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seems that the spell the nocturnis cast upon you may still be affecting you. This pattern is faint, but it looks to be the symbol of Uhlthor.”
“A symbol of what? Was that supposed to be a word, or were you just clearing your throat?”
Spar traced the strange lines and curves with the tip of one claw, the sharp point barely grazing her skin, and Fil had to work to suppress the shiver that passed through her.
“Uhlthor,” he repeated, enunciating through gritted teeth, which tipped her off that this news wasn’t making him very happy. “The Defiler. It is the name given to one of the Seven, the demons worshipped by the nocturnis. ”
Fil jerked her head back. “You mean—what, like that psycho at the abbey branded some demon’s name on me? Are you kidding me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“I am unsure, but I do not believe it can lead to any good.”
“Oh, ya think?” Shaken, Fil snatched her hand back and pulled the shower curtain closer. “Well, if you don’t know, we’ll have to find someone who does. Until then, you still need to get back on the other side of the damned door. And the next time you decide you want to come into the room where I am, you can fucking knock. Act like a normal person already.”
She knew she sounded like a bitch, but she couldn’t keep the words from tumbling out of her mouth. Once again, her day had gone from normal to nightmarish before she’d had time to blink. If this kept up much longer, she was going to end up with whiplash.
On top of everything else.
Wisely, Spar retreated, leaving Fil alone in the steamy shower. Damned convenient, she thought, bending to retrieve the fallen shampoo bottle. The way she felt knowing she had some evil symbol branded into her flesh, this was going to wind up being the longest shower in the history of Canada.
She might never feel clean again.
Chapter Five
Spar followed his small female to the eating establishment and tried to look human. After snapping back to his natural form when he had feared Felicity might be under attack in her bathroom, it had taken him an unexpectedly long time to calm himself enough that he could resume his human appearance.
He found his lack of control baffling. Never, in all of his long existence, had he encountered such a challenge in maintaining his temper. He had not even realized that he had a temper, given that Guardians did not suffer from the weakness of human emotions. Other than the hatred he felt for the Darkness and its minions, he had never known fear or anxiety or protectiveness.
Or lust.
It shamed him to know the small human in his care could inspire every one of those feelings within him. When he had thought she was in danger behind the closed door of her small bathing room, he had felt the shock of the first three, and seeing her wet and bare and vulnerable had brought the last crashing down upon him.
Spar had looked upon Felicity, and he had lusted.
Even now, he had to struggle to force the images from his mind, the expanse of pale, silky-looking skin, the full curves and intriguing hollows. Every time he let his concentration slip, his thoughts went straight back to that moment before she had shielded herself with the fabric curtain. Every time, his fingers ached to seize her, to feel her softness and press it up against him.
Perhaps he was the one suffering under some malevolent spell.
The scents of frying meats and toasted bread managed to grab Spar’s wandering attention as he stepped into the café close on Felicity’s heels. She had informed him that this was where they would find the acquaintance she believed they needed to see.
“I’ve thought about this a lot,” she had told him, after emerging dry and fully clothed into the living room of her home. “The way I see it, the most important thing we can do right now is figure out if anyone else in this Order group knows I even exist. Because, if not, I’m perfectly happy saying I can take care of
“A symbol of what? Was that supposed to be a word, or were you just clearing your throat?”
Spar traced the strange lines and curves with the tip of one claw, the sharp point barely grazing her skin, and Fil had to work to suppress the shiver that passed through her.
“Uhlthor,” he repeated, enunciating through gritted teeth, which tipped her off that this news wasn’t making him very happy. “The Defiler. It is the name given to one of the Seven, the demons worshipped by the nocturnis. ”
Fil jerked her head back. “You mean—what, like that psycho at the abbey branded some demon’s name on me? Are you kidding me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“I am unsure, but I do not believe it can lead to any good.”
“Oh, ya think?” Shaken, Fil snatched her hand back and pulled the shower curtain closer. “Well, if you don’t know, we’ll have to find someone who does. Until then, you still need to get back on the other side of the damned door. And the next time you decide you want to come into the room where I am, you can fucking knock. Act like a normal person already.”
She knew she sounded like a bitch, but she couldn’t keep the words from tumbling out of her mouth. Once again, her day had gone from normal to nightmarish before she’d had time to blink. If this kept up much longer, she was going to end up with whiplash.
On top of everything else.
Wisely, Spar retreated, leaving Fil alone in the steamy shower. Damned convenient, she thought, bending to retrieve the fallen shampoo bottle. The way she felt knowing she had some evil symbol branded into her flesh, this was going to wind up being the longest shower in the history of Canada.
She might never feel clean again.
Chapter Five
Spar followed his small female to the eating establishment and tried to look human. After snapping back to his natural form when he had feared Felicity might be under attack in her bathroom, it had taken him an unexpectedly long time to calm himself enough that he could resume his human appearance.
He found his lack of control baffling. Never, in all of his long existence, had he encountered such a challenge in maintaining his temper. He had not even realized that he had a temper, given that Guardians did not suffer from the weakness of human emotions. Other than the hatred he felt for the Darkness and its minions, he had never known fear or anxiety or protectiveness.
Or lust.
It shamed him to know the small human in his care could inspire every one of those feelings within him. When he had thought she was in danger behind the closed door of her small bathing room, he had felt the shock of the first three, and seeing her wet and bare and vulnerable had brought the last crashing down upon him.
Spar had looked upon Felicity, and he had lusted.
Even now, he had to struggle to force the images from his mind, the expanse of pale, silky-looking skin, the full curves and intriguing hollows. Every time he let his concentration slip, his thoughts went straight back to that moment before she had shielded herself with the fabric curtain. Every time, his fingers ached to seize her, to feel her softness and press it up against him.
Perhaps he was the one suffering under some malevolent spell.
The scents of frying meats and toasted bread managed to grab Spar’s wandering attention as he stepped into the café close on Felicity’s heels. She had informed him that this was where they would find the acquaintance she believed they needed to see.
“I’ve thought about this a lot,” she had told him, after emerging dry and fully clothed into the living room of her home. “The way I see it, the most important thing we can do right now is figure out if anyone else in this Order group knows I even exist. Because, if not, I’m perfectly happy saying I can take care of
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