Linton
When she runs, I should follow, but before I can, the lead brother steps in front of me.
I attempt to see past him to my Kaitlyn, yet she has already gone, the door closing behind her.
My mate is sad and I hate being sad.
I do not want her to be sad.
“I am required,” I say, stepping to one side.
The brother follows my actions, keeping himself in front of me.
“I have been told you completed the maneuver earlier. I am pleased to hear it still does you good.”
“It has always assisted in clearing my mind of the thoughts which torment me,” I respond, still craning my neck to see if Kaitlyn has returned. “But what is on my mind right now is my mate.”
The brother makes a noise which sounds like it could be laughter.
“The pleasures of the flesh? I wondered when you would ever find those, assassin. You’ve been so good at keeping all at bay.”
His words are strange and instead of looking for Kaitlyn, I look at him.
Blue flares in his eyes and I can’t look away. The blue is mesmerising, a flame of perfection. Even though I want her more than anything, I can’t look away.
The flame dances. It dances like I danced. It makes my wings droop and my head feel like a stone.
“I need…Kaitlyn.” I stumble over the words. “I need…mate.”
“What you need, Linton,” he says, “is a rest and then to get back to work.”
“A…rest?” It’s becoming hard to think of anything other than the pinprick of blue. It’s growing larger and larger in my vision.
“A rest. When you came to us, you needed rest, didn’t you? And you need it once again. To clear your mind of everything which has gone before. To allow you to continue as you once were. Master assassin.”
“I…I…” The words desert me. My strength deserts me.
All I should want is my Kaitlyn. Instead I want to close my eyes and watch the flame over and over.
Watch the flame.
Watch the flame.
Watch the flame.