Dakshana’s feet hit solid ground and her knees buckled. She swayed and pitched forward, arms flailing for balance, but the ground rushed toward her, and then --
And then there were arms around her waist again, pulling her up, steadying her against a man’s chest. Warm. Solid. With a heartbeat fluttering like a frightened bird.
“Careful,” Chadstone said, and his voice was wrong, all softness, no mocking.
Dakshana leaned against him, dazed from the sudden mishap of equilibrium, and wondered at the sensation of his beating heart. Mortals had hearts, not shadows.
Then she noticed the pulsing crystal at his throat.
2 comments:
Did he give up immortality? And if so, wouldn't the other ancients kill him? He is after all, their creation...
Shadows cannot, in fact, give up their immortality, because they are not human and cannot become what they inherently are not; it's not the same as an immortal human becoming a mere mortal. As for the creation problem...they are all creations of each other.
Post a Comment