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if we are blind

Runecaster shook his head as he listened to the deiva nobles. He couldn’t believe that they could be so close-minded. “Blind,” he mumbled.

His companion gave him a tight smile. “People seldom see what they don’t wish to believe,” he said. His pale blue eyes seemed to focus on the horizon as he added, “No matter how clear the signs are, they refuse to see them until it’s too late or can’t be denied any further.”

“What do we do?” Runecaster said, shaking his head. “How can we make them see the truth?”

“Can’t,” he said, shrugging. “That’s just how it is. If you’re too blind to see the obvious, can’t nothing make you see it. You gotta find it for yourself.”

The bloody smear of success

Runecaster had always viewed Sophie as a sweet, gentle woman. However, he’d also never seen her forced into a fight and he’d never known her to lose her temper. So, when the time came – when they finally found their son and the people who had taken him… When those people refused to return their little one without a fight… He saw a side of he gentle dove that shocked and amazed him.

She was a gryphon and, at her heart, she was both a gentle dove and a lioness. Today, he had seen the lioness, forced to fight for her child. She was successful and now, as she sat in the snow, cradling their child, she had returned to being his gentle dove.

He glanced over at where the fighting had occurred. The snow was dented and broken. It was stained red with the blood of those who had dared to waken the lioness. “I’m glad I’m on your side,” he said, as he knelt beside Sophie. A faint smile touched his lips and he said, “I think it’s time that we went home.”

Sophie nodded and stood, still holding their son close. “Past time,” she said, her voice soft. She watched as Runecaster opened a portal. Then, she looped her arm in his and they stepped through together.

the dream picture pinches its own arm

Loki watched Sophie run to the man with an empty smile on his lips. He’d known, when he first met her, that she wasn’t his – that she could never be his. She had a mate and a small child. What was he? He was an undersized etin living with people who’d adopted him into their family. He had nothing to offer her and this man… he had her heart.

“Wake up, Loki,” he mumbled to himself. “It was just… a silly dream.” He sighed softly and then frowned faintly as Runecaster drew Sophie inside. She glanced back at him. Her brows drew together in the center of her forehead and she set a hand against her abdomen.

Loki blinked at the gesture. It could mean many things, but one possability immediately sprang to mind. Was that even possible? He supposed it might be, but… he shook himself and then smiled at Sophie. Even if she were carrying his child, she was the mate of Matthias Runecaster. As he lowered his chin, Sophie turned away. A moment later, she had disappeared inside.

The heavens still keep their secrets

“Everyone’s got secrets,” Loki said, looking intently at Sophie. He looked up at the stars that twinkled overhead. “I know most of the secrets around here.”

Sophie chuckled and nodded. She could believe that. Taking his hand, she said, “You certainly know all of mine.” Frowning, she asked, “Whose secrets are hidden from you?” She didn’t know why she was curious about it, but she was. Who could keep anything hidden from Loki, who seemed to know everything?

“The heavens,” he said, looking up at the stars. “All those stars are like our sun, but… many of them have people – like us or completely foreign – looking up at their night sky and wondering, ‘Is there anyone out there?’” Loki laughed and shook his head. “Seriously, now, Baldr’s got more secrets than I care to know.”

“Let them keep their secrets, then,” Sophie said, her voice soft. Then she turned to slip back inside. “You can keep mine.”

“And you mine, Lady Sophie,” Loki replied, trailing behind her.

Love and fear in a house

Sophie waited until Paul had gone, then she looked up at Runecaster. “What am I going to do?” she breathed. Tears welled in her eyes and she shook her head.

Sighing, Runecaster wrapped her in an embrace. “Don’t fret, my dove,” he said. “I’m not leaving you to face this alone. I will not let him hurt you.”

While he held his mate, Runecaster’s mind whirled. There were a few options, but the only acceptable one was to escape. If they could get away, then she would be safe. There was no other way.

I could be all that you want and more

Runecaster looked at Sophie. She was lovely and sweet. He couldn’t understand why she was frightened of him. She’d been through much, but he’d never harmed her in any way.

“What can I do to help?” he asked.

She flinched and looked up at him. “What – what do you mean?” she whispered.

Runecaster dropped to his knees and took her hands in his. “I give you my word that I will never harm you, Sophie,” he said. “That no one will ever be permitted to harm you. I… want to love and care for you. I don’t want to be your master. Not when I could be so much more!”

Memiors of an amnesiac

Silas stared down at the book in his hands for a moment. Then he looked up at his former captain. “You really don’t remember doing the things described here?” he said, frowning.

Runecaster shrugged and shook his head. “My life before Sophie is a blur,” he admitted. He smiled and his eyes got a somewhat vacant look to them, as if he were looking off at the distant horizon. “She brought light and happiness into my life. Before her, nothing I did really mattered.”

Nodding, Silas looked down at the book once more. It was a journal, but he noticed now that it held bare facts. It described battles – what people did and how Runecaster reacted, but not how he felt. “I guess that makes sense,” he said, his voice soft, “in a… strange way.”

She got a buttermilk smile and a thorny touch

Sophie stopped short as a form blocked her path. Her brows furrowed and then she looked up – way up – into the face of the man who’d stepped in front of her. She gave him a weak smile. “Excuse me,” she said.

“Aw,” he said, setting a hand on her shoulder, “why don’t you come sit with me, sweetie. I’ll show you a good time.” He leaned down to kiss her and Sophie could smell stale beer on his breath.

Her nose wrinkled, but her smile didn’t flinch. “No, thank you,” she said, shoving him away with surprising force. As he stumbled back, she nodded and swept through the doorway, into the common room, rolling her eyes.

“Are you all right, my dove?” a soft voice said, near her ear.

Sophie shook her head in frustration. “What’s with these people?” she groused. “You’d think they’d never seen a pretty girl before.” She glanced over her shoulder at her mate. “We have better things to do that play games with them.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Runecaster said, giving her a sunny smile. He glanced over one shoulder and chuckled. “Looks like Romeo has come back for more, however.”

Sighing, Sophie spun back to face the drunk who had accosted her. Giving him the same cold smile, she said, “Do you have trouble with the word ‘no’, sir? I could put it another way, if the concept is too difficult for you to grasp.”

He stopped. “You’d rather be with this guy that me?” he said, waving at Runecaster. “What happened to his face? Look at him! You desearve better.”

Sophie laughed, drawing the attention of everyone in the tavern. Waving at her mate, she said, “He got that scar protecting me. You, sir, are a boor. I’d soon kiss a swine than you.” Then she spun away and took a seat at a table in the corner by the fireplace.

Several people in the room laughed and teased the man she’d yelled at. Runecaster sat down beside her, a bemused smile on his face. “Remind me never to cross you, my dove,” he said, taking her hand. “Your words cut like knives to the heart.”

“I try to protect my own,” Sophie said, her voice soft. Then she leaned forward and kissed his scarred cheek.

Desire was born early, as was regret

Sophie blinked rapidly and looked down at the human form she’d been given for this journey. It wasn’t so different from her normal body. There were a couple things, outwardly, that she noticed. However, they weren’t important.

She turned to Runecaster and rolled her eyes. “Stop it,” she said, snatching up the undergarments she had set aside for this moment.

“I can’t admire you, now?” Runecaster said, sounding vaguely dissappointed.

Sophie shook her head and then smoothed the fabric of the shift over her body. As she lifted the gown, she said, “We have more important things to focus on, Rune. Our son…” she trailed off and tears filled her eyes.

Runecaster wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “I’m sorry, my dove,” he murmured. “I’ll focus on the task at hand, you have my word on it. I promise you: we’ll find Malachi. Wherever in this world they’ve taken him, we’ll find him.”

The art of losing isn’t hard to master

Silas backed away from the other soldier quickly. His sword lay beyond his opponant. There was no way to retreive it. He gasped as he heard several cries of pain from his companions.

A glanced around showed them vanishing in showers of light as they fell. Their opponants moved in on him, joining the first enemy. He swallowed thickly. There was no way he could win, not against these odds.

Holding up his hands in surrender, Silas shook his head. “Don’t kill me,” he whispered. He shivered as he remembered something his captain had said before they’d gone out on patrol. People lost everyday, but the world went on. Even if he died, others would fight on. Even if he lost, others would pick up the fight. That didn’t make losing any easier, though.