She refused to pay attention to the need flooding through her as well.
“I have a name, and it’s not Blondie.”
Matthias eyed her, but didn’t comment. Instead, he leaned in close, as if he would
whisper something in her ear. She
awaited the words, a breath catching in her lungs as she paused. Nothing ever came. Britt suddenly jumped as she heard him
inhale.
Had he actually had the gall to scent her? She turned, shock filling her, but stopped as
she was hit with unabashed lust in his gaze.
“Do I need to leave the two of you alone?”
Britt turned to Nicolas, his raised eyebrow making
embarrassment run rich in her veins. “Immortality is something from a fantasy novel, so why don’t you tell me
the truth.”
“So is the ability to heal wounded men,” she heard
come from the behemoth beside her.
Nicolas leaned his elbows on the table. “There is much in this world you don’t know.”
“Enlighten me, then.”
Nicolas looked to Matthias before returning to
her. “We’re Knights Templar. I was born in 1279 near
Paris
. Matthias is five years older than I.”
Britt did a quick bit of mental math in her head. “You’re both over seven hundred?” She laughed. It was impossible. “And what’s
kept you around so long? Wine, women, and song?”
“Gaia saved us from the Templar Massacre for a greater
purpose.”
“Gaia?”
“You might call her Mother Nature or Mother
Earth. She’s the spirit of the Earth
itself.”
Either these guys were pulling a fast one over on her
or they were completely insane. She
hoped for the former and not the latter. “And what greater purpose did Mother Nature save you for?”
“There is a great war waged every single day on this
planet between the forces of good and evil.”
Sure. She
played along. “You are the good guys or
the bad?”
“Neither, really. Angels and demons are the good and evil that fight . They’ve used earth as a battlefield since its
inception, and they truly don’t care about the collateral damage they
cause. We protect those on this planet
and the planet itself from their wrath.”
“Angels are supposed to protect us.”
“In their minds, they are protecting you. If evil
wins, then the universe is plunged into darkness. Sometimes the few must die to protect the
many. At least, that has always seemed
to be their philosophy.”
“If this battle is being waged on earth, then why
don’t we see it?”
“You do see it. Famine. Plague. War. It’s constantly going on around you all the
time. They don’t fight the way in which
humans do. They fight for the very souls
on this planet in the largest game of chess you’ve ever seen.”
“The man in the hallway? Are you telling me he was a
demon?”
“No, he was Illuminati. The Illuminati are our counterpart on
earth. They thrive on creating chaos and
turmoil. They wreak havoc on the planet
and its inhabitants, profiting from war, disaster, and disease. The more collateral damage, the better, in
their minds, and they open the door to allow for more infighting between angels
and demons. It’s a sort of job security
for them. We do everything in our power
to stop them and keep the peace.”
Britt grew quiet a moment as flashes of the man in the
hallway shuffled in her mind. “Did I
truly kill him?”
“I honestly don’t know what happened. I’ve never encountered anyone like you.” Nicolas openly appraised her, not bothering
to keep the lust from his gaze.
“I’m not a killer.” Am I?
“Have you always had this ability?”
Britt was suddenly hit with how familiar she was
becoming with her abductors. Sitting
around the table like friends, sharing a story wasn’t how she should regard
them. They were drawing her in and
making her forget herself. Stories of
angels and demons, the dead and undead, it was all too much for her to handle. She
“I have a name, and it’s not Blondie.”
Matthias eyed her, but didn’t comment. Instead, he leaned in close, as if he would
whisper something in her ear. She
awaited the words, a breath catching in her lungs as she paused. Nothing ever came. Britt suddenly jumped as she heard him
inhale.
Had he actually had the gall to scent her? She turned, shock filling her, but stopped as
she was hit with unabashed lust in his gaze.
“Do I need to leave the two of you alone?”
Britt turned to Nicolas, his raised eyebrow making
embarrassment run rich in her veins. “Immortality is something from a fantasy novel, so why don’t you tell me
the truth.”
“So is the ability to heal wounded men,” she heard
come from the behemoth beside her.
Nicolas leaned his elbows on the table. “There is much in this world you don’t know.”
“Enlighten me, then.”
Nicolas looked to Matthias before returning to
her. “We’re Knights Templar. I was born in 1279 near
Paris
. Matthias is five years older than I.”
Britt did a quick bit of mental math in her head. “You’re both over seven hundred?” She laughed. It was impossible. “And what’s
kept you around so long? Wine, women, and song?”
“Gaia saved us from the Templar Massacre for a greater
purpose.”
“Gaia?”
“You might call her Mother Nature or Mother
Earth. She’s the spirit of the Earth
itself.”
Either these guys were pulling a fast one over on her
or they were completely insane. She
hoped for the former and not the latter. “And what greater purpose did Mother Nature save you for?”
“There is a great war waged every single day on this
planet between the forces of good and evil.”
Sure. She
played along. “You are the good guys or
the bad?”
“Neither, really. Angels and demons are the good and evil that fight . They’ve used earth as a battlefield since its
inception, and they truly don’t care about the collateral damage they
cause. We protect those on this planet
and the planet itself from their wrath.”
“Angels are supposed to protect us.”
“In their minds, they are protecting you. If evil
wins, then the universe is plunged into darkness. Sometimes the few must die to protect the
many. At least, that has always seemed
to be their philosophy.”
“If this battle is being waged on earth, then why
don’t we see it?”
“You do see it. Famine. Plague. War. It’s constantly going on around you all the
time. They don’t fight the way in which
humans do. They fight for the very souls
on this planet in the largest game of chess you’ve ever seen.”
“The man in the hallway? Are you telling me he was a
demon?”
“No, he was Illuminati. The Illuminati are our counterpart on
earth. They thrive on creating chaos and
turmoil. They wreak havoc on the planet
and its inhabitants, profiting from war, disaster, and disease. The more collateral damage, the better, in
their minds, and they open the door to allow for more infighting between angels
and demons. It’s a sort of job security
for them. We do everything in our power
to stop them and keep the peace.”
Britt grew quiet a moment as flashes of the man in the
hallway shuffled in her mind. “Did I
truly kill him?”
“I honestly don’t know what happened. I’ve never encountered anyone like you.” Nicolas openly appraised her, not bothering
to keep the lust from his gaze.
“I’m not a killer.” Am I?
“Have you always had this ability?”
Britt was suddenly hit with how familiar she was
becoming with her abductors. Sitting
around the table like friends, sharing a story wasn’t how she should regard
them. They were drawing her in and
making her forget herself. Stories of
angels and demons, the dead and undead, it was all too much for her to handle. She
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