simply cut off her memories from the point where the vampire had first knocked her down, dazing her. It wouldn’t be much of a stretch to convince her she’d fully blacked out. And then, something, or someone, came along, scaring off her attackers.
She just wouldn’t remember the someone was him.
And why did that bother him so much? He wasn’t a Paladin for the glory of it. Ego had no place in their order. In addition to being contrary to the character makeup of the angels they were descendant from, there were reasons why the Paladin did their best to remain low on the radar. Their fight against evil required a certain amount of secrecy to be effective. Humanity, as a whole, tended to cling to the logical and scientific. To swallow the whole concept of evil walking among them and the idea of heavenly warriors protecting them would be a stretch. There was a greater chance they’d be totally freaked out by their angelic saviors and would be as likely to persecute them as revere them.
Nope, being incognito was by far the best option, which meant the logical thing to do was to eliminate yet another portion of Jessica’s memory.
But then what would you do? Dump her back in that garage? Take the chance Ganelon might’ve already sent another demon after her?
“I’ll think on it,” he mumbled, knowing he wouldn’t. Knowing he’d already made up his mind. He was going to keep Jessica safe. No matter the cost.
Valin turned his gaze fully on Logan. “It’s what the council would call for.”
“You will not tell the council!” He didn’t even realize he’d leapt up and crossed the room until he found himself, one hand bunched in Valin’s shirt, the other arm pressed across his throat as he pinned the Black Knight to the doorframe.
“You’re glowing again,” Valin choked out, his gaze steady on Logan’s as he made no move to fight.
Logan blinked down at himself, surprised to see that Valin was right. He dropped his arm, stepping back as he quickly pulled in the power that was slipping out of him, capping off the pathway to His light. “Shit. Sorry.”
Valin shrugged, fixing the neckline of his shirt. “It’s okay. Not like it would hurt me. It’s just…”
Logan hung his head. Valin didn’t need to finish the sentence. It was just odd. And as alarming as his actions of a moment ago. Logan prided himself on his control and twice that night he’d lost it. Once back in the garage when his emotions had spiked, preventing him from drawing from His light, and now here when his emotions caused him to attack a brother without even realizing what he was doing.
Logan was not used to losing control. As future leader of the Paladin, he could not allow volatile emotions to screw with him and what needed to be done.
Valin’s softly spoken words interrupted his train of thought, drawing his attention back. “I’m just suggesting you think on it, Logan. Not telling you what you have to do.”
“You just said I should.”
“I said that the council would tell you to,” Valin pointed out, then with one last glance at Jessica shook his head and took himself out of the room.
Logan waited for the outer door to the brownstone to close before he sat back down on the edge of the bed, his fingers twining in the tight locks of silken hair spread over his pillow. The chest-punch reaction that her silky hair had on him was not good. Not at all.
Why? Why her? What was happening to him that this simple human, though admittedly beautiful and intriguing, could cause him to fuck up so badly?
Valin was right. It was his duty as a Paladin to ensure that who and what he was stayed secret. To do that, the demon must also stay secret. And if he were honest with himself, erasing her memory wouldn’t mean abandoning her to the wolves. He could easily drop her off at a hospital. Let her wake there thinking it was some anonymous Good Samaritan who’d brought her in. Really, did it matter who she believed saved her?
He fisted
She just wouldn’t remember the someone was him.
And why did that bother him so much? He wasn’t a Paladin for the glory of it. Ego had no place in their order. In addition to being contrary to the character makeup of the angels they were descendant from, there were reasons why the Paladin did their best to remain low on the radar. Their fight against evil required a certain amount of secrecy to be effective. Humanity, as a whole, tended to cling to the logical and scientific. To swallow the whole concept of evil walking among them and the idea of heavenly warriors protecting them would be a stretch. There was a greater chance they’d be totally freaked out by their angelic saviors and would be as likely to persecute them as revere them.
Nope, being incognito was by far the best option, which meant the logical thing to do was to eliminate yet another portion of Jessica’s memory.
But then what would you do? Dump her back in that garage? Take the chance Ganelon might’ve already sent another demon after her?
“I’ll think on it,” he mumbled, knowing he wouldn’t. Knowing he’d already made up his mind. He was going to keep Jessica safe. No matter the cost.
Valin turned his gaze fully on Logan. “It’s what the council would call for.”
“You will not tell the council!” He didn’t even realize he’d leapt up and crossed the room until he found himself, one hand bunched in Valin’s shirt, the other arm pressed across his throat as he pinned the Black Knight to the doorframe.
“You’re glowing again,” Valin choked out, his gaze steady on Logan’s as he made no move to fight.
Logan blinked down at himself, surprised to see that Valin was right. He dropped his arm, stepping back as he quickly pulled in the power that was slipping out of him, capping off the pathway to His light. “Shit. Sorry.”
Valin shrugged, fixing the neckline of his shirt. “It’s okay. Not like it would hurt me. It’s just…”
Logan hung his head. Valin didn’t need to finish the sentence. It was just odd. And as alarming as his actions of a moment ago. Logan prided himself on his control and twice that night he’d lost it. Once back in the garage when his emotions had spiked, preventing him from drawing from His light, and now here when his emotions caused him to attack a brother without even realizing what he was doing.
Logan was not used to losing control. As future leader of the Paladin, he could not allow volatile emotions to screw with him and what needed to be done.
Valin’s softly spoken words interrupted his train of thought, drawing his attention back. “I’m just suggesting you think on it, Logan. Not telling you what you have to do.”
“You just said I should.”
“I said that the council would tell you to,” Valin pointed out, then with one last glance at Jessica shook his head and took himself out of the room.
Logan waited for the outer door to the brownstone to close before he sat back down on the edge of the bed, his fingers twining in the tight locks of silken hair spread over his pillow. The chest-punch reaction that her silky hair had on him was not good. Not at all.
Why? Why her? What was happening to him that this simple human, though admittedly beautiful and intriguing, could cause him to fuck up so badly?
Valin was right. It was his duty as a Paladin to ensure that who and what he was stayed secret. To do that, the demon must also stay secret. And if he were honest with himself, erasing her memory wouldn’t mean abandoning her to the wolves. He could easily drop her off at a hospital. Let her wake there thinking it was some anonymous Good Samaritan who’d brought her in. Really, did it matter who she believed saved her?
He fisted
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