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247 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 12, 2013
“Greetings, Master.” The taste of the last word is bitter on my tongue, but I cannot avoid it.
“Master?” he repeats. His voice is barely a whisper. I incline my head slightly. No doubt he will ask me to kneel soon enough.
They all do.
I let the power drift over and through me, soaking it up like a human does sunlight.
His eyes remind me of Achan’s, dark as oil. Enough years have passed, yet still my throat clenches at the thought.
I collapse back on the bed and stretch like a cat. I do enjoy the sensations of the corporeal body. I always have.
I stand nose to nose with him now, floating inches off the ground.
“Oh. I must follow your command exactly. Have I done something that displeases you when you’ve expected something else?” I ask, kneeling near him.
“No. Well, yes, but it isn’t that. I don’t think you mean to hurt me or anything.” He is so young. So trusting. “But, you don’t think like we do.”
I cock my head to the side and consider him. One moment he says something so naïve. The next he notices something no one has bothered to notice in a millennium. He is a conundrum.
“You will have to show me this zombie game,” I say.
Gabe blushes. “Well, um, to be honest, that went a little better than I was hoping.”
I set Sophie down on the ground and focus on Gabe. He is my best hope. “You will need to be strong.”
“Haven’t I proven that yet?” he asks. I decide his eyes look older than they did when we first met.
I find myself overwhelmed by the stimulation this world provides. Such decadence. Such intensity compared to the world from which I come, where most human senses do not exist.
“Taj,” I say. Part of me wants to throw my arms around him. The other part wants toss him out the window. One thing’s for certain, he’s trouble.
“Leela, it’s been a long time. Who’s the human?
His eyes flash appreciatively over Jered.
Well, this is awkward.
I see that though she lost her doll somewhere along our escape, Taj has supplied her with a new one – a Little Taj this time.
Colors surround him like pieces of light carved from the stars themselves, shifting, shining, and pulsing. It is almost too much to look at against the black backdrop of the sky.
I do not like the way Achan’s aura clings to Jered’s, stretching it as he pulls away.