07-29-2018, 07:21 PM
Nikolai accepted Evelyn into his arms as the music shifted. Looking into her eyes, he was lost in the flecks of copper and green strewn throughout the color. A uncomfortable tightness gripped his chest, but the moment they swept into the steps, it dissipated.
Their palms pressed as they had that evening spent together. The sweeping moves rustled strands of her hair like she was floating. The slim smile on her lips made him want to reach for grander motions. She was a natural, of course. Evelyn was too elegant to be less than mesmerizing.
He was vaguely aware of a scream, but it was the touch on his arm that halted the dance. The music died. People’s gazes were averted elsewhere.
One of his Barrier guards swarmed near, but rather than dismiss Evelyn, he gathered her protectively close.
The flare of power caught his attention.
“Ascendancy, it would be best if you were secured elsewhere until the situation is under control,” the Barrier spoke, and while Nik considered it, he was acutely aware of watchful eyes.
“No. Stay with her,”
he ordered.
The power flooded to heights that placed him atop the world.
When he joined the epicenter of the commotion, he found a surprising scene. Two of the nine rods of dominon flanked one of his proteges. Detective Sarkozy looked like a deer caught in headlights. A woman was nestled in the arms of a young man. If Nikolai recognized either, his expression did not betray the knowledge. Jensen, however, was already offering to help. Nik’s gaze fell upon the shard of glass sticking out of her throat. While the sight of blood did not bother him, the sight of that glass made him clench his teeth.
“Heal her, Jensen.”
He said on behalf of the woman who clearly couldn’t speak.
While they were occupied, his gaze settled upon Ivan. Whatever happened would be determined by security footage soon enough. But the man was a competent channeler. Nikolai would know.
“Escort him out of here,”
he told the two Rods. “Somewhere safe.”
He told the men.
There was only one such place on Kremlin grounds secure enough to hold a channeler against their will. Ivan interrupted his dance with Evelyn, whether purposefully or by accident, it didn't matter. The rods of dominion could handle the investigation. When and if Nikolai chose to speak to him personally remained to be seen.
((Sorry if this is terrible, my kid was literally climbing all over my lap as i was trying to type.))
Their palms pressed as they had that evening spent together. The sweeping moves rustled strands of her hair like she was floating. The slim smile on her lips made him want to reach for grander motions. She was a natural, of course. Evelyn was too elegant to be less than mesmerizing.
He was vaguely aware of a scream, but it was the touch on his arm that halted the dance. The music died. People’s gazes were averted elsewhere.
One of his Barrier guards swarmed near, but rather than dismiss Evelyn, he gathered her protectively close.
The flare of power caught his attention.
“Ascendancy, it would be best if you were secured elsewhere until the situation is under control,” the Barrier spoke, and while Nik considered it, he was acutely aware of watchful eyes.
“No. Stay with her,”
he ordered.
The power flooded to heights that placed him atop the world.
When he joined the epicenter of the commotion, he found a surprising scene. Two of the nine rods of dominon flanked one of his proteges. Detective Sarkozy looked like a deer caught in headlights. A woman was nestled in the arms of a young man. If Nikolai recognized either, his expression did not betray the knowledge. Jensen, however, was already offering to help. Nik’s gaze fell upon the shard of glass sticking out of her throat. While the sight of blood did not bother him, the sight of that glass made him clench his teeth.
“Heal her, Jensen.”
He said on behalf of the woman who clearly couldn’t speak.
While they were occupied, his gaze settled upon Ivan. Whatever happened would be determined by security footage soon enough. But the man was a competent channeler. Nikolai would know.
“Escort him out of here,”
he told the two Rods. “Somewhere safe.”
He told the men.
There was only one such place on Kremlin grounds secure enough to hold a channeler against their will. Ivan interrupted his dance with Evelyn, whether purposefully or by accident, it didn't matter. The rods of dominion could handle the investigation. When and if Nikolai chose to speak to him personally remained to be seen.
((Sorry if this is terrible, my kid was literally climbing all over my lap as i was trying to type.))