The pert blonde beamed at me in her pretty white slacks and yellow top as if she were a fresh spring flower. She quickly rushed across the short distance that separated us and captured me in a tight hug that didn’t seem to end until I finally patted her on the back a couple times. When she pulled back, she grasped both of my hands in hers and released a heavy sigh.
“Oh, it is so good to see you again!” she crowed. “After all that mess at Machu Picchu and the stories I heard about what actually happened at the ruins, it just gives me nightmares. But you and Danaus made it out safely and that’s all that matters. And you look fabulous! Well, of course you look fabulous. You’re a nightwalker. Have you ever seen a nightwalker that didn’t look fabulous? But really, you look just great after everything you have been through.”
“Shelly, would like to come in and sit down?” Danaus inquired when she finally seemed to take a breath.
“Yes, that would be wonderful!” she said, giving my hands one final squeeze before releasing me. She preceded Danaus and me into the parlor, giving me a chance to throw the hunter a dark look behind her back.
I hadn’t seen Shelly since we’d left her at the resort at the foot of the Machu Picchu ruins months ago. Danaus had initially contacted her when I expressed an interest in trying to learn how to use earth magic, since Shelly was an earth witch. Unfortunately, it seemed that being a nightwalker was effectively stunting any hopes I might have of becoming a great user of earth magic. However, she had been key in protecting the nightwalkers during the day from the naturi that had surrounded us. She had also been instrumental in keeping a close watch on Cynnia when Danaus and I were otherwise preoccupied with staying alive.
After Machu Picchu, I heard that Shelly returned to her home in Charleston and possibly traveled a little farther north in search of fresh, welcoming earth to recharge, following the violence and bloodshed that washed over the peaceful Peruvian mountain.
In truth, I expected never to hear from her again. She and I were as opposite as two people could be. She was an eternal optimistic who saw only the good in people she encountered. She was a powerful witch in her own right and yet struggled to use her powers against anyone else, even if they were aiming to harm her or those she was sworn to protect. I had no doubt she fully believed in the creed that many magic users initially swore by: “Do no harm.” Unfortunately, as I learned the hard way, the more powerful a magic user became, the easier it was for them to forget that little promise.
Shelly perched on the edge of one of the chairs, as if her excitement threatened to send her back to her feet again in a fit of joy. I chose the corner of the sofa farthest from her, while Danaus chose the other end of the sofa, directly across from her. But then, I think he was confident that she was there to visit me and not him, which would mean he would be able to beat a hasty and obvious retreat.
“I ran into Knox a few days ago,” she started as soon as we were all seated. She shifted so she was fully facing Danaus, and the hunter slid back in his seat, suddenly looking extremely uncomfortable. It was all I could do not to laugh out loud. “He told me that you’ve left Themis and you’re now staying permanently in Savannah. That’s wonderful!”
“Thank you,” he said in a low, gruff voice. His eyes shifted to me for a second, as if seeking help, but I only grinned at him.
“Knox also mentioned that you’re working at the Dark Room. That has got to be a strange switch for you. I mean, one minute you’re hunting down nightwalkers and now you’re serving them drinks. How did you make such a switch?”
“I look at it as he’s keeping the peace,” I smoothly interjected before Danaus could take a breath to answer. I worried that this was still a sore subject with the hunter after spending so many centuries hunting nightwalkers; that his new position at the Dark Room chafed more than he was willing to reveal to me. “That has always been Danaus’s job, to keep the peace. He did just that for Themis for centuries, and now he is helping to maintain the peace in one of the most dangerous places in all of Savannah.”
That seems a bit of a stretch, Danaus silently said. She’s more correct. I serve drinks instead of removing heads now.
The Dark Room is a safer place for both nightwalkers and humans now because of you.
That might be true, but you’re stretching the truth, he pressed, but I could feel the underlying laughter in his mind, which only made me long to lean across the sofa and press a long kiss to his full lips. For now, the hunter was happy in his new life with me and Savannah. I planned to bask in that happiness for as long as it lasted. In time, I knew he would grow restless again and keeping the peace at the Dark Room wouldn’t be enough for him. But considering his long life, I was hoping he would at least stick around for a few decades before the boredom kicked in.
“Is the Dark Room really that dangerous?” she asked in awe-filled tones. “I mean, I don’t know a lot of nightwalkers. Just you and Tristan, which I am really, really sorry to hear about. I don’t know what happened—”
“We don’t discuss it,” I said sharply, slashing cruelly through her apology.
“I am sorry, Mira,” she continued after a tense moment of silence. “He was a wonderful person. Tristan, and you, and Knox, are the only nightwalkers I really know, and I never saw you as all that dangerous. I didn’t know that the Dark Room was such a scary place. I guess it is a lucky thing that Danaus is there now.”
“Shelly, what brought you to Savannah?” I suddenly demanded, causing Danaus to wince as I cut straight to the heart of the matter. The mere mention of Tristan’s name had dissolved the last of my patience. Now was not the time to give the little earth witch a lesson in exactly how dangerous nightwalkers could be. She had seen the violence with her own eyes, and yet it seemed she had chosen to whitewash the memory so that nightwalkers didn’t come out looking half as scary as we truly were. Of course, if she was willing to face the fact that she was sitting with one of the most dangerous nightwalkers in all the world, I truly doubted that she would have come on this little visit alone. On the other hand, she had been smart enough to pick a night that Danaus was free from his duties at the Dark Room. She could have been counting on the hunter acting as a buffer, as he always did.
“I’m actually here on someone else’s behalf,” she admitted slowly. Leaning forward, she placed her elbows on her legs and twisted her fingers together as if knotting them in her growing anxiety. It was one of the few times I saw a frown cross her small, bowlike lips. Her long blond hair fell forward, framing her heart-shaped face, accenting the flush to her cheeks, which I hadn’t noticed there a moment ago. In the silence of the room, I could hear her heart pounding in her chest.
“Who?”
“We need your help, Mira,” Shelly evaded, raising her wide eyes to me as to somehow weaken my will.
“Who?” I repeated, my voice growing harder and colder. A knot twisted in my stomach the more anxious that she became.
“Cynnia would—”
“No, absolutely not!” I said, coming out of my seat. I paced to the far end of the room, shaking my head while clenching my teeth. I wanted absolutely nothing to do with that renegade princess. Sure, I admired her for the gutsy way she used me as protection against both nightwalkers and her own kind. But that admiration only stretched so far. Trouble followed that naturi no matter where she went. And after the rough several months I’d spent fighting against and with Danaus, I thought we both deserved a little peace and quiet. Cynnia would not allow such a thing.
“Please, Mira. She only wants to talk to you,” Shelly said, rising to her feet as well when I paced back toward the sofa.