Darian hums as he slides his hands into his pockets. My body relaxes the slightest bit and his eyes rove over me probably seeing it. Though I roll my eyes at myself because just because his hands aren’t out doesn’t mean he still can’t use some form or magic to hurt me. I don’t even know what his specialty is. He’s an angel so I know he has wings, but angels have all sorts of magic.
Huffing, he turns and begins walking. After a couple strides he stops and turns back. “You coming? Asier’s office isn’t over here.”
Steeling myself, I raise a brow at him. “And what is it you want in return?”
Nothing is given for free.
“Tell me why you let yourself burn.”
Rolling out my shoulders, I shrug and begin following him. “I miss feeling the sun. It’s not that deep. As long as I’m not exposed for more than a few seconds I’ll heal fine enough. I miss the warmth.”
I almost say I miss the warmth without the burning. He probably wouldn’t think much of it since I can burn, but the runic curse that was placed on me is more than just me burning in the sun.
He doesn’t say anything as he starts leading the way. The last time I felt warmth without the burning was when Caleb made his ball of warmful light that mimicked the sun. It had been the first time since I was six I had felt warmth like that. The kind you can feel in your bones. In your soul.
God I miss him. I miss all of them and home. It’s only been two months but I more than anyone know how long time can feel in short periods. A whole eternity can pass within seconds.
“What’s a sun devil?”
His question makes me almost jump. I didn’t think he’d ask any more questions, and I especially didn’t think he’d ask that question.
He doesn’t look at me when I glance at him. His strides are long but I’ve kept up fine enough, though I’ve stayed about half a step behind from directly beside him.
I shrug, even though he can’t see it. “It was what the devil who adopted me when I was younger called himself.”
I can see his shoulders stiffen and his neck strain. A chill fans off him making me shiver. His aura roiling and anger accompanies it. Not surprising since he probably knows the devil abused me and I called him the same thing.
“Why did you call me that?”
His voice is quiet and calm, but in the same way the calm is before a storm. Or rather, in the eye of the storm.
Facing forward, I don’t look at him anymore.
“You look like him,” I state. “And your aura feels similar to his, though I can see it’s stronger. I have no doubt you would be more powerful than him even as an angel.”
He stops abruptly and turns towards me. I jerk back so I’m a step away from him and not almost brushing his shoulder with mine.
“You can see my aura?”
Oh fucking hell.
I keep my body still and my expression neutral. Nana taught me enough about each of the races including vampires, but she never mentioned if they’re able to see auras. Most people can feel them. Aura is how you can tell the magnitude and essentially vibe of someone’s power, where magic is the action of it. Aura is the spirit and soul where magic is the body and movement.
Jullia’s aura tends to be cold but soothing. Gentle waves in the middle of the sea. Her magic is controlling and manipulating water – among other things.
Nana’s aura is power and death. A pyre of bones cracking beneath roaring flames. Her magic is controlling and manipulating the body – whether that be one still alive or already dead. As long as it still has bones.
But I can also see that Jullia’s aura is ribbons of white light threaded with strings of the darkest blue. Nana’s is a coil of slithering threads usually always wrapped around her body in pitch black. Though at the very center of herself I have seen a ball of dim white.
I never told Nana I could actuallyseeauras at times. Is that not normal? Darian is looking at me like it’s not normal.
He takes a step closer to me and I take one back. His expression turns guarded as he surveys me again.
“You said you can see my aura,” he states. I neither confirm nor deny. “Who’s fucking blood turned you?”
I don’t answer that either because it didn’t seem like he was actually asking me. More like he was thinking out loud.
Stepping back, he spins on his heel and continues walking. I follow after a beat and he says nothing else until we come to a section of the school I haven’t been to before. There’s a closed door at the end of a hallway Darian bangs on before leaving without a second glance.
