from Nadine before she…um…you know. But I’d never officially met her.” Addison stretched and jogged in place until she got winded, which was actually only about thirty seconds later. I need to get in shape. A one hundred and fifty-year-old female werewolf could outrun her. “Keira is so…different than I imagined.”
“From the way she was gawking at you, I think she’d say the same about you.”
Addison shrugged. “She’s so cute and petite. And she kills things really, really well. Did you know about her scars?”
Parker shook her head. “She showed up out of nowhere. Nadine recruited her after seeing her take down two vamps.”
“At the same time?”
“Yep.”
“Wow.” That was impressive. It was almost impossible to take one down, something Addison knew from personal experience. Hell, she’d had Rhyse strapped to her bed, weakened from the stake in his chest, and she still hadn’t been able to dust him. Instead, she’d gone the truly stupid route and fallen in love with him.
“Good for her…and us.” There was safety in numbers and, thanks to Parker, seers had information that had only been available to a few of them before.
A rebellion is a funny thing—prophesied or not. Turns out, once people heard rumor of it beginning, they didn’t just jump onboard to pitch in and help. They didn’t stand up to their oppressors or do anything differently than they had the day before. Then, of course, everyone had heard about the disaster. Horrible news always travels faster than the good stuff, so even fewer people joined up after that.
The Rising was in the weeds with no grass roots to be seen. No, they were way below grass roots. Most of the time Addison felt like they were still stuck in the worm shit.
She left Rhyse because she’d believed she could make a difference. The only things that were different: She slept in an empty bed, twenty brave seers were dead, and her belief was going downhill as fast as her health.
“Kept and tortured by a vamp for three years...” Addison sat down, her headache back. “I’m not sure I could’ve handled that. You gotta respect how tough she is.”
“I knew there was something going on with her, but that? Can’t believe an angel didn’t get to her before Lamere did.”
“Even angels make mistakes.” She remembered the first time she met Micah, the only super she loved besides Rhyse. As an angel, he’d sensed she was different from the moment he saw her. After the celebration of the Treaty of All Races was overrun with demons and Addison accidentally turned a werewolf into a dog, the angel figured out exactly how different she was. By keeping her secret, he’d earned something hard to come by in their world. Trust.
Addison sent a message through Graham to Logan, coded as usual. But instead of the message having details, it had a request, one she was finally brave enough to make. Being afraid of seeing someone she loved after meeting Keira, who was brave enough to go after someone she hated , made things clearer.
Darkness was Rhyse’s thing, not hers. The less she saw of it, the better. Ten minutes after sundown at a public park—since supers tended to avoid public places that had no corners to hide behind—she sat on a bench waiting for Rhyse and calling herself names for being such a wuss. She couldn’t blame her shaking on the cold.
This was one of those moments that could ruin you.
She should leave. He might not even show. He’d probably written those things out of habit, and his memories of their time together were more powerful than the reality. It had been a really long time. Plus, she’d sent the message late, so he could be too busy to come. He might not get the note in time, and his council duties took priority over a secret meeting with his enemy-slash-ex-girlfriend-slash-whatever the hell she was to him. And—
Oh powers, he was even more beautiful than she remembered. He walked out of the darkness, staring directly at
“From the way she was gawking at you, I think she’d say the same about you.”
Addison shrugged. “She’s so cute and petite. And she kills things really, really well. Did you know about her scars?”
Parker shook her head. “She showed up out of nowhere. Nadine recruited her after seeing her take down two vamps.”
“At the same time?”
“Yep.”
“Wow.” That was impressive. It was almost impossible to take one down, something Addison knew from personal experience. Hell, she’d had Rhyse strapped to her bed, weakened from the stake in his chest, and she still hadn’t been able to dust him. Instead, she’d gone the truly stupid route and fallen in love with him.
“Good for her…and us.” There was safety in numbers and, thanks to Parker, seers had information that had only been available to a few of them before.
A rebellion is a funny thing—prophesied or not. Turns out, once people heard rumor of it beginning, they didn’t just jump onboard to pitch in and help. They didn’t stand up to their oppressors or do anything differently than they had the day before. Then, of course, everyone had heard about the disaster. Horrible news always travels faster than the good stuff, so even fewer people joined up after that.
The Rising was in the weeds with no grass roots to be seen. No, they were way below grass roots. Most of the time Addison felt like they were still stuck in the worm shit.
She left Rhyse because she’d believed she could make a difference. The only things that were different: She slept in an empty bed, twenty brave seers were dead, and her belief was going downhill as fast as her health.
“Kept and tortured by a vamp for three years...” Addison sat down, her headache back. “I’m not sure I could’ve handled that. You gotta respect how tough she is.”
“I knew there was something going on with her, but that? Can’t believe an angel didn’t get to her before Lamere did.”
“Even angels make mistakes.” She remembered the first time she met Micah, the only super she loved besides Rhyse. As an angel, he’d sensed she was different from the moment he saw her. After the celebration of the Treaty of All Races was overrun with demons and Addison accidentally turned a werewolf into a dog, the angel figured out exactly how different she was. By keeping her secret, he’d earned something hard to come by in their world. Trust.
Addison sent a message through Graham to Logan, coded as usual. But instead of the message having details, it had a request, one she was finally brave enough to make. Being afraid of seeing someone she loved after meeting Keira, who was brave enough to go after someone she hated , made things clearer.
Darkness was Rhyse’s thing, not hers. The less she saw of it, the better. Ten minutes after sundown at a public park—since supers tended to avoid public places that had no corners to hide behind—she sat on a bench waiting for Rhyse and calling herself names for being such a wuss. She couldn’t blame her shaking on the cold.
This was one of those moments that could ruin you.
She should leave. He might not even show. He’d probably written those things out of habit, and his memories of their time together were more powerful than the reality. It had been a really long time. Plus, she’d sent the message late, so he could be too busy to come. He might not get the note in time, and his council duties took priority over a secret meeting with his enemy-slash-ex-girlfriend-slash-whatever the hell she was to him. And—
Oh powers, he was even more beautiful than she remembered. He walked out of the darkness, staring directly at
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