Twilight Vendetta
“He hadn’t taught her how to guard her thoughts, though he knew she’d been experimenting with ways to do that on her own, and having some degree of success. But she hadn’t mastered blocking. Yet. And while lingering in the mind of another without their consent, or even their knowledge, was considered the height of bad manners among his kind, he couldn’t seem to help himself with her.
Basking in her essence was a balm to him.
And so he was with her in that room, even though she thought he wasn’t, and even though he was physically outside the house. The night enchanted him as it always had. The birds who came awake in the evening were an entirely different group from their diurnal counterparts. Their songs were mournful and haunting. The air tasted different at night, cool and moist, not burned dry by the daytime sun nor altered by its rays. The nighttime air was pure, and he enjoyed taking great deep breaths of it just for its taste and the slight buzz it brought to his brain.
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