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Blood Past (Warriors of Ankh #2)(6)
Author: Samantha Young

Cyrus looked somewhat sympathetic. Valeria, on the other hand, showed her age. She had no patience for being questioned, especially by someone much younger. In fact, most of The Circle were impatient when questioned. They had amazing patience when it came to everything else but every single one of them was a know-it-all. Mix that up with centuries of dealing with people and emotions, they were somewhat… desensitized. Yeah, that was it. The Circle definitely weren't the most sensitive Ankh. Cyrus was different, as was Noah's own parents. Noah's dad said Cyrus changed centuries ago when he met Merrit. She softened him, made him remember how to be human again.

They'd loved one another for almost an entire millennium. It was rare for Ankh to find an immortal beloved as Noah's parents had and he couldn't even comprehend how devastating it was for Cyrus to lose Merrit. That's why he understood Cyrus' tight hold on what was left of her.

Eden.

He understood that all too well. Eden had a way of crawling inside; even demolishing the defences of a young Ankh who swore he had no time for friends or a relationship other than the one he had with his parents.

Noah dropped his head, drawing in a deep breath, hating the sense of emptiness he felt from behind him on the queen-sized bed.

“I think I would know if this will work or not, Noah Valois,” Valeria snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. “I was Unforeseen. I did die. I did come back Ankh. Trust me. And if not me, then your Princeps.”

“The process is a rebirth, Noah,” Cyrus tried to explain. “She has to die in order to kill the soul eater inside. The Neith blood keeps the Ankh on the precipice between life and death, until it works its way into her entire system, and finally into her heart. She will be in a lot of pain when her heart starts again. We must watch over her vigilantly until she awakens.” At that precise moment Noah's cell buzzed in his pocket. Sighing, he reached in and flipped it open.

You haven't called. Did you get there safely? Call me immediately. Mom x If he called his mother she'd have him on the phone for ages and he didn't have the time right now. His fingers flew over the buttons.

We got here safely. Can't talk right now. Eden needs me. N

After pressing send he shut the cell off. His parents would have to wait. They were the most important people in his life… but Eden had joined those ranks. And right now, even if she didn't want him there, he was putting her first.

Noah dragged October's computer chair over to the bedside and pressed his fingers to Eden's cold, dead hand. A shudder of fear ran through him and he refused to look up at his superiors in case they saw the emotion the Ankh tried desperately to hide from one another.

“Noah, I will sit with her,” Valeria said, taking a few steps towards him.

He shook his head. “No, it's fine.”

“I am not asking-” she was cut off as Cyrus wrapped a hand around her upper arm, drawing her back.

“Leave him,” he instructed softly.

Chancing discovery, Noah met his Princeps eyes.

Cyrus knew.

A deep sigh opened up inside him and he felt his cheeks flush even though he knew they remained the exact same colour on the outside. There may be no visible sign of embarrassment on his face but he was  embarrassed. He felt like an eighteen year old boy who'd just been caught declaring mushy love to a girl in front of his hero, the coolest guy at school.

Cyrus didn't look disapproving, however. He was calm. Understanding. He drew Valeria away and out of the room, closing the door softly behind them, leaving Noah and Eden alone.

Noah's eyes wandered over her face. He cursed under his breath. He couldn't wait for the change to happen. Seeing her like this…

That pang sliced through his chest again.

It occurred to him as he sat there watching and waiting for signs of life, that Cyrus had left Noah alone with the one thing the Princeps held most precious. And he knew how Noah felt about her.

He gave a huff of morbid laughter and sat back.

Cyrus of Persepolis liked and respected him.

If only he could get his adopted daughter to do the same once she was reborn.

Chapter Five

New Eyes

The pain was excruciating, as if someone had cut into her chest, ripped her rib cage open, and was having difficulty tearing her heart out. Her entire body was lit with the agony, each nerve ending burning and lighting her very flesh with the flame. Sounds - inhuman, animal sounds - echoed all around her, and she begged, begged for it to stop. And then she realised… the sounds were coming from her. Hollowed shrieking. An outlet for the unbearable hurt that had taken her body captive.

Eventually the burning began to throb into a manageable pain and she unclenched her hands and stopped writhing, drawing in huge gulps of air as slowly but surely a soothing balm spread through her, like a breeze blowing in from nowhere on an unbearably hot day. Her breathing slowed and she calmed, barely aware of the relieved tears that leaked out from her closed eyes and slid down her cheeks. She heard whispering but couldn't make out the words.

Panic abruptly seized her.

Who am I?

She frowned into the dark of her mind, searching, searching; desperately seeking.

Who am I?

Where am I?

“Eden…” a soft voice whispered into the air around her.

Eden? Eden…

And then it all came flooding back with the impact of a massive tidal wave, rushing over her and pulling her under. She lost her breath as she remembered Ryan and Celine and Teagan. Stellan. A sharp pain sliced through her chest. Stellan. She'd lost Stellan. No. She didn't want to relive that.

Grief gripped her nonetheless.

Noah. Beautiful Noah who had only pretended. More pain. Why did it feel like so much more. So much deeper.

“Eden?”

That voice. Cyrus. Cyrus! Her anchor. She had Cyrus. Her body calmed at the thought of him, at the thought of the man who would take care of everything. Hadn't he already? What had he done?

Blood. Mhairi. Yes, Mhairi. Mhairi's blood.

Soul eater.

She gasped. There was nothing. She searched deep inside herself, looking for the monster, for the hunger. It was gone.

The hunger was gone!

An intense, painful restlessness burst through her, like blood vessels popping one by one. The hunger was gone but in its place was something new.

Something unexplainable but true.

Something deep and knowing and unbreakable.

Something that felt like… destiny.

She had a destiny now. Her heart began to race as her mind grasped what her soul (her soul, her pure, pure soul that felt light and manageable) was telling her. She had a duty. To protect. To fight.

To hunt. Yes. She was a hunter. Her skin tingled.

I am Ankh.

With that knowledge, a kind of peace settled around her.

The war inside her was over.

*

Another tear escaped, and she felt the brush of a soft finger on her cheek.

“Eden? Can you open your eyes?”

Noah?

“Noah?” She croaked, her throat feeling dry and unused.

“Yes. You're safe. You're OK. Try opening your eyes.”

Easier said than done. Her eyes felt as though they had been glued shut. Tentatively, Eden tried, forcing the lids to rise. The light slid inside, blinding her, hurting her, and she made a soft noise, slamming them shut again.

“Eden.”

“Cyrus?”

“Yes. I am here. So is Valeria. Open your eyes, Eden. Open.” At the sound of his voice Eden smiled inside. She remembered how much she had wanted to trust this man before her transition to Ankh, how her paranoia held her back. That was gone now. There was only the connection to her Princeps and the utmost belief in his sincerity and the promise of safety in his very existence. Relaxing the trembling muscles in her body, Eden cracked her eyes open, letting them water as they adjusted to the light. At last she could make out the room she was in.

Lemon yellow walls, posters and photographs. Robert Pattinson. Wait. What?

A face swung above her drawing her focus away from the many images of the actor on the walls.

Pale violet eyes gazed down at her from a strong face. Beautiful eyes, bewitching even. Strong jaw.

Olive skin. A full lower lip that begged to be kissed. Eden felt a shudder in her chest as her brain caught up with her vision.

Noah.

His eyes were wide on her, his smile tentative. “Eden… Eden your eyes…” She lifted a hand to her face, but it felt heavy and limp. She let it flop back down again. “My eyes…?”

He smiled wider now, the left side of his mouth kicking up higher than the right. “Your eye colour… it's changed.”

The breath whooshed out of her body. “What… colour?”

And then Cyrus and Valeria were there too. Val reached for her hand and squeezed. Cyrus stood back and she frowned. He seemed a little sad. “Blue-green,” her guardian replied. “Your eyes are blue-green… like your mother's.”

***

The mirror hung above the bathroom sink, a magnet for her eyes. Eden squinted them and then widened them, turning her face this way and that, but never looking away from the reflection of her

‘new' eyes.

Those aren't my eyes.

Eden huffed for the seventh time and leaned in closer so that her nose touched the cool surface of the mirror. It was weird not seeing the unusual pale grey of her soul eater eyes. When they were grey her dark lashes had made them even more striking. Her lashes didn't look so dark now in contrast to the new colour. Her mother's colour.

They are pretty, she mused, cataloguing the cerulean blue with the gold and green striations.

They're normal. Eden decided they made her look completely different. But it wasn't just the colour.

That hard glimmer was gone. The hungry, feral glint that had made people wary of her had disappeared. She curled her lip. Unfortunately she detected a vulnerability in them now, an uncertainty… and… grief. Her grief for Stellan was now etched into them, straining the corners, and tilting the edges of her mouth. She looked so… human. Eden sighed. Her body didn't feel human though. If it was possible, she now felt stronger than she ever had before. Cyrus and Valeria had made her lie in bed for 24 hours after the change. It was infuriating and frustrating because all Eden wanted to do was stretch her new limbs and give them a try. She was restless for the training Cyrus had promised her; for the info on the soul eaters; for the first taste of a kill.

“They are your eyes, Eden,” an amused voice said from behind her, surprising her and causing her to smack her nose off of the mirror. She muttered a curse and leaned back from the mirror so she could see Noah at her back in the reflection. She glared at him. “Still not talking to me, huh?” Eden snorted humourlessly. “What? Did you think I'd wake up and just forget the last six months of your lying and pretending?”

He scowled back at her and she watched warily as he took the few steps forward he needed to be pressed against her back. She stiffened, feeling the heat of him through her shirt and jeans. He stood a few inches above her, the warmth of his breath tickling her neck sending unwanted goosebumps across her skin and a shiver down her back. “I take it they told you, you died?” She wanted to scream at him to back up away from her, to give her room to breathe. But if she did that, he'd know his nearness still affected her. “Yes.” She thrust her chin out defiantly. The fact that Cyrus had kept that little fact from her hadn't bothered her nearly as much as she thought it would.

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