Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 27Part 27
The more I think about it, the more curious I am about that off-hand remark he made about my aura.
"Actually," the writer said, smiling sheepishly while he rubbed the back of his head. "It's been kind of nagging me since you said it, but what exactly did you mean when you said my aura was pretty freaky?"
Scott grimaced, but waited for everyone to gather at the table before he answered. "Uh, yeah, freaky is the only way to describe it: you don't have one. To be honest, it's one of the reasons I keep hounding you: I've been waiting to see if one would pop up."
"Auras don't typically work that way," Alton told him, still standing so he could carve the turkey. "Even powerful entities who are aware of their auras, like us angels, are hard pressed to deliberately suppress them, or even accidentally suppress them." He raised an eyebrow. "Suppressing someone else's aura is easier, but you'd still read something."
"There are exceptions," Gabriel
Echoes - Episode 2: Heads Will Roll
Episode 2: Heads Will Roll
"I wonder what's taking Alistair so long."
Lina picked at the feathers in her hat while she watched the last of the patrons leave the bar for the night. "It's not like him to stay out on his runs so long."
"Maybe he went further downtown," Parker suggested, standing by the door, ready to lock it. He eyed Snow and Guy, still sitting at the bar. "We're closed, you know."
"I know," Snow snipped back, but she didn't leave her seat. "I'm just thinking. I didn't get a chance to find a place to stay before I got here."
"Well the inn's full," Lina drawled, rolling her eyes. "We don't have extra rooms here, not unless it's an emergency." She leaned against the bar. "There are plenty of abandoned apartments nearby though. Easy to fortify, if you're scared of the monsters."
The wizard shot her a glare. "I'm not scared."
"Of course you aren't, sweetie," Parker teased with a devious grin. "You're White Council!"
Lina snorted, but didn't hide her smirk when Snow ree
Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 26Part 26
Sweet Jesus, what have I done to him?
Nathan was quiet, his forehead throbbing from how tightly his brows were knotted. He waited a moment while Scott cried, then leaned forward between the front seats so he could look at him directly. "Hey." He waited for his coworker to look up. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. I... didn't realize just how bad it was for you..."
But Scott shook his head. "No," he said, calming some, wiping his eyes again on his sleeve. "No, it's alright. It probably would've been worse if kept in in." He still shook. "Just... if Enya asks, can you explain? I don't want to have try and tell it to her. I don't think I can."
Nathan nodded solemnly. "Okay." He drew a deep breath. "Why don't we go inside? Maybe we can get something for your wrists, at least."
There was another moment of silence between them, but they soon left the car and walked inside the bookshop. Scott stayed behind Nathan, looking at the ground, and the writer had to slow his