Fandom: Night World, LJ Smith
Disclaimer: There is no future…there is no past…this disclaimer is the last. There's only now, only tonight – if you say that it's mine, you won't be right.
Dedication: Spookie, the dream.
Summary: The fourth and final Wild Power needs to be found, and time is running out. Circle Daybreak is taking more desperate measures. But is accepting the aid of a traitor to the Night World desperation or brilliance? And what about their own agent - loose cannon Belladonna Turner?
Author Note at the end.
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Where There's Moonlight, I See Your Eyes
Interlude
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"You're sure?" the tall, blond man asked, his cruel metallic voice ringing out, echoing in the small dark room.
"Of course I'm sure," a petite chestnut-haired woman replied cuttingly. "You're sure that the crystal lit up, and it was her blood staining it?"
"Of course I'm sure," Ragnar snarled back, glaring balefully at the woman now admiring her reflection in a mirror, touching the glass reverently, as though she had never seen her own face before.
"Careful," she replied, without turning around. "Your face might freeze like that."
Ragnar snarled once more and launched himself at the self-satisfied woman, who merely turned and raised a hand. Ragnar recoiled as though he'd run into a brick wall – no pain of impact, just a barrier blocking him.
"Listen to me, Ragnar, and listen well." The woman rose to her full height, her blue eyes glinting imperiously. "You are not my superior. I don't answer to you. Currently, Daybreak has no idea of my existence, which is exceedingly helpful. You will control your temper and you will obey my words. I will not brook any disobedience. Right now, the damned Daybreakers and their leader, the sanctimonious Thierry," the woman spat, "are under the impression that you are the new leader of the Night World Council. I like this. It gives us an advantage. But perhaps this pretense of power is going to your head."
Her eyes glowed a poisonous green, emeralds dipped in acid. Ragnar hung his head, barely reigning in his anger. "I am sorry."
A beautiful smile creased the woman's lips, and then she giggled almost girlishly. "Good boy. Now, just to make sure we all understand – when this Daybreak agent, this…Donna…" she said the word as though it left a bad taste in her mouth. "This Donna left her blood on the crystal and when it dropped from her palm, it suddenly lit up?"
Ragnar nodded sullenly.
"Wonderful. I think that we've found what we're all looking for." With that ominous statement, the woman tossed back her russet curls and a triumphant expression settled over her delicately beautiful features, her expressive black eyes glittering.
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Yep, two (albeit short) chapters in a short space of time. I hope this shows the true depth of my remorse. Haha.
Notes
Something which I'm hoping readers noticed – I kinda left a clue in there. Review if you see it, review if you don't. But there's something that will definitely carry over and be a fair-sized plot point in the sequel, so if you can catch it, good on you.
- WalkThruTheFire.