one.
Dropping from the roof she landed right in their path, taking the newcomers by surprise and using that to her advantage as she attacked. Maybe it was the adrenaline her heart was pumping through her veins, maybe it was the darkness or the fact that Nero, the man who had opened her eyes and showed her another world, was in danger…whatever the reason, but keeping the shadows with her and shaping them into a weapon against these demons was easy. The shadows, suddenly forming the sword in her hand, were an extension of her arm and it came as natural as wanting to slap them. Real danger, real motivation…and her instincts took over, while during training it had been her mind trying to figure it all out.
Strike. The shadow sword in her hand was writhing and moving and didn’t weigh a thing, but somehow, the edge of it was as sharp as any blade’s edge. Duck…feint and strike. It was a dance her body somehow knew and exhilarated in. Never had she felt as alive as in this moment, conscious of her body, trusting it and using it. It was incredible. After the first one went down, she was surprised to find Nero taking care of the other demon.
Five down.
Breathing heavily, she couldn’t help but smile. And it went right into her heart when his was as wide as her own and filled with pride and respect.
TEN
“At this rate, girl, you soon gonna to make us look bad.” Trevas flashed his handsome grin at her, a shot of tequila in his hand. “To the rookie, for bravely kicking demon ass!”
“And saving mine,” Nero added, making the others laugh before they all downed their drinks.
Stella’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling and everything about her seemed to glow. He wondered whether she knew that she was part of this team now. Only members were called rookies, and so Nero was glad they had gathered at the Fool’s Head.
The bar was run by roamers, but humans and roamers alike came and went, without the humans ever knowing the truth about them. From time to time they would finish their nights here, happy that all have them had made it through the patrol and just in need of a drink or two to wind down. When he had suggested it earlier, he wouldn’t have thought they would have such a great occasion to celebrate. But Stella had surprised them all, jumping into battle when needed, standing her own and killing her first demon. Not bad after one week of training. Really, not bad at all.
And she had been a sight to behold. He would never forget that moment, when he had turned around to see her using the shadows as if she had done so all her life, slicing away at that bloodsucker. And in these boots no less.
His eyes trailed down her long, shapely legs. Oh yeah, he would definitely give Ombra a raise. When his gaze traveled up again, she was watching him, and he looked right back at her, not even trying to hide what he had been up to as he took a swig of his beer.
More shots were lined up and Ombra, Trevas and Scuro prepared for a battle of a different kind. Nero volunteered as score keeper, while his eyes followed Nebbia and Stella as they walked to the dance floor. Her hips were swaying gently, naturally and not in that exaggerated way some women would use to draw attention to them.
He watched her, and poured for his brothers-in-arms when necessary. The way she moved with her eyes closed…slow, sure and lost to the music, it was captivating. Then her eyes opened as if she had sensed his gaze, and there it was again, that connection; that awareness throbbing between them, much heavier and much more sexual than what he had felt earlier when he had picked her up before heading out tonight. It was like a fist to the gut, a challenge and a promise all in one, and he wanted nothing more than to walk over there, bend her over his arm and kiss her until the world slipped away.
“Next one,” Trevas commanded, pulling him out of his fantasies and to the task at hand.
“Of course.” He poured, but always kept an
Dropping from the roof she landed right in their path, taking the newcomers by surprise and using that to her advantage as she attacked. Maybe it was the adrenaline her heart was pumping through her veins, maybe it was the darkness or the fact that Nero, the man who had opened her eyes and showed her another world, was in danger…whatever the reason, but keeping the shadows with her and shaping them into a weapon against these demons was easy. The shadows, suddenly forming the sword in her hand, were an extension of her arm and it came as natural as wanting to slap them. Real danger, real motivation…and her instincts took over, while during training it had been her mind trying to figure it all out.
Strike. The shadow sword in her hand was writhing and moving and didn’t weigh a thing, but somehow, the edge of it was as sharp as any blade’s edge. Duck…feint and strike. It was a dance her body somehow knew and exhilarated in. Never had she felt as alive as in this moment, conscious of her body, trusting it and using it. It was incredible. After the first one went down, she was surprised to find Nero taking care of the other demon.
Five down.
Breathing heavily, she couldn’t help but smile. And it went right into her heart when his was as wide as her own and filled with pride and respect.
TEN
“At this rate, girl, you soon gonna to make us look bad.” Trevas flashed his handsome grin at her, a shot of tequila in his hand. “To the rookie, for bravely kicking demon ass!”
“And saving mine,” Nero added, making the others laugh before they all downed their drinks.
Stella’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling and everything about her seemed to glow. He wondered whether she knew that she was part of this team now. Only members were called rookies, and so Nero was glad they had gathered at the Fool’s Head.
The bar was run by roamers, but humans and roamers alike came and went, without the humans ever knowing the truth about them. From time to time they would finish their nights here, happy that all have them had made it through the patrol and just in need of a drink or two to wind down. When he had suggested it earlier, he wouldn’t have thought they would have such a great occasion to celebrate. But Stella had surprised them all, jumping into battle when needed, standing her own and killing her first demon. Not bad after one week of training. Really, not bad at all.
And she had been a sight to behold. He would never forget that moment, when he had turned around to see her using the shadows as if she had done so all her life, slicing away at that bloodsucker. And in these boots no less.
His eyes trailed down her long, shapely legs. Oh yeah, he would definitely give Ombra a raise. When his gaze traveled up again, she was watching him, and he looked right back at her, not even trying to hide what he had been up to as he took a swig of his beer.
More shots were lined up and Ombra, Trevas and Scuro prepared for a battle of a different kind. Nero volunteered as score keeper, while his eyes followed Nebbia and Stella as they walked to the dance floor. Her hips were swaying gently, naturally and not in that exaggerated way some women would use to draw attention to them.
He watched her, and poured for his brothers-in-arms when necessary. The way she moved with her eyes closed…slow, sure and lost to the music, it was captivating. Then her eyes opened as if she had sensed his gaze, and there it was again, that connection; that awareness throbbing between them, much heavier and much more sexual than what he had felt earlier when he had picked her up before heading out tonight. It was like a fist to the gut, a challenge and a promise all in one, and he wanted nothing more than to walk over there, bend her over his arm and kiss her until the world slipped away.
“Next one,” Trevas commanded, pulling him out of his fantasies and to the task at hand.
“Of course.” He poured, but always kept an
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