Page 104 of Touch in the Night


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“And if this Lucien psycho shows up again?”

“Lucien is my maker. We share a bond. He would never hurt someone I cared for.”

Jesse stared at him, unsure how to handle his reaction. “Your…your ‘maker’?”

Emory nodded.

“What does that mean?”

Emory tilted his head. “He’s the one that brought me into this existence. Transformed me.”

“From being human to…this?” Jesse lifted his hand to touch Emory’s face, froze and dropped it again.

“That’s right.”

Jesse fidgeted. “How?”

“I can’t tell you that,” Emory said softly. “It’s forbidden.”

“What were you like?” he asked softly. “When you were human?”

“I can’t remember.” Jesse made a disbelieving noise. “It’s true, Jesse. That life fades after a while.”

“How do you not remember a whole lifetime?”

Emory shrugged gently. “It would be like you trying to recall memories from your infancy, from before your capacity for memory had fully formed.”

“Mum died when I was three,” Jesse said. “I only know what she looked like from pictures. But I still rememberfeelingsomething, once. You don’t even have that?”

Emory was silent for a long time. Then he looked away. “I know I had a sister. I know I lived in a house on this land.” He gazed around the room a little sadly. “But I have very little recollection of what it was like—or what I was like.”

“So your oldest memory is…Lucien?”

“That’s right. And even now, we can sense each other.”

“You cansenseeach other?”

Emory nodded. Extreme emotions. Pain. Fear. The closer we are, the stronger it is. Though if we were on different continents, we would still get something.”

“That’s impossible.”

“I can assure you it’s true.”

“He was the one Terje meant, wasn’t he?” Jesse said after a moment. “When Terje Kristiansen said ‘he really is back’?”

Emory sighed. “Lucien can be a concern. He lives by his own rules.”

“So he’s dangerous.”

“That depends on your definition of dangerous.”

“I’m pretty sure making a guy piss his pants in terror counts as dangerous.”

“He didn’t hurt anyone,” Emory repeated. “We try to make sure he never does.”

“’Try’?” Jesse swallowed. “That’s not exactly reassuring, Emory.”

Emory didn’t flinch. “Nothing could ever induce him to harm someone I cared about.”

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