AllFreeNovel
Share Us
CHAPTER 17 - DRAVEN
She looked so beautiful. Staring up at me half-bewildered, face still streaked with tears, a spark of hope beginning to fill her lovely eyes.
“Your eyes are golden now, you know,” I said. “They remind me of Nightclaw’s.”
I watched her face flicker with confusion. “They are? They do?”
I nodded. “They used to be hazel. When I first met you.”
“Dull brown, I would have said.”
“There has never been anything dull about you,” I said with conviction. “In any case, they’ve changed again.”
She raised a hand to touch her face. “Changed how?”
“They’re flecked with green now. I suspect if I looked at my own, very closely, in a mirror, I’d see something similar.”
She leaned towards me. Her face was very close. She gazed into my eyes, and an expression of fascination came over her, making her glow with radiance. “You’re right. There’s gold there.”
I couldn’t wait any longer.
I kissed her.
I felt her eyelashes as they fluttered, small wings brushing against my cheeks.
Her lips were soft and sweet.
“I’m glad,” I said as our lips pulled apart.
“Glad for what?” She sounded breathless and happy. It was a start.
“Glad we’re not enemies anymore.”
She smiled briefly. “When I next see you, who knows. The impulse to murder you might return.”
I grinned. “I’ll keep letter openers away from you, with that in mind.” Leaning forward, I whispered in her ear, “You can kill me, but my soul will come back and find yours.”
She leaned back slightly. “Is that a threat? Are you threatening to haunt me, Draven Venator?”
I grinned. “Simply saying that even death can’t part us.”
Let the world go up in flames around us. Let her brother sweep the world with his war. I’d let all of Aercanum burn before anything harmed her. That was my silent vow. The one I’d secretly been saying to myself since I’d met her that day in the training courtyard.
I pushed a strand of gleaming, silver hair off her face.
“We’re all alone.”
She rolled her eyes. “That seems fairly obvious.” She frowned. “Is it a dream? Am I dreaming this alone? How do I know you’re even really... here?”
“Do your dreams usually pick up where the last one left off? I remembered the last one, didn’t I?”
“Well, if I’m dreaming you, you’d remember anything I told you to. Wouldn’t you?”
I shook my head impatiently. “Have you ever had a dream this real before? So real it... hurts?”
“No,” she admitted. Then she frowned. “Hurts?”
