Blood Past

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.

She knew he had done what he thought was best for her, and truthfully, she might have died anyway if he hadn’t procured the cure. Scratch that. She would have died. OK, so yeah it was a little creepy that she’d died and come back. But hello! She’d died and come back a super kick ass warrior. Eden wasn’t going to argue with that.

Her answer bothered Noah. She watched his jaw clench and his pale violet eyes darken as they scoured her face. “And you’re not bothered that they kept that from you?”

“They did what they had to.”

He shook his head, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Eden had always thought of Noah as a pretty easy- going guy, but sometimes he got this look on his face that made you want to run for the hills.

With that scary look Noah stretched his arms out to lean his hands on either side of the sink, caging her in. To her chagrin, her heart began racing and pounding, that citrusy scent of his that used to drive her hunger wild, surrounded her and…

Oh my God.

She tried to breathe as the new sensations crept over her. Without the hunger begging for Noah’s soul, Eden’s body stretched out in freedom, eagerly reacting to what it wanted. And it had always wanted Noah. The hunger had always overpowered desire before now, so the shock of its full intensity made her grit her teeth and lower her eyes. How could she want someone she wanted to kill on a daily basis?!

“So let me get this straight,” Noah growled in her ear, making her shudder. “You will forgive Cyrus and Valeria for withholding the very important detail of your inevitable death but you won’t forgive me for following orders that Cyrus gave me?” His words helped diminish the strange fluttering in her lower belly his nearness had infuriatingly produced. Eden glanced up into the mirror, catching his exotic gaze in her own very new one. For months she had believed him to be her greatest friend. For months. He destroyed her faith.

When she spoke, her voice was surprisingly calm and toneless. This was another part of being an Ankh she enjoyed. All that seething rage was gone. Well some of it was gone. That which was left she could now manage and control in a way she hadn’t been capable of before. “Cyrus didn’t make me believe in a friendship that never existed. You went above and beyond your assignment, Noah, you know you did. You drew me in. And it was all pretend, all a lie. And worse… you were the only one who knew how I felt about Stellan… and you let that girl kill him.” Perhaps it was the lack of expression in her voice or perhaps just the words, but Noah seemed to feel those cold words all the way down to his feet, causing Eden to pause momentarily. His expression tightened and he stepped back from her, careful not to touch her. “It wasn’t pretend. And I had everyone under orders not to kill Stellan. I am truly sorry for what happened to him, Eden.”

“How can you be? He was a soul eater.”

“He was your brother. And I didn’t want you hurt. You can believe that or not, but we are going to be working with each other and you are going to have to start trusting me.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you, Eden.”

Their gazes caught as Eden’s heart jumped at his apology. It was the first time he’d admitted any real wrongdoing and remorse. She didn’t say anything, and the longer the silence grew the more she was sure he could hear her heart thudding against the natural acoustics of the bathroom. A strange heat and tension built within the small confines of the room and she remembered a night that seemed a part of another life, when he had stood in a stranger’s kitchen, looking at her as if he had never seen her before.

Had that been real?

Was this?

Did it matter?

She sighed and lowered her eyes, breaking the tension. “I’m not ready to forgive.” He sighed heavily and turned, reaching for the door handle. “I’m not going anywhere. Take all the time you need. We’ve got eternity remember.”

Chapter Six. All These Things that I’ve Done

Tears streamed down Eden’s face and she curled into October’s duvet, rocking back and forth, stuffing the fabric into her mouth to silence her screams. How could it have been possible that only three hours ago she’d been fine? She had stood in that bathroom, confused and wary of Noah, but strong and ready to begin her new life. But as soon as she’d stepped inside the bedroom to run a brush through her hair, to ready herself for dinner with Cyrus and the Douglas’, this wall of memories crumbled in around her, each brick a hit of guilt for what she’d