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By:Sylvia Day






He faces me and I’m struck, as I always am, by the brilliance of his cerulean eyes. All of the Sentinels have blue eyes and he explained why when I asked him previously. The Sentinels are seraphim angels—the “burning ones.” The blue of their irises is literally the flame inside them. Pure and hot. Beautiful in an eerie, preternatural way.





“Ms. Day,” he returns, in his smooth deep voice with its unique resonance. He can compel with that voice, but so far he’s resisted compelling me to do anything. At least I think he’s resisted... “Ah, you’re dressed today. I’d almost forgotten how you look when you’re not wearing your pajamas.”





I grin. “Hey, it’s one of the perks of being a writer. How are you today?”





“As well as can be expected.”





“Where’s Lindsay?”





“Training.”





I nod, understanding. The woman he loves can kick some serious ass, but she’s still fragile compared to the vampires she hunts and the Sentinels who are training her. “Are you ready for the interview?”





“No.” But he moves to his desk, gesturing for me to take a seat.





His wings dissipate like mist just before he sits, which always fascinates me. They’re so much a part of him and yet he can tuck them away where mortals like me can’t see them.





I eye him as he gets comfortable, admiring the savage beauty of his face. He’s stunning, with a dark and edgy sensuality that makes him seem more fallen angel than not.





“What do you like most about yourself?” I ask.





His brows rise. He leans back in his chair and studies me in return. “Is this part of the interview?”





“It can be.”





“Hmm... That I can still learn, I suppose. That I can change my mind, be surprised, discover something new.”





“You’re evolving.”





“Yes, perhaps that’s the way to say it. After all these years... after all I’ve seen, I’m not done formulating new opinions of things that should be old hat to me.”





“What do you like least about yourself?”





His lips curved wryly. “How much time do you have?”





Now it’s my brows that rise. “Really?”





“Part of evolution is trial and error, and I’ve made more than my share of mistakes. Unfortunately, I also keep making new ones.”





“That’s part of being human,” I point out.





“But I’m not human.”





Right. I consider him further. “What haven’t you done that you would like to do?”





“Take Lindsay away,” he says without hesitation. “For a week at least, longer if we could manage it.”





“Where would you go?”





“She likes the water. I like the mountains.”





“So you can fly.”





“Yes.” He smiles, which is a sign of how Lindsay is changing him. “So I suppose it would be somewhere with mountains overlooking the ocean.”





“Something to look forward to.”





“Yes.”





“What are you most afraid of?”





“Failure,” he responds, with the same alacrity as the previous question. “Too much is riding on me... too many people are dependent on my getting the job done. There’s too much at stake. And I have Lindsay now.”





“You won’t fail.” I have no doubt about that.





“No,” he agrees with conviction. “I won’t.”





And really, that’s the number one thing there is to know about Adrian right there.





The following interview appeared on DarhkPortal.com, Oct 2011.





Monday MANdy

Interview with Adrian Mitchell





Have you ever melted a trackball on your Blackberry?

No, but I’ve crushed a few in my fist when I’ve been aggravated enough.





What is the one thing you find most interesting about mortals?

Decisions are so mutable to mortals. Sayings such as, “Rules are made to be broken.” Even when the lines are clear and it’s apparent they’ve been crossed, emotions guide the response to those transgressions as much as the law does. That fascinates me. There are so few hard and fast rules in mortal lives and so many reasons you come up with for why a particular rule applies in one instance and not another.





Looking back, now that you have Lindsay in your life, is there anything you wish you had done differently regarding Helena?

I’m torn by this question. Helena came to me for two things: permission to break a law and help in doing so. It was rather like one police officer approaching another to ask for permission to rob a bank, assistance with disabling the alarm systems, and then a promise that she’d face no consequences for the theft. Can you see how impossible it was for me to give her what she wanted?