The car window went up again, Liam was certainly doing his bit to annoy the driver, “Why in the realms
couldn’t we just teleport the whole way, or use the entry in Africa.” She honked the hooter again, fury
torched her eyes to a golden circle of crushed glass. Liam had gotten used to his sister’s driving in the
1900’S.
He was too distracted in keeping them both from being tracked to really bother about the traffic that left
them jammed in the centre of Southampton, London, or so she thought,
in fact…
He was pathetically mooning over Clare. His meeting with Kalbreal hadn’t gone as smoothly as he had
hoped, it left him re-questioning his better judgment. It was a new habit he had grown accustomed to of
late, but he couldn’t get her out of his mind.
Having watched her for months, wanting to meet her, talk to her. Refraining himself from actually doing
it, was the hardest part, but now after Kalbreal had confessed, his gravest concerns proved to be far
worse. Liam knew now, he had no choice but to be close to her, it was the only way she would be
protected. But if he did, was he to hold back, was she really worth it. All this trouble, that he now faced,
solely to protect her. A visioned face of hungry green eyes drowsed as they searched for his, the
permanent curve of her lips opening as he held her at the bayou. A scent of breath captured from her
mouth when she gasped for him, honey mixed with luscious berries, assaulted his senses.
Her bodies response to him was a normal thing. Woman swooned over him, some dug out their eyes,
just looking at his hands. However, it wasn't the case with his Princess, it wasn't one-sided. They were
linked in ways he didn't wish to comprehend just yet. The connection between them like a magnet
made specifically to unite them as one. Once attached, he knew the magnet contained an unyielding
glue, which will bind them for eternity.
But he could repel the magnet, at least for a little while longer, it was those damn breast that haunted
him the most. She liked his touch, even in her innocence, her boldness in keeping his hand there,
under the curve of her perky breast, it awakened something in him with every remembrance. A feeling
that he himself thought would never rise.
His sister yelled him to attention, hitting her hands on his thigh, “Great, now you just ignore me, leave
the window alone.”
“You should have more patience at your age, but it just seems to worsen by the decade, no wonder
Kole call’s you a little vixen.”
She didn’t meet his eyes when he faced her, but her tone was serious, “Kalbreal told me what
happened last night, Clare’s body rejecting Franchesca’s gifts. I knew it was her, the bearer and all,
she’s just so different, so deceptor-ish, you should have told me first.” She turned into a small road,
agitated.
She’d been more snippy recently, but he knew not to pry, his sister was the one woman who didn’t like
to share. He was going to have to dig it out of her slowly.
Liam’s attention focused on the road ahead as they drove in a black BMW 3 series. Not wanting to
draw in too much attention to themselves, “There was nothing to tell, I only confirmed my suspicions
this morning, that’s why we need to get to Asguard, once I’m inside, you’ll have 2 days to get to her and
please don’t frighten her, she’s vulnerable.”
A solemn smile on her lips, “You seriously going to do this? The hero is supposed to rescue the maiden
not send his sister, and ambush his brother into helping.”
Liam sighed, “He probably knows, when have you known him not to dabble.”
“Since he came back, something’s changed, he’s lost. He gets calls from the Da Vinci boy a lot, it
makes it worse.”
“Interesting, I’ll look into it, he’ll be fine. I’ll talk to him as soon as things cool off, I promise.”
They parked off onto a dead end, the road quiet, no one in view. She shifted gears, and drove into the
wall, through the portal he made, and landed a walking distance from the Stonehenge.
It was piles of rocks put together childishly, but an astonishing phenomenon to the deceptors. In actual
fact, it was one of the doorways to Asguard, not that it wasn’t a mutable sight but Liam knew what lay
beyond those doors, and he didn’t like it, not one bit.
London was cold and dry, but he hadn’t minded the weather since his body didn’t respond to cold
weather at all. It was midday and not a glitch of sun greeted the country top.
He wasn't one to admire anything earthly, he thought it a waste of time and admiration, especially for
one who’d seen far beyond the boundaries of the known universe.
They jumped out of the car and walked up the hill covered in grass. His black Italian silk pants showed
as the wind blew his coat open. It also revealed the concealed weapons he carried, mostly two long
swords, fitted neatly in a weapons belt, dangling on the sides of his legs, a precautionary, just in case
things got complicated.
“We could’ve waited a few days.” She muttered, “I really don’t see what the rush is about.”
Jullie fussed and complained most of the time, except when things got really serious, but Liam trusted
his sister and time again she proved her worth and her loyalties more times than he cared to recount.
He confessed, keeping his pace, and long leg strides toward the stones, “She’s becoming Lightwatcher
again, but she has no name, the necklace is supposed to help with that, but now it’s missing, these
Angels are here solely for her, the Tempters won’t be long behind.”
Jullie stopped in her tracks, “That’s impossible, a Lightwatcher with no name, Kalbreal doesn’t even
know that, does he? He believes that she’ll stay deceptor.”
“He doesn't need to. I figured it out a while back, it was confirmed once Kalbreal filled in the blanks. I
need to figure out what the Asguardians know about the Angels and their reason for entering the earth.
I think it has something to do with the killings, they somehow connected as you said. Kalbreal's still
hiding something, I need to know what, he isn’t going to just tell me, this is the only option.”
Jullie nodded, “How long does she have?”
“It’s been weeks, she could have a couple more, it’s hard to say exactly. I’ve never encountered this
particular situation before.”
They reached Stonehenge, without a word, Jullie silenced by the news. She stopped to roll up her
black jeans and straighten the collar of her loose black shirt. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and
her boots now replaced by a nude Jimmy Choo stiletto, she had no make-up on but her skin was still
flawless.
“This is it,” Her Australian accent always reminded him of his mother, he brushed the thought off.
“I’ll be fine, Julliette, they can’t really hurt me, I’ll see you in L.A.”
“PLEASE, Be careful El, if you not back soon I’m coming to get you.”
He rubbed at her chin, his head bent down to see his sister’s small lips curve up. Her light small green
worried eyes wishing he wouldn’t do it, he knew that she hated the idea, “You worry too much, just like
our mother,” he kissed her nose, he never denied his siblings affection.
“Well somebody has to do it especially at the rate you’re carrying on.”
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