that? Nora whispers.
“Our bond. Nora, I know I was born to love you. I have loved you from the day we met.”
Nora’s hormones are once again out of control. She needs him. Every part of him. She wraps her arms around him and hugs him tightly. He gently pulls back from their hug and smiles.
“Now it’s time we have our talk,” Robbie says, sitting her on the sofa.
Slightly disappointed, she says nothing. She laces her fingers together and struggles to calm herself. Robbie brushes her face with the back of his hand.
“It’s okay. We have time for the fun stuff,” he says with a wink.
Instantly she is calm and her hormones, no longer run wild.
“How do you do that? Are you some sort of wizard or something? She asks.
Robbie smiles.
“No, not a wizard, but the or something is right.”
Nora smiles skeptically.
“Robbie, why now? We have known each other all our lives and you never once told me about your special abilities. Why didn’t you feel comfortable enough to share this part of you with me?
“I just couldn’t, but from now, on more secrets.”
Nora glares at him. He takes her hand and begins their long, overdue talk.
“Nora, this may be one of the hardest times in your life and I am sorry we don’t have more time for you to accept it. There is a lot we have to learn.” Robbie says, gently kissing her hands.
Nora thinks the kiss will send her into a sex-crazed mess, but she is wrong. She gives a slight smile and touches his face.
“I’m sorry I hurt you when I stopped responding to your letters. I will explain why, but in order for you to understand my explanation, you’ll need to understand the reasons for the items in that box your father gave you,” he says.
Nora had forgotten all about it. Robbie leaves the room and returns with the box, setting it between the two of them. Nora hesitantly roots through the box, pulling out its contents.
One very old looking leather book, a small black book, and a small black box with a note attached to it.
“‘Nora, happy birthday, sweetheart. I hope that you like your gifts. Remember that I am always with you. Please keep the small book close to you. It will help you in your time of need. Love always, Dad.’
Nora opens the small box. Love covers her heart at the sight of a gold locket. (With love from dad) is engraved on the front. The inside holds a small picture of Noah and a woman. Nora looks at Robbie in shock.
“Is this—?”
“Yes, that is your mother.”
Nora holds the locket for several moments, not wanting to get that image out of her head. She can feel her father’s heart light up with happiness as she holds the locket.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she says as she slides the necklace around her neck.
“Your life is about to become one that is only told in stories. As unreal as it may seem, every bit of it is true,” Robbie says.
Nora sets the large leather book in her lap, now genuinely intrigued. She opens the book and slowly thumbs through the pages. There are several handwritings on each page, each one as lovely as the next.
“I’ve never seen writing like this. Whose writing is this? What is this?”
“It’s the writing of the gods. This is our life,” Robbie answers.
Nora begins to read aloud. Robbie listens in silence, waiting for any questions. After an hour of reading, Nora smiles.
“What a great story,” she says.
“Okay. I expected a more dramatic response. I know this is a lot to take in,” Robbie says.
Nora smiles and leans back in her seat.
“Okay, let me see if I got this. Lights, they are Szion that have gone bad by killing the Vilmo they were put on earth to protect from evil, such as demons, vampires, and whatever else is out there. Their bodies were killed, leaving only their souls. Szion are Vilmo and human protectors. Vilmo are half breeds made by Szion and Vilmo or humans. Is that right?”
Robbie nods. Nora grins, so close to busting out in a laugh.
“Come on, Robbie, do you really
“Our bond. Nora, I know I was born to love you. I have loved you from the day we met.”
Nora’s hormones are once again out of control. She needs him. Every part of him. She wraps her arms around him and hugs him tightly. He gently pulls back from their hug and smiles.
“Now it’s time we have our talk,” Robbie says, sitting her on the sofa.
Slightly disappointed, she says nothing. She laces her fingers together and struggles to calm herself. Robbie brushes her face with the back of his hand.
“It’s okay. We have time for the fun stuff,” he says with a wink.
Instantly she is calm and her hormones, no longer run wild.
“How do you do that? Are you some sort of wizard or something? She asks.
Robbie smiles.
“No, not a wizard, but the or something is right.”
Nora smiles skeptically.
“Robbie, why now? We have known each other all our lives and you never once told me about your special abilities. Why didn’t you feel comfortable enough to share this part of you with me?
“I just couldn’t, but from now, on more secrets.”
Nora glares at him. He takes her hand and begins their long, overdue talk.
“Nora, this may be one of the hardest times in your life and I am sorry we don’t have more time for you to accept it. There is a lot we have to learn.” Robbie says, gently kissing her hands.
Nora thinks the kiss will send her into a sex-crazed mess, but she is wrong. She gives a slight smile and touches his face.
“I’m sorry I hurt you when I stopped responding to your letters. I will explain why, but in order for you to understand my explanation, you’ll need to understand the reasons for the items in that box your father gave you,” he says.
Nora had forgotten all about it. Robbie leaves the room and returns with the box, setting it between the two of them. Nora hesitantly roots through the box, pulling out its contents.
One very old looking leather book, a small black book, and a small black box with a note attached to it.
“‘Nora, happy birthday, sweetheart. I hope that you like your gifts. Remember that I am always with you. Please keep the small book close to you. It will help you in your time of need. Love always, Dad.’
Nora opens the small box. Love covers her heart at the sight of a gold locket. (With love from dad) is engraved on the front. The inside holds a small picture of Noah and a woman. Nora looks at Robbie in shock.
“Is this—?”
“Yes, that is your mother.”
Nora holds the locket for several moments, not wanting to get that image out of her head. She can feel her father’s heart light up with happiness as she holds the locket.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she says as she slides the necklace around her neck.
“Your life is about to become one that is only told in stories. As unreal as it may seem, every bit of it is true,” Robbie says.
Nora sets the large leather book in her lap, now genuinely intrigued. She opens the book and slowly thumbs through the pages. There are several handwritings on each page, each one as lovely as the next.
“I’ve never seen writing like this. Whose writing is this? What is this?”
“It’s the writing of the gods. This is our life,” Robbie answers.
Nora begins to read aloud. Robbie listens in silence, waiting for any questions. After an hour of reading, Nora smiles.
“What a great story,” she says.
“Okay. I expected a more dramatic response. I know this is a lot to take in,” Robbie says.
Nora smiles and leans back in her seat.
“Okay, let me see if I got this. Lights, they are Szion that have gone bad by killing the Vilmo they were put on earth to protect from evil, such as demons, vampires, and whatever else is out there. Their bodies were killed, leaving only their souls. Szion are Vilmo and human protectors. Vilmo are half breeds made by Szion and Vilmo or humans. Is that right?”
Robbie nods. Nora grins, so close to busting out in a laugh.
“Come on, Robbie, do you really
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