Dark Love

B2P38

It felt a lot like running. Her satchel slung over her shoulders making her way across town to her usual destination. She carried no potions or spelling with her instead the satchel held all of Nick's worldly goods, at least those he'd taken along with him to the Academy.

It had been painful rifling through his things. Searching out things that could be of use and others to be discarded. It felt a lot like her invading his privacy. No matter how dead he was to the world, he was still too alive for her to no want to respect his privacy. But delaying the inevitable only brought on more pain. Procastination being the root of all evil and all.

Her steps were as heavy as her heart  the all but dragged against the pavement. She hadn't lingered behind waiting for Cade to come on her calling. She'd been too wrought by the sudden need to take Nick's belongings, all of his belongings on to his friends. She would not be keeping any of it. Not even the money.

She'd failed him that night. Fighting beside him, she'd failed to take care of him. To protect him as he deserved. Or he would have been there right now. Beside her. Handling his own belongings.

A creek from behind had her suddenly spinning around ready to confront whatever lurked around the corner ready to take her down. But the streets were devoid of threats. At least none she could see. It was early yet for the real threats to emerge.

Her gaze shot up to brightly lit skies. Such blue. Such clear skies with Mary a cloud insight. It was the complete inverse to her own cloudy perspective on life. She'd like to think it was the trauma of recent events that made it so, but had she ever had such clarify as was before her? She didn't think so.

Turning back she moved on, passing by other harmless pedestrian, vehicles moving along at an unhurried pace. Life went on as normal for a lot of people. Too many people. Too many never even knew Nick existed at one point and was gone in the other.

Her boot clad feet took her past a bakery of all things and the smell of cinnamon brought tears to her eyes. She was a pathetic watering mess. What was Cade thinking asking her to be Luna? That was just crazy talk? Was he going out of his mind too? Did the mating bond affect mates that way?

Shrugging off that ridiculous thought process, Saera rounded the corner that would take to the illicit night market. The streets were empty in the daytime. The stalls closed up and litter covering the floor. It all looked so deary in the light of day. Where as it was almost magical by night.

She made her way down to the abandoned warehouse that Nick and his team had occupied. She wasn't sure if everyone would be there at this hour, but the place was never left unattended. There would be someone around. At least there always had been. Now, she wasn't so sure.

Her silent footsteps took her on down the quiet street.