Thats sweet. Her voice makes me shiver. Really sweet.
Out of the corner of her eye, something moved and she glanced over to the treatment table.Probably just a shift from the surgical unit hitting a bump.
She refocused on V. When we arrive at Haverss, we need to go with the body to the morgue. I think its important to just—I dont know, I want to see him there safely. On that note, she leaned around her mate. Hey, Qhuinn? Has Saxton gotten back to you—The sound that percolated through the RV was like that of a pneumonia patient gasping for oxygen, the rattling a combination of loose fluid in the lungs and bronchial tubes that were clogged.And then the dead body sat up with the sheet over its face.
Hes alive! she barked as she jumped forward and went to pull the cloth away. Youre awake—Everything went into slow motion: her hand reaching out to the sheet and pulling it back, the cover dropping, the face…the gruesome, distorted face exposed.
And swiveling toward her like that of an owl, the neck vertebrae snapping one by one.
As the dead patient sat up and looked over at his mate, Vishouss brain, great and powerful though it was, took a second or two to catch the fuck up with reality:Tove walked downstairs, and even though Id wanted solitude, I went with him. He proceeded to explain all he knew about auras and what each color meant.
The purpose of an aura still eluded me. Tove said it gave him clarity into another persons character and that persons intentions. Sometimes if the aura was really powerful, he could feel it. Yesterday at the meeting, mine had felt warm, like basking in the summer sun.He stopped at the sitting room and flopped down in a chair by the fireplace. He began peeling the orange and tossing its skin into the unlit hearth. I sat on the couch nearest him and stared out the window.
Autumn was beginning to give way to an early winter, and heavy sleet beat down outside. As it fell against the glass, it sounded like it was raining pennies.How much do you know about the Vittra? I asked.