After all the preparations, Nicholai’s warriors stand on the threshold of warfare, the demons entering the realm in battalions and the world unknowingly depending on the army’s success to continue intact. But the battle is only the beginning of deadly struggles, and the soldiers will soon realize how little they know, how many things are at stake, and how much they have to lose.
Love, hate, hope, despair, anguish, joy… The journey is a gauntlet of emotion and combat, threatening their resolve as much as their lives.
Will their training and ties be enough, or will the complications and the forthcoming evil forever cripple the world’s last hope of survival?
AJ sensed him there, standing
wordlessly some feet in the distance, just like she always recognized
his presence when he lingered near. She absorbed the comfort and
happiness he brought her – not that she’d admit that out loud –
before sighing and speaking. “It’s called making a bed, Julius.
It’s pretty commonplace.”
He didn’t push away from the
doorframe, instead leaning further against it while he continued to
observe her. “Sweetheart, nothing’s commonplace when you do it.”
Hearing the grin and affection in
his voice, she smiled, peeking at him over her shoulder. “Is that a
compliment or an insult?”
He gazed upward to stare at the
ceiling with a thoughtful expression, then returned his attention to
her, his shrug carefree. “Both.”
She smirked. “Sweet talker.”
“Odd ball.” He finally moved
from the threshold, unhurriedly advancing toward her. “You know,
most people make their beds in the morning. Not ten o’clock at
night.”
She snorted. “Yeah. I’m gonna
make my bed as soon as I roll out of it at six AM. I wouldn’t be
making it now if I didn’t have to wrestle the sheet back on
four times a night.” Finally setting her pillow in its position,
she turned to him with an unashamed grin.
He chuckled, his adoration plain,
and brushed a lock of hair from her face. “You’re one of a kind,
you know that?”
“Compliment or insult?” she
teased again.
“Compliment.” He smiled,
cupping her cheek. “Definitely a compliment.”
“Sweet talker,” she repeated,
standing on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. Wrapping her
arms around his neck, his circling her waist, she dove into the
moment, reveling in the wonderful sensations only Julius incited.
Safety. Warmth. Passion. So many more she couldn’t quite put a name
to, the combination too heady and consuming to adequately decipher.
It was simply a Julius effect, and its wonder had no equal in her
life. Gradually breaking away, she knowingly lifted an eyebrow. “You
didn’t come here just to make fun of me over my bed-making habits.”
“Maybe I came up here just to
kiss you.”
“If that were the case, dear
Julius, you wouldn’t have waited until I kissed you.”
Narrowing his eyes, he barely
restrained his smirk at her forwardness and how well she’d grown to
understand him in their time together. “You have a point.” He
stepped back from her embrace, grasping her hand in his. “Come on.
We have a mission.”
“A mission?” Her brow
furrowed, though she made no move to retrieve her palm from his,
following him in confusion as he neared the hallway. “At ten
o’clock at night?”
“I believe we already covered
the time in this conversation, AJ.” He made a clucking noise with
his tongue, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “You really
need to keep up with matters a bit more.”
She glared at the back of his
head, lips thinning despite her vexing boyfriend’s inability to see
her from his location. Realizing the futility of her frustrated
efforts, she clenched the fingers he clutched, smiling in
accomplishment at his grunt of discomfort. “Yeah, we covered it,
but in household chore way. Not in a mission way. What could we
possibly have to do this late at night?”
He sent her an amused glance –
one she deemed condescending, particularly after the physical hint of
her annoyance – while tugging her through the doorway. “You do
realize it isn’t ten o’clock everywhere, right?”
“Of course I realize that! I’m
not a moron!”
“I never said you were…”
She growled, steeling her feet
against the floor and prying her hand from his. “You didn’t have
to. Your little grin said it all for you.”
His stare revealed sincere
bewilderment – maybe a speck of frustration as well – and his arm
dropped to his side. “So let me get this straight. You’re angry
at me… because I smiled at you?”
Her eyes widened in fury, one
finger raising to point at his chest while her left fist braced
against her hip. “Don’t try to turn this around like I’m
crazy!”
He scrunched his forehead, gaze
traveling up and down her form while he held his hands out, as if
silently offering his evidence.
She groaned, unhappy, turning
away from him to rein in her irritation. For several seconds, she
simply scanned her room, livid exhale after livid exhale falling from
her lips, but the attempts did little to calm her turmoil, Julius
actually flinching when her focus again landed on him. “It’s the
grin you used. It’s the same one that was on your face when you
drove into New Mexico, and I was surprised the facility was stationed
here. Like I’m the dumbest person in the world and your number one
source of entertainment.”
Instantly, his expression
softened. “You can’t possibly think that I think that way?”
She just glared at him.
“Look, I’m not gonna lie.”
He approached her, smiling tenderly. “You do amuse me, but
not because I think you’re stupid. You’re… animated. And
quirky. But not stupid. And I get it’s late, and no matter what
time zone we’re entering, it’s ten o’clock here and we’re
handing over sleeping hours, but Nicholai insists we need to go now.”
She kept pinched eyes on him, but
her posture loosened a bit.
He laughed, reaching for her hand
once more. “See? Animated. I can pretty much watch the wheels in
your head turn.”
“Does that make you my mental
stalker, too?”
Processing the playful edge of
her words, he kissed her knuckles and led her into the hall. “Trust
me, sweetheart. I have no desire to wander through your mind. I can’t
imagine all the weird things I’d encounter.”
She tilted her head to the side,
smiling. “Compliment or insult?”
Smirking over his shoulder, he
caught her eyes with his. “Insult.”
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