sponge, snatched hold of the thread connecting Cain with Lissa and let it carry me.
The floor buckled beneath my feet and then simply was not there anymore. Homes and the people safely inside them blurred past me, the homeless having vacated the streets for their shelters. While the city slept beneath a layer of ice I let the hum of their emotions fill until it choked me.
Soon I wouldn’t feel so human anymore and could forget this weakness.
In spite of the cruel winter scene a few lone stragglers haunted the alleyways, shooting up, chugging alcohol and walking off the buzz that made them immune to the cold.
Isn’t that what you’re doing? Drowning in the ir emotions so you can forget?
City lights blurred behind the watery layer of tears filling my eyes and I wiped them furiously away. Once I was like them, naïve enough to believe in third, fifth and seventh chances. I flirted with my death like an old lover.
Had I known the true face hidden behind Seid’s charm, I would have listened to my sister’s warnings. Though they never saw him they did see me, after the hours I spent lost in the contours of his body. Every time I returned from our hideaway beneath the sea I lost pieces of myself. But I had been beaten by my husband, the man Father bound me to. My time with Seid was meant to be brief, one last dalliance before duty. But with every passing moon my hatred for Father’s choice grew. My sisters noticed first. I should have kept my mouth shut. Maybe then they wouldn’t have betrayed my secrets to my husband’s servants. Maybe then Seid would have stayed his fury.
Lissa was on the other side of the city, lost in the sleekest of neighborhoods I saw replicated in every city. Every metropolis needed a center where power players could stake their claim. As I flew above the hard ground I remembered the limo Lissa and her gentleman friend escaped in and I wasn’t surprised the thread had led me here.
What did surprise me was how empty many of the widely spaced homes felt. Here were the grand palaces and the modern-day royalty. And I knew firsthand how few with grand wealth managed to remain free of corruption.
Lissa’s flame of the moment had brought her to his personal palace at the very top of an exclusive hotel suite. After passing through the outer walls, I breathed in the scent of wealth and glanced up through the ceiling. It was so different from Cain’s apartment, far more richly furnished but somehow colder.
Stop thinking about what does not belong to you!
Clenching my fists tightly, I returned my focus to the fragile cord and lifted my hand towards it. Weak though it might be, the connection between Lissa and Cain was strong enough that I was lifted up. My body felt weightless as it passed through every obstacle, so easily I could almost begin to forget what it meant to be in Cain’s grounding presence.
When I opened my eyes again I was standing on a solid floor. Instantly my body solidified and sought to acclimate to my new surroundings. All light was dimmed or snuffed completely, though I took in the thoughtless perfection of the apartment in one fell sweep. The rest of the flat was immaculate, with wide curtain-masked windows overlooking the skyscrapers, furnished with the latest in exclusive tastes.
Overall this storm should have given her ample time to make the ideal conquest. She had been his woman of choice to wait out the deepening freeze with. But the trail I had followed still linked she and Cain together. No matter what she and this other man shared, a shard of her heart belonged to Cain.
Sounds were coming from the bedroom and I instinctively moved toward it. Clothes were strewn about the floor of the tiled hallway. Lissa’s shawl, coat and pumps had been carelessly tossed aside with his tie and polished black shoes.
Have they left the bed at all? I thought with a twist of my lips. Two dirty plates and a half-finished bottle of wine sat atop the bar. A brief light pant echoed
The floor buckled beneath my feet and then simply was not there anymore. Homes and the people safely inside them blurred past me, the homeless having vacated the streets for their shelters. While the city slept beneath a layer of ice I let the hum of their emotions fill until it choked me.
Soon I wouldn’t feel so human anymore and could forget this weakness.
In spite of the cruel winter scene a few lone stragglers haunted the alleyways, shooting up, chugging alcohol and walking off the buzz that made them immune to the cold.
Isn’t that what you’re doing? Drowning in the ir emotions so you can forget?
City lights blurred behind the watery layer of tears filling my eyes and I wiped them furiously away. Once I was like them, naïve enough to believe in third, fifth and seventh chances. I flirted with my death like an old lover.
Had I known the true face hidden behind Seid’s charm, I would have listened to my sister’s warnings. Though they never saw him they did see me, after the hours I spent lost in the contours of his body. Every time I returned from our hideaway beneath the sea I lost pieces of myself. But I had been beaten by my husband, the man Father bound me to. My time with Seid was meant to be brief, one last dalliance before duty. But with every passing moon my hatred for Father’s choice grew. My sisters noticed first. I should have kept my mouth shut. Maybe then they wouldn’t have betrayed my secrets to my husband’s servants. Maybe then Seid would have stayed his fury.
Lissa was on the other side of the city, lost in the sleekest of neighborhoods I saw replicated in every city. Every metropolis needed a center where power players could stake their claim. As I flew above the hard ground I remembered the limo Lissa and her gentleman friend escaped in and I wasn’t surprised the thread had led me here.
What did surprise me was how empty many of the widely spaced homes felt. Here were the grand palaces and the modern-day royalty. And I knew firsthand how few with grand wealth managed to remain free of corruption.
Lissa’s flame of the moment had brought her to his personal palace at the very top of an exclusive hotel suite. After passing through the outer walls, I breathed in the scent of wealth and glanced up through the ceiling. It was so different from Cain’s apartment, far more richly furnished but somehow colder.
Stop thinking about what does not belong to you!
Clenching my fists tightly, I returned my focus to the fragile cord and lifted my hand towards it. Weak though it might be, the connection between Lissa and Cain was strong enough that I was lifted up. My body felt weightless as it passed through every obstacle, so easily I could almost begin to forget what it meant to be in Cain’s grounding presence.
When I opened my eyes again I was standing on a solid floor. Instantly my body solidified and sought to acclimate to my new surroundings. All light was dimmed or snuffed completely, though I took in the thoughtless perfection of the apartment in one fell sweep. The rest of the flat was immaculate, with wide curtain-masked windows overlooking the skyscrapers, furnished with the latest in exclusive tastes.
Overall this storm should have given her ample time to make the ideal conquest. She had been his woman of choice to wait out the deepening freeze with. But the trail I had followed still linked she and Cain together. No matter what she and this other man shared, a shard of her heart belonged to Cain.
Sounds were coming from the bedroom and I instinctively moved toward it. Clothes were strewn about the floor of the tiled hallway. Lissa’s shawl, coat and pumps had been carelessly tossed aside with his tie and polished black shoes.
Have they left the bed at all? I thought with a twist of my lips. Two dirty plates and a half-finished bottle of wine sat atop the bar. A brief light pant echoed
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