I don't own Night World. Sequel to Huntress. I'm not really sure what to call it, so I'll stick with Huntress II until I've figured out what I should call it.

Chapter 1

I watched out the window, waiting for Morgead to come back.

He'd gone on a two week mission for Thierry. I'd begged to go with him; it felt like my heart was being wrenched out of my chest whenever I was away from him, but to no avail. Thierry had said I was too important to risk going on a mission.

It had been difficult enough to persuade him to let me stay at his mansion in Las Vegas; he'd wanted me to stay all safe in a protected house.

I wasn't having that.

I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the window. It was hard to go through any day without Morgead, but a whole two weeks...

I shuddered.

Never again... I thought.

A knock on the door. "Come in," I called out.

Rashel came in. We'd spent a lot of time together the past two weeks, her Soulmate, Quinn, had gone on the same mission as Morgead.

"I just got a text from Quinn. Morgead's fine – they're all fine. They'll be here in an hour," she said.

"An hour...?" I groaned.

She looked at me sympathetically.

"Think about Hannah and Thierry. They haven't seen each other for a month. He just came back. Hannah launched herself at him," she shook her head. "Good thing he was a vampire. She would have pushed him right back to Alaska if he wasn't strong."

I laughed and sat down on the rocking chair next to the window. I still had a good view of outside.

An hour was a long time. 3,600 seconds. I wasn't going to count that. I pulled my legs up to rest my chin on my knees as Rashel walked out.

I did what I'd done all the time for the past couple of weeks. I replayed the last hour Morgead and I had together.

Flashback

I stayed in Morgead's arms. I kept telling myself that two weeks wasn't long. And it wasn't. In retrospect.

But living through it would be torturous.

"I'm going to miss you," I murmured to Morgead.

His arms tightened around me and he pressed his lips to my forehead. "I'll miss you, too," he whispered against my skin.

I tangled my hands in his hair, holding him close. I wouldn't be able to do that for two weeks...

It was the first time we'd been properly separated since I'd left all those months ago. He would be four states away...

Morgead pulled my face up to kiss me.

It started innocently enough. He kissed me carefully, stroking my hair. I kissed him back.

Suddenly something changed. A shiver rippled through his body and he kissed me harder, pulling me closer. My tongue pressed against his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth.

Our minds merged. I loved these moments. The silver cord that bound us for eternity strengthened.

Morgead's mind was beautiful. His aura was the vibrant emerald green of his eyes, and was warm and loving. Only I saw this part of him, the kind and loving side of him. He was arrogant with everyone else.

He pulled away and instead kissed my neck, letting his teeth graze across my skin without breaking it.

"Morgead!" a shout came from just outside the door. "Where are you? We're going to be late!"

Morgead pulled away slowly. "I'm in here," he said.

He kissed my forehead and walked to the door. I followed him, holding his hand.

Quinn was leaning against the wall, waiting. "You ready?" he asked as we walked to him.

Morgead nodded. I let his hand go and watched them walk out.

(End of Flashback)

I opened my eyes slowly and checked out the window quickly.

He still wasn't here. I checked my watch and realised with a shock that it had only been ten minutes. I still had about fifty minutes left.

I got up and paced the room.

Hurry up, Morgead. Please hurry up, I thought desperately. I pulled gently on the silver cord.

I felt a gentle tug back, comforting me.

I smiled as I opened my eyes.

It was only fifty or so minutes until I could see him. I had lived two weeks without him. I could live fifty minutes.

I picked up a book and started to read, forcing myself to ignore the time.

"Jez, they're back!" I heard Rashel shout.

I slammed the book shut and sprinted out the room, banging into Rashel.

"Eager?" she said, smiling.

"Aren't you?" I asked.

"Yes, but I control myself better."

I rolled my eyes at her and shot down the stairs.

Morgead was walking in the door. I'd almost forgotten how handsome he was – his bright, beautiful green eyes were warm as they saw me, and his messy black hair fell over his forehead, contrasting wonderfully with his pale skin. His features were strong but delicate, with chiselled high cheekbones.

I launched myself at him, and his arms enveloped around me, holding me tightly to him.

"Hey, Jez," he murmured. He kissed the top of my head.

"I missed you," I whispered to him.

"I missed you too," he whispered. He pulled away and instead put one arm around my waist and we walked upstairs.

I twisted round to kiss him as soon as we were in our room. He held me tighter and kissed me back, his hands tracing patterns on my back.

After a while, he pulled away and leant his forehead against mine.

"Can I ask you something?" he whispered.

I opened my eyes to watch him. His eyes were open, and gazing at me with such tender love.

"Anything," I said.

He watched me for a second, and then got something out of his pocket.

"Jez," he said.

I just watched him.

He got down on one knee, still watching me. I gasped.

"Will you marry me?" he asked softly.

He opened a satin box, the thing that he'd gotten from his pocket, and opened it. Inside nestled a beautiful ring.

It was simple, a thin white-gold band and one diamond set in it.

"Yes," I whispered. His face lit up in joy, and he stood up to take me in his arms.

"Thank you," he murmured in my ear.

Jez Blackthorn, I thought to myself.

It sounded so perfect. So right.