Maybe he’d finally squish her under his feet. It would be better, anything would be better than this. Because she loved him. “What’s worse is you are so deep in your own troubles you don’t see the world around you. Especially when you are home-sick. Always searching for it like a nomad. Vanessa, people can’t be your home. It goes to say how ridiculous your aspiration is because you fell for the first person who shoved some attention and care your way. First-person that sees you for who you are, and you become desperate enough to give him your all.”He was having an out-of-body experience when he said that but she brought him back. “Stop. Oh! God. Stop. Speaking.” The cry wrenched from her lips so loud that someone at the door flinched. The loud quiet leaked into her bones like poison, she saw his eyes fix on the door only to turn around and find Nora Desmond.Nora Desmond with her manicured nails clutching the champagne bottle as if it might jostle out of her arms. She had heard.
“I am here to let you know. You don’t have time to mop over your heart-break” His voice leveled, revealing how the cat’s playtime was up. “Why isn't he here telling me that himself?” “He has something else to do. I don’t ask questions like you, Vanessa. Nor do I go around crying when Noah is doing all he can to keep us all safe. Listen girlie, I disliked your ‘I am a damsel act’ the moment I saw you. What will it take to pull your head out of your ass for once to make you realize this is bigger and more important than our troubled little lives?” Rhys grip tightened with each word he breathed in anger. He was angry because, like Noah Abel, he had a thing for recently dumped, wore-their-hearts on sleeves women. Like the one looking at him with doe eyes. Vanessa snickered. Then she really did laugh. Her hand moved, working on muscle memory and she didn’t know what she was doing until it met with a hard collection of bones under the smooth olive-brown skin. She had slapped Rhys. She ha
The voices didn’t make sense. They never did. She felt like a child standing in a whispering room. Like everyone before her had come here to confess something, only they were trapped in here and she could hear them. She could talk back to them but they wouldn’t listen. Vanessa’s mouth tasted coppery, it took a breath or two to realize it was blood. And before the panic could set in, she also somehow knew it wasn’t her blood. When she scraped her tongue with the upper row of teeth expecting to see red, all she saw was her own saliva. Still groggy from sleep, she couldn’t shake the feeling that it had been real. Very real. And for the first time, she can’t recall her nightmare or pseudo-dreams as she labeled them a while ago with Noah, because when he had cuddled her close twice at night, both the times he had confirmed how the air changed around her when she slept. The physical presence might be non-tangible but to a wolf-like his, it’d be no easy feat to fool. So whatever or whoever
“Communion is good at constructing a reality, for temselves and for the rest of us which is at odds with thousand other realities. They pick their favorite one and order others to believe it too. They will try to be confidential about any new information they find. Which is when we go public with it. Create enough panic and demand from everyone so the leaders are forced into taking some decisive action. The sooner they fin a culprit, the quicker they can please creatures. It is how it always works. Nobody is interested in due justice, they want quick justice. Desmond won’t see the light of the day before he knows what’s happening to him.” Noah was getting ticked by the second. Anyone who was here to pick up the samples should have arrived by now. “W should go. Staying any longer won’t do us good.” Mikhail was right. They should have left half an hour ago but something old Noah whoever was coming wasn’t late. They were cautioned. “There is an information leak.” What was he expecting
Ian caught on to whatever was happening and had left them alone. Neither spoke for a while, two people sitting in different corners unable to judge the distance or what it had done to them. But only one was angry, and it wasn’t Noah. “I work here.” The dejected whisper came from her stomach. Vanessa was not sure where this was going. The anger belted down, she thought he wanted her to be away for a day or two. But why would he care? “You are running away again.” His idle observation stuck a nerve, which is what he really wanted to do. He could feel her absolving into herself. And angry Vanessa was better than the one who second-guessed herself every step of the way. He could withstand anger, not broken pieces she’d have to collect when this was all over. Utterly selfish of him to make this about himself, but that’s all he had ever known until she came along. The nails dug in her palm. She could belch and ruin the mahogany table. That’d be a sight for the sore eyes. Like adding humi
“There is no way your mum allows us to go down the sea caves. We are sneaking. If you ask her, she’ll just keep a strict eye on us.” Vanessa didn’t know any other seven-year-old who got around like her friend did. They were partners in crime. Neither of them knowing that sea caves were not considered dangerous because of tides. Today was a low tide day. Water rarely clogged up the rocks and paths that had a huge gateway opening but water springs, even in the fall season, were a problem. Like there word-say, springs sprung on people out of nowhere.“Want to carry a rain coat in case, doofus?” The voice was familiar but not quite real. This was one of the memories she had made up, wasn’t it? The one where their child-like curiosity didn’t hang heavy as death. Why was she reminiscing about something that never had happened in the middle of her phone conversation with Silas. He was making his way down to Half Moon and his brilliant itinerary said he had to meet her first. After her ru
There was only one child, the youngest roaming the hall these days and someone who couldn’t pronounce busy so he spelled it. Ian had no reservations sitting with them and they entertained him like they would a child. “Hey! Where are you going?” Vanessa gathered forks for their desert, the last of the meal, ready to head out. Beatrice’s question stopped her from disappearing to the kitchen slabs.“I have something to catch up on. I can show you to your room later.” She didn’t like the eyes on her. Talking to the guest of the moment made it inevitable though. “Sit with us! Come.” Beatrice didn’t just stop at the invitation, she dragged the extra chair and placed it next to hers. Vanessa couldn’t possibly refuse now and if she did,it’d come across as rude. “This shold be fun.” Mikhail snickered. For someone who was mostly indifferent to everyone around him, he lately sounded irritated, for a lack of better word. She narrowed her eyes at him, daring him to continue.“So. You are my ne
“Would you be so avert as to leave me if my intentions weren’t honorable?” He fixed her a ‘I know I pique your inerest look.’ If only she could understand her emotions, whirling at once, she would’ve smarted off and walked away. But she didn’t, and that meant something to Rhys. “I don’t know what to say.” She hung her head.“Vanessa. This is not a one time offer. I want to spend more time with you, there’s nothing more to it if you don’t want there to be.” Rhys kept his distance but he was close enough to let her look into his eyes. They were sincere. Noah would have violated her personal space by now. See? This was the reason she needed to be with someone else, even just to get over a mental block that didn’t allow her thoughts to run far without being blocked by Noah Abel. “Okay.” She nodded and tried to smile at him. Rhys smiled back. He had an easy going way about him. When he stepped closer and kissed the side of her head, her stomach didn’t break out in nervous hives. Neither