one in particular.
“It would seem that way,” Valentine answered her.
She stared at his hand, her eyes tracing the veins in the back of it and the intricate white scars that marred his skin. She liked the way she felt when he was this close to her. She felt a lot calmer and relaxed. Being in his arms earlier had reminded her of being on the run with him. She really wished she still were. This wasn’t what she wanted for her. She’d never wanted to lead her family. Now she was bogged down, forced to command a political position, and no safer than she had been when on the run. She still had a prophecy hanging over her head. People still wanted her dead. Only now they knew exactly where to find her.
The door opened and she lifted her head a fraction, enough to see Venturi enter. A sense of discomfort filled her and she could only hold his gaze for a split second before something forced her to look away. She stared at Valentine’s hand again, not willing to let go of it even though she knew that doing so would alleviate the strange sense of guilt inside her.
Venturi stopped beside her and she still kept hold of Valentine, even when she looked at him.
The Tenebrae placed the journal and the two scroll fragments down. She noticed that he avoided looking at her hand and at the man standing next to her. It was understandable. If their roles were reversed, she was sure she’d have a hard time with it too.
Raising
When Prophecy glanced across at him, he gave her his full attention.
“We have no other choice but to fight together. It is the only way that will guarantee both of our families’ safety. We can’t risk the two armies turning on each other, or refusing to fight … or worse, siding with Elena.”
He could hear the tiniest hint of anxiety in her voice, too small for the others to detect, but enough that he noticed it. To them, she probably sounded confident and strong, in command. To him, she sounded scared and tired. He’d become so used to her ways, her nuances, that he could sense the faint change in her feelings as though they were bonded.
Looking down at her hand and the amulet that encased it, he wasn’t surprised to see a faint glow coming from the purple stone against her palm. Edging closer to her, he leaned on the table in a similar fashion to her and touched his hand against hers. She looked down at his hand where it was brushing hers and then smiled up into his eyes. Offering her a slight smile in return, he absorbed the warm tickling of the magic as it crept over his hand and then turned his attention to Serenity when she spoke.
“There has to be a way. Surely not all of the Aurorea are against us?” Serenity turned to face Xavier as she spoke and Valentine looked at him.
He waited to see how his head guard was going to react to such a question. His eyes locked on Xavier’s face, watching for any sign that he was lying.
“Not all, no. There are some willing to work with the Caelestis for the greater good of the family.”
“Of our species.” Prophecy corrected him.
Xavier frowned and then lowered his head. “My apologies, my lady. I meant my family and our species of course.”
Prophecy’s eyes followed his hand as he swept his dark hair from his face, pushing the long strands back into the ponytail that held the rest. She held his gaze when he finally found the courage to look directly at her. She swore his eyes flashed blue for a moment, but it might have been her imagination. She hadn’t been sleeping well recently and everything was starting to seriously take its toll on her.
She moved her hand closer to Valentine’s, wanting more of the comforting feeling that his proximity was giving her. Glancing down at his hand, she smiled inside when she saw the red threads of magic weaving their way around both of their fingers.
“It’s the calm before the storm isn’t it? She’s making us wait on purpose,” she said to no one in particular.
“It would seem that way,” Valentine answered her.
She stared at his hand, her eyes tracing the veins in the back of it and the intricate white scars that marred his skin. She liked the way she felt when he was this close to her. She felt a lot calmer and relaxed. Being in his arms earlier had reminded her of being on the run with him. She really wished she still were. This wasn’t what she wanted for her. She’d never wanted to lead her family. Now she was bogged down, forced to command a political position, and no safer than she had been when on the run. She still had a prophecy hanging over her head. People still wanted her dead. Only now they knew exactly where to find her.
The door opened and she lifted her head a fraction, enough to see Venturi enter. A sense of discomfort filled her and she could only hold his gaze for a split second before something forced her to look away. She stared at Valentine’s hand again, not willing to let go of it even though she knew that doing so would alleviate the strange sense of guilt inside her.
Venturi stopped beside her and she still kept hold of Valentine, even when she looked at him.
The Tenebrae placed the journal and the two scroll fragments down. She noticed that he avoided looking at her hand and at the man standing next to her. It was understandable. If their roles were reversed, she was sure she’d have a hard time with it too.
Raising
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