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Authors: P. Jameson
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Adult, supernatural, Vampires, Erotic, Sci Fi & Fantasy, challenge, Mate, space travel, Together, star, Non-Burning, Secret Existence, Celestials, Orphaned, Feel Nothing, Struggles, Fierce Warrior, Thousand Years, Fate Tricks, Nova Guard, Threats, Citizens, Brilliette
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carving were a series of thin horizontal lines that were so close together they resembled a barcode running from his wrist to his shoulder. The ones closest to his wrist were more faded as they were older. Withdrawing his dagger, he started at the shoulder of his right arm and drew it down to his wrist, slashing through each of the thin marks he’d created over the last thousand and four years. He repeated the action on his left arm, making sure his blood fell into the fountain this time and not onto the ground.
Yes, the two newest additions to the bench deserved a special representation on his arms. Those two words were so much different than the others, because he had been the cause. Every other word on that bench was the result of somebody else’s carelessness. But not these last two. They were all on him.
He patted the blood dry with his kerchief, stuffed it in his pocket, and tugged his sleeves down.
He would go to her now. Find her, make her see why he’d stayed away. He didn’t care if she wanted to kill him. He couldn’t let her go on thinking he’d betrayed her. Or forbid, that he didn’t want her.
He wanted nothing fucking more.
***
The target was in sight. Conditions were ideal to complete the mission. The streets were nearly empty—almost mysteriously so. They would have to be careful. Very careful. There was only one shot at this. And if they failed… well, death would be their reward.
The four men and two women melted into the shadows as easily as if they were made of smoke, moving as silent as a still wind. They quickly found a place where the two paths intersected. And it was quiet. Not a soul around. Each of them took their places, strategically separated by approximately twenty feet or so.
Circular pattern. Easy.
ETA for the target was three minutes.
Yes, she would walk right into their midst. And if they were very efficient, they could be out of the city within the hour.
Scanning the surrounding area: nobody within viewing range. The mission was a go.
ETA: minute and a half.
***
Through the lonely streets, Canna trailed Emmalyn. The maiden had chosen a funny route to get to Ula’s but she probably just needed to clear her head before she went back to work.
Staying back as far as she could, Canna wished she had her bow to go with the arrow stuffed in her pocket. Something felt off. The city didn’t look any different, but still. A feeling of trepidation washed over her. At least she still had her file and the small blade she always kept tucked in her boot.
She passed a childwren and his mother. They were seemingly the only ones venturing out this night. On and on Emma walked, and finally, when they were only two blocks from Ula’s, she stopped dead in the middle of the path. Emma turned to her left and Canna could see the tall body of a wren who approached her. It must be the wren Gilleth since Emma leaned forward with interest.
Canna was about to turn and head back home when Emma suddenly jerked back with a yelp.
Canna ran. As if it were her own life on the line instead of her… friend’s? Oh, she might as well just admit it. Emma was the closest thing she had to a friend.
As she ran, righteous anger replaced the blood in her veins. It didn’t matter that Emma had a soft spot for Gilleth. If he was hurting her, he was going to lose a limb… or an eyeball… or whatever body part Canna could get to first.
She paused for only a second to retrieve the knife from her boot and then ran harder. She was almost there when three other people jumped from the shadows. Emma struggled harder and managed a pealing scream that cracked the night.
Canna had the sneaking feeling that whoever was attacking Emma was not Gilleth.
Her suspicions were confirmed when from out of nowhere he appeared, a dagger in each hand. She barely recognized him for the look on his face: he was fierce, his blue eyes blazing, black eyebrows drawn sharply over his nose, mouth set in a grim line.
Canna never
Yes, the two newest additions to the bench deserved a special representation on his arms. Those two words were so much different than the others, because he had been the cause. Every other word on that bench was the result of somebody else’s carelessness. But not these last two. They were all on him.
He patted the blood dry with his kerchief, stuffed it in his pocket, and tugged his sleeves down.
He would go to her now. Find her, make her see why he’d stayed away. He didn’t care if she wanted to kill him. He couldn’t let her go on thinking he’d betrayed her. Or forbid, that he didn’t want her.
He wanted nothing fucking more.
***
The target was in sight. Conditions were ideal to complete the mission. The streets were nearly empty—almost mysteriously so. They would have to be careful. Very careful. There was only one shot at this. And if they failed… well, death would be their reward.
The four men and two women melted into the shadows as easily as if they were made of smoke, moving as silent as a still wind. They quickly found a place where the two paths intersected. And it was quiet. Not a soul around. Each of them took their places, strategically separated by approximately twenty feet or so.
Circular pattern. Easy.
ETA for the target was three minutes.
Yes, she would walk right into their midst. And if they were very efficient, they could be out of the city within the hour.
Scanning the surrounding area: nobody within viewing range. The mission was a go.
ETA: minute and a half.
***
Through the lonely streets, Canna trailed Emmalyn. The maiden had chosen a funny route to get to Ula’s but she probably just needed to clear her head before she went back to work.
Staying back as far as she could, Canna wished she had her bow to go with the arrow stuffed in her pocket. Something felt off. The city didn’t look any different, but still. A feeling of trepidation washed over her. At least she still had her file and the small blade she always kept tucked in her boot.
She passed a childwren and his mother. They were seemingly the only ones venturing out this night. On and on Emma walked, and finally, when they were only two blocks from Ula’s, she stopped dead in the middle of the path. Emma turned to her left and Canna could see the tall body of a wren who approached her. It must be the wren Gilleth since Emma leaned forward with interest.
Canna was about to turn and head back home when Emma suddenly jerked back with a yelp.
Canna ran. As if it were her own life on the line instead of her… friend’s? Oh, she might as well just admit it. Emma was the closest thing she had to a friend.
As she ran, righteous anger replaced the blood in her veins. It didn’t matter that Emma had a soft spot for Gilleth. If he was hurting her, he was going to lose a limb… or an eyeball… or whatever body part Canna could get to first.
She paused for only a second to retrieve the knife from her boot and then ran harder. She was almost there when three other people jumped from the shadows. Emma struggled harder and managed a pealing scream that cracked the night.
Canna had the sneaking feeling that whoever was attacking Emma was not Gilleth.
Her suspicions were confirmed when from out of nowhere he appeared, a dagger in each hand. She barely recognized him for the look on his face: he was fierce, his blue eyes blazing, black eyebrows drawn sharply over his nose, mouth set in a grim line.
Canna never
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