Severed(37)

When she opened her eyes he was looking up at her, uncertainty and desire and hope mingling in his expression, and she dropped to her knees level with him, taking his face between her hands, feeling the softness of his skin beneath the stubble along his jaw. He leant forwards and kissed her and she let her hands fall away so she could pull his T-shirt off. He hesitated and then raised his arms to let her tug it over his head, keeping his eyes steady on her the whole time. His skin was gleaming, almost too painful to look at, to have to memorise. Her fingertips wanted to trace him, etch him onto her own skin. She wanted to touch and taste every part of him, and knowing there wasn't enough time made her heart sing with pain.

‘Evie,' Lucas said in a voice that made her startle. ‘Evie,' he repeated, taking a deep, unsteady breath, ‘are you sure?'

She blew the hair out of her eyes. ‘I might be about to die. You think I want to wait any longer?'

It was the wrong thing to say. His expression instantly darkened, the fire that had been burning in his eyes extinguished at once. His hands fell away from her waist but before he could pull away completely she darted forward and kissed him full on the lips. She felt him resist for half a second, before his hands circled her waist once again. He kissed her back, more insistently this time, forcing all other thoughts out of her mind as the sensations in her body took over. Her skin was fire, pulsing with current, but her mind was empty. She felt light and free as air. It was Lucas who pulled back this time, just an inch, one arm still wrapped tight around her waist, his other hand coming to rest just over her heart.

‘I love you,' he said looking her in the eye. ‘I will always love you.'

‘I know,' Evie answered, looping her arm gently around his neck and pulling him towards her.






     
 

      Chapter 35



She wasn't sleeping. She was lying across him and he was slowly stroking a hand up her spine feeling the trail of goosebumps he was leaving in his wake. Her own fingers were tracing the line of the scar that Caleb's tail had given him across his collarbone and chest. Then with lighter fingertips she started stroking the finer, almost invisible scars across his upper body  –  old wounds from knives, that he'd sustained as a kid, and later, training with Tristan and the others. Evie paused after a time and moved her hand until it was resting just over his heart.

She couldn't know what she was doing to him by just lying here.

But then she was gone, wriggling out of his arms and leaping out of the bed. He tried to stop her, rolling on his side and reaching a hand out to catch her, but she had already run to the window. She stood there, gleaming in the amber glow of the streetlight, her long dark hair trailing in tangled knots down her back.

‘What are you doing?' he asked, sitting bolt upright, his attention on the surroundings, on the outside, focusing his hearing right down and scanning his senses for anything he'd missed. He hadn't picked anything up. Was it possible that Evie was out-sensing him now?

But she turned to him and smiled. ‘The sun's about to come up,' she said. ‘I want to see it.'

He shook his head and smiled. ‘What about sleeping?'

She gave him a rueful, slightly bashful smile, letting her hair fall over her face as she turned to the window once more.

He stood up and pulled on his jeans, noticing Evie swivel away from the window to watch him. He grinned at her and crossed over to where she was standing, pulling on his T-shirt as he went, and then he bent to kiss her bare shoulder. ‘I'm just going to make some coffee,' he said. ‘Get dressed.'

Out in the hallway he leant against the wall and took a deep breath. Flic wasn't back. She'd left over an hour ago. If Issa wanted to be found Flic would have found her by now. And if she didn't want to be found then there was no way in all the realms that Flic would be able to find her. A Sybll was always ten steps ahead. He shouldn't have let Evie and Flic waylay him. That excuse about needing to sleep had been just that  –  an excuse. They hadn't exactly slept. Though, thinking about it, given the choice between sleep and doing what they'd just done, he'd happily forgo sleep for the rest of his life.

The panic that had subsided for the last hour while he'd been otherwise distracted was back now, in full force. Stronger even than before. Every time he took a breath he could feel it catching in his chest, causing another shot of adrenaline to flood his system. He was fighting every instinct in his body as well as the voice in his head, which was currently screaming at him to get Evie, get the hell out of the apartment and run. To where, though, he still didn't know. He knew he should be standing and fighting. He was the one who was causing all this to happen. He was the one challenging fate. Instead of fleeing he should be trying to figure out another way of closing the way through and of stopping this army. But first he needed to get Evie some place safe. Some place far away. He drew in a sharp breath, an idea forming in his mind  –  a house in the middle of nowhere. The house he grew up in. His grandmother's house  –  a million miles from anywhere, nowheresville, Iowa. No one would find her there.






     
 

      Chapter 36



‘What are you doing?' Evie asked, watching Lucas tear through the apartment. She dragged her feet, following him into the kitchen, and stood there, watching him pull out the drawers and start rifling through them.

‘I'm looking for a pen,' he said without looking up. ‘I need to write Flic a note.'

‘Why?'

Lucas was now bent over the counter, a pen in one hand, a scrap of paper in the other. ‘Because we're leaving right now,' he said, ‘before it's too late.'

‘I'm hungry. I want sushi,' Evie announced.

Lucas looked up, pen poised. ‘You want sushi. Right now? At six in the morning?'

She nodded. ‘Yes. Then I want to go back to bed.' She took a nervous step forward, hoping he couldn't hear the way her heart was pounding. ‘With you.'

Lucas put the pen down slowly and turned towards her. His grey eyes were ablaze, the tiny yellow strikes at the centre even more noticeable than usual. ‘Evie,' he said, ‘those sound like the wishes of someone who's only got a day to live.'

‘Why?' she asked, smiling. ‘Does everyone with just one day to live choose to go to bed with you and eat some raw fish?'

His expression darkened, his scowl becoming more pronounced. ‘Evie, why are you talking like this?'

She gave him a weak smile and a half shrug in response. ‘What else is there to do?'

He stared at her, uncomprehending. ‘I should never have let you convince me to bring you here in the first place,' he finally said, swearing under his breath. He returned his attention to the piece of paper in front of him.

She watched him. She was shaking, she realised. Her whole body was shaking. It wasn't enough time. Her eyes skipped to the clock on the wall before darting jealously back to Lucas. It wasn't anywhere near enough time. And she didn't know where to start, which part of him to focus on first.

More than anything she wanted to cross the arm's-length distance between them and fold herself against his chest. But she knew if she touched him she would have second thoughts about what she was about to do. She was having to clamp her lips shut to stop all the words that were just there on the tip of her tongue from tumbling out. All she could do was stand there in silence, staring at the curve of his back as he bent over his note, the hilt of the shadow blade that she'd returned to him visible at his waist. She studied his profile, trying to imprint it onto her memory so she could take it with her.

His head was bowed, shadows falling over the paper as his hand moved furiously across it scrawling the note for Flic. She felt her stomach tighten at the memory of those same hands moving with a similar urgency across her body just a few minutes ago. His forehead was creased into a frown, his dark hair, unkempt as usual, was falling almost into his eyes. His mouth was unsmiling. She wanted to trace her fingers over the curve of his lips and watch a smile break there one more time.

She drew in a massive gulp of air, a shiver running up her spine and around her shoulder blades, spreading to the tips of her fingers. Her head flew up as her hearing funnelled. They were back. She could hear Flic's footsteps tripping lightly, jogging along the hallway outside.

Evie turned back to Lucas, who didn't seem to have picked up on Flic's imminent arrival. Before she could stop herself she had taken a step towards him. She put a hand on his shoulder, feeling the ripple of muscles as he turned. He dropped the pen and took hold of her instantly, his arms circling her waist and drawing her closer. She reached up on tiptoes and kissed him, a sob rising in her chest, sticking in her throat.

With a monumental effort she drew back. ‘Thank you,' she murmured, staring into the darkening grey of his eyes, ‘for everything you've done.'

Lucas cocked his head to one side, frowning. ‘We're still in this together,' he said. ‘I'm not leaving you.'

‘I know. But thank you. I know what you're giving up for me.'

‘Evie  … ' he began, her name a sigh falling from his lips.

She swallowed. ‘I'll never forget it. I love you.'