08-28-2014, 05:08 AM
Their conversation about family had died when the kid had. Ayden wasn't sure she liked the fact that Connor was asking. There was a lot to think about on the ride back to their hotel. Ayden had meant to go home, home, but once they were alone in the room. All thoughts of going home fled. Not only because she liked the room and it was great to have Connor with her, but because home was hard.
Ayden didn't know much about the Atharim. Short of what Connor knew. And Ayden gathered that he knew little to nothing at all really about them. But what he did set his blood to boil as it did hers. They had marked her a target! That was not acceptable. She knew it was for her, she had used her gift in public not once but twice. And that was when the feeling's of being followed had started, the night she'd met Zoya.
Ayden was thankful that Zoya hadn't actually channeled outright, she should be safe. A ball of fire and lifting kids from the water is pretty magical stuff. A dry coat that no one could really see was wet in the first place that was another story. It made her feel better that the brunette she'd met who didn't know what she was would be safe.
But there had to be something she could do about this, do about the Atharim. To Do about staying alive for both her and Connor's sake.
They spent the remainder of the day and evening together, flirting, playing and of course in bed. All of it made the weekend great, the small interlude of murder in between seemed to make life brighter. More scared, something to live for now, not wait for later. Ayden knew what she wanted to do when they got home. She wasn't going to wait, not now. There were many things to do and she would happily do them.
When sleep finally came Ayden drifted off to sleep lying against Connor. The dreams came as they always did after a kill. They were covered in blood, but everyone was safe. It wasn't her family that was dead, just the man she'd killed. He saved them.
The realization hit Ayden and her eyes popped open. She knew why her dreams had changed. But she couldn't exactly go around killing people again. That was a sure way to end what she had. What was the reality of the dreams? Why had killing worked? And why had they gone away after she had given up everything, only to reemerge. Something was the same and yet completely different and Ayden had to figure out the connection. Ayden didn't want to dream of blood every night. And she definitely didn't want to dream of Connor dead, or her family anymore. Life was good now, her dreams should reflect that. There was still work to be done to solve the problem. Maybe in the morning she'd talk to Connor about it. But for now Ayden closed her eyes and slept again, knowing that every one was safe.
Ayden didn't know much about the Atharim. Short of what Connor knew. And Ayden gathered that he knew little to nothing at all really about them. But what he did set his blood to boil as it did hers. They had marked her a target! That was not acceptable. She knew it was for her, she had used her gift in public not once but twice. And that was when the feeling's of being followed had started, the night she'd met Zoya.
Ayden was thankful that Zoya hadn't actually channeled outright, she should be safe. A ball of fire and lifting kids from the water is pretty magical stuff. A dry coat that no one could really see was wet in the first place that was another story. It made her feel better that the brunette she'd met who didn't know what she was would be safe.
But there had to be something she could do about this, do about the Atharim. To Do about staying alive for both her and Connor's sake.
They spent the remainder of the day and evening together, flirting, playing and of course in bed. All of it made the weekend great, the small interlude of murder in between seemed to make life brighter. More scared, something to live for now, not wait for later. Ayden knew what she wanted to do when they got home. She wasn't going to wait, not now. There were many things to do and she would happily do them.
When sleep finally came Ayden drifted off to sleep lying against Connor. The dreams came as they always did after a kill. They were covered in blood, but everyone was safe. It wasn't her family that was dead, just the man she'd killed. He saved them.
The realization hit Ayden and her eyes popped open. She knew why her dreams had changed. But she couldn't exactly go around killing people again. That was a sure way to end what she had. What was the reality of the dreams? Why had killing worked? And why had they gone away after she had given up everything, only to reemerge. Something was the same and yet completely different and Ayden had to figure out the connection. Ayden didn't want to dream of blood every night. And she definitely didn't want to dream of Connor dead, or her family anymore. Life was good now, her dreams should reflect that. There was still work to be done to solve the problem. Maybe in the morning she'd talk to Connor about it. But for now Ayden closed her eyes and slept again, knowing that every one was safe.