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328 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 22, 2012


“You’re being here is no coincidence, is it?” His eyes narrow. “What are you?”
“What a silly question,” Alyx says, trying not to let her panic show. “I’m a mortal just like you.”
He grins. Alyx feels like an animal that has just been caught in a trap.
“Firstly,” he says, “a real mortal would never call herself a ‘mortal’. And secondly, real mortals don’t come falling out of the sky to land delicately on the ground. No, real mortals break bones doing things like that,” he says this last sentence in a mock hush as if he was revealing some great secret. “Just keep that in mind when you try to pass yourself off as one of us next time.”
Alyx’s breath sticks in her throat, a strangled sort of cry.
But it only seems to amuse him further. “Yes, I saw you drop down to the ground before you knifed that thing. Scaring the living hell out of me I might add.” He glances up at the buildings that loom over them. “What is that, five storys that you just jumped from? Neat little trick. No you obviously aren’t human and you don’t look like one of them. So the question is... what are you?”
“It’s dark. You shouldn’t have seen that.”
“My night vision is fantastic.” He shrugs as if in apology. “Okay. Maybe ‘what are you?’ is too personal a question to ask so soon after we just started our friendship?”
Alyx traces her fingers across his top lip and presses her mouth to it, soft like the first drops of spring rain, her thumb trapped between the corners of their mouths. A rush fills her head. He gasps. Or does she? She isn’t sure.
She pulls back to look at him. The way he is looking at her is... like he is seeing the stars for the first time.
“Alyx...”
She kisses him again, cutting him off. The world around them dissolves like sandcastles until there are just his lips and his hands.
Alyx traces his collarbones with her fingers.
“I am sure. I want you. And. I want you to have me. All of me.”
Israel nods. He kisses her again before pulling away. He slips his fingers under her shirt finding her skin. She lifts up her arms. He draws her shirt up off her, his hands dragging along her sides.
Alyx can’t meet his gaze. It is too much. She lowers her eyes as Israel drops her shirt. She can feel him staring at her. She moves to cross her arms over herself but he catches her hands.
“You have no reason to hide,” he says. He leans down to kiss her bare shoulder then runs his lips along her neck up to her ear. “You are so... painfully beautiful.”
More than anything the path of destiny takes great courage, not the greatest gifts or skill. -Mayrekk
Who was this killer? Who was this Rogue? Why could she now feel his presence with her? Why could she hear the strands of his thoughts on her mind like a ghostly melody? Why was she so damn connected to him?