the edges of his mouth. “No. I met
Azelie quite a few years ago. Nicolas came to the aid of another in a situation
similar to yours. She and I crossed paths.”
“Do you have any real thoughts, or are they all
preprogrammed propaganda? I’m calling bullshit on this one.”
“ Nico cared for his people. Unlike
Malcolm, he wanted to ensure the world we live in was free of oppression and
scrutiny. He never flaunted what he was. Azelie brought attention to herself
with her antics even then.”
“But she’s in New Orleans. Isn’t that Marienne’s territory?
Her shit to deal with.”
“It was in our cabal the issues arose. Sandorus did what he
could to protect his House and those involved, but House of Porte was not so
forthcoming. I know what Azelie is capable of because I’ve seen it once
before.”
“Why have you not mentioned this before now?” I’d been kept
in the dark, lied to, bullshitted, and fucked around for too damn long.
Malcolm, Tatum, Reggie, and the lot of them were deceitful, scheming shit bags.
It takes a fucking voodoo cocksucker to knock loose pertinent information.
Shit, Cyrus could be throwing me for a loop too and I’d be none the wiser. My
head was beginning to stop functioning. Bullshit overload.
“I will tell you this only once, and I ask that you listen.
There are things, events, beings, worlds that, like Azelie, require your faith
to exist in your world. Your quest for knowledge nearly got you killed once.
Trust me when I tell you, ignorance is truly bliss.”
“Why wait? Why?” My tired body was beginning to give up. It
wasn’t even twenty-four hours since I’d slept, but it might as well have been
forty-eight. There was too much new shit coming to light for one brain to
compartmentalize.
“Dylan, I want you. I want to be in your presence. You are
like no woman I’ve met in a century of years, and that has intrigued me to the
point of insanity. In my time with Nicolas, and with Malcolm, I have learned it
is always best to err on the side of caution. Knowledge truly is power, but it
can also be detrimental. It can be altering, demoralizing even. In some, it can
be met with demise. Why would I choose to do that to you?”
I was speechless. Ask anyone, that never happened. I wasn’t a romantic. I blushed and felt awkward when someone
happened to pay me a compliment. His words were intense; I had no choice but to
believe him. I’d force him to write it all down for me once all this curse type
stuff was over, but for now, I would accept that as a valid answer. “Where did
you come from?” I mumbled, not really thinking beforehand. I knew he’d told me
he was Persian. I knew he had a name other than Cyrus, a name from his country
I assumed. I knew, so my asking made little sense. It seemed the old grey
matter was shutting down for a long winter’s nap.
“Why don’t you try to
sleep a little? You’re going to need it. You need rest now more than ever. You
have a fight ahead of you and it’s going to get worse before it gets better.”
Apparently, my exhaustion was a public affair.
“Thanks for the words of encouragement.” Asshat . “Can you answer one more
question?”
“Will you sleep if I do?” At that point, I didn’t have much
of a choice; my eyes were fluttering, threatening to close up shop.
“Fine, but you better not fuck with me while I’m sleeping.
And please make sure no one sneaks in and takes my soul while I’m out.” I
wasn’t shitting him. I meant it.
“Agreed,” he said with a nod.
I took a breath and gathered the tiny, jumbled thoughts
mingling in my head. “If you’re not a vampire, that is if there are vampires, what the shit are you?” My
eyes felt heavy, even with the idea of sleep skipping through my thoughts.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” A tiny smile hit
his face but quickly dissipated.
“Try me.” As if the idea of vampires and witches wasn’t
enough to handle, there was a chance he was something
Azelie quite a few years ago. Nicolas came to the aid of another in a situation
similar to yours. She and I crossed paths.”
“Do you have any real thoughts, or are they all
preprogrammed propaganda? I’m calling bullshit on this one.”
“ Nico cared for his people. Unlike
Malcolm, he wanted to ensure the world we live in was free of oppression and
scrutiny. He never flaunted what he was. Azelie brought attention to herself
with her antics even then.”
“But she’s in New Orleans. Isn’t that Marienne’s territory?
Her shit to deal with.”
“It was in our cabal the issues arose. Sandorus did what he
could to protect his House and those involved, but House of Porte was not so
forthcoming. I know what Azelie is capable of because I’ve seen it once
before.”
“Why have you not mentioned this before now?” I’d been kept
in the dark, lied to, bullshitted, and fucked around for too damn long.
Malcolm, Tatum, Reggie, and the lot of them were deceitful, scheming shit bags.
It takes a fucking voodoo cocksucker to knock loose pertinent information.
Shit, Cyrus could be throwing me for a loop too and I’d be none the wiser. My
head was beginning to stop functioning. Bullshit overload.
“I will tell you this only once, and I ask that you listen.
There are things, events, beings, worlds that, like Azelie, require your faith
to exist in your world. Your quest for knowledge nearly got you killed once.
Trust me when I tell you, ignorance is truly bliss.”
“Why wait? Why?” My tired body was beginning to give up. It
wasn’t even twenty-four hours since I’d slept, but it might as well have been
forty-eight. There was too much new shit coming to light for one brain to
compartmentalize.
“Dylan, I want you. I want to be in your presence. You are
like no woman I’ve met in a century of years, and that has intrigued me to the
point of insanity. In my time with Nicolas, and with Malcolm, I have learned it
is always best to err on the side of caution. Knowledge truly is power, but it
can also be detrimental. It can be altering, demoralizing even. In some, it can
be met with demise. Why would I choose to do that to you?”
I was speechless. Ask anyone, that never happened. I wasn’t a romantic. I blushed and felt awkward when someone
happened to pay me a compliment. His words were intense; I had no choice but to
believe him. I’d force him to write it all down for me once all this curse type
stuff was over, but for now, I would accept that as a valid answer. “Where did
you come from?” I mumbled, not really thinking beforehand. I knew he’d told me
he was Persian. I knew he had a name other than Cyrus, a name from his country
I assumed. I knew, so my asking made little sense. It seemed the old grey
matter was shutting down for a long winter’s nap.
“Why don’t you try to
sleep a little? You’re going to need it. You need rest now more than ever. You
have a fight ahead of you and it’s going to get worse before it gets better.”
Apparently, my exhaustion was a public affair.
“Thanks for the words of encouragement.” Asshat . “Can you answer one more
question?”
“Will you sleep if I do?” At that point, I didn’t have much
of a choice; my eyes were fluttering, threatening to close up shop.
“Fine, but you better not fuck with me while I’m sleeping.
And please make sure no one sneaks in and takes my soul while I’m out.” I
wasn’t shitting him. I meant it.
“Agreed,” he said with a nod.
I took a breath and gathered the tiny, jumbled thoughts
mingling in my head. “If you’re not a vampire, that is if there are vampires, what the shit are you?” My
eyes felt heavy, even with the idea of sleep skipping through my thoughts.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” A tiny smile hit
his face but quickly dissipated.
“Try me.” As if the idea of vampires and witches wasn’t
enough to handle, there was a chance he was something
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