The Shadow City. Ryan Wieser
of protecting Jeco better than most; he was fiercely loyal to the true Lord and Protector of the Blade of Light.
“Good morning, Hasen-Ha,” she greeted him. His golden eyes shone even brighter as he smiled for Jeco, who reached out towards him. Jeco wasn’t simply Trax’s newfound friend; Trax was a person of great wonder to Jeco. Jessop watched the two smile at one another and wondered if Jeco could see Trax’s eyes as they truly were, as only one of Kuroi blood could see them—glowing. Unlike hers and Trax’s, her son’s eyes did not glow; they were the beautiful, muted gray of his father’s.
“Dey-a, Oray-Ha,” Trax greeted her in turn, taking Jeco into his arms. Before either spoke further, Falco appeared from the bathing room, running a hand through his dark, wet hair, a warm smile on his face.
He immediately approached Trax and offered him his hand. “Dey-a, Hasen-Ha, aruk ‘ta raney’ha Jeco?” Jessop smiled at Falco’s hard-learned Kuroi, listening as he asked what Trax had planned for Jeco that morning.
Trax readjusted Jeco in his arms. “I thought we might attend a morning meditation. Some of our youngest students will be there, as I am sure you remember?”
“Med-a-shen, Tax,” Jeco misspoke, studying Trax’s face intently.
Jessop smiled at her son, touching his back softly.
“Yes, Master Jeco, we go to meditation,” Trax answered.
Falco nodded. “Alright. You know the drill—don’t let him out of your sight.”
“Not for a second.”
Falco cupped his son’s head, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “I love you, Jeco.”
Jeco smiled, bashful. “Love you, Dada.”
Jessop followed suit. “I love you, darling.”
Jeco said nothing, instead turning and pushing his face into Trax’s neck. It was the third time he had ignored her sentiment since their reunion, and it stung as sharply as the first.
“Dona teim, Oray-Ha,” Trax advised. Give it time. Falco had counseled the same. She tightened her mouth, nodding sharply, before turning away from them.
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Falco kissed the back of her neck, winding his arms around her abdomen with ease. “He loves you, Jessop, you’re his mother.”
“Yes, I am, and I left him. All this time, here with Kohl, in this place, I wasn’t with him. Or with you.”
She had spent so long in the Glass Blade, the training facility for the Hunters of Infinity—the Daharian galaxy’s supreme authority—infiltrating their ranks and ultimately becoming the first female Hunter in existence. Her superior abilities hadn’t been enough to secure her a position in the Blade. That had only been achieved by winning over the heart of Hunter Kohl O’Hanlon. Kohl had once been Falco’s closest friend before he betrayed him. That had been many years ago. Many years allowed for her and Falco to plan the ultimate subversion. Kohl’s involvement in the plan had not been a mistake. Any feelings she had developed for him during the execution of their plan—of fooling him to fall in love with her—those had been a mistake.
Falco turned her slowly in his arms, urging her to look at him. “What is it that bothers you most?”
Jessop pushed out of his arms, putting necessary distance between them. “What bothers me most? I had to leave. For our plan to work I had to leave Aranthol, and our son may never forgive me for that. You may never forgive me.”
He inclined his head, confused by her words. “Why wouldn’t I forgive you?”
She had said too much. She shook her head, running her hand through her long hair. She needed them to go back to how they were before. She needed to be honest with him. But the truth was terrifying. “I slept with Kohl. I had a relationship with him, the whole time I was here…and before him, it had always only ever been you.”
“I already know all of that. I’m sorry you had to sleep with him but you did it to secure our son’s future, to ensure justice could be claimed. You did it for us,” he reminded her, closing the space between them with easy strides.
“Where is that justice now? Hanson, despite his mistreatment of me—and of yourself and Kohl—lives! Hydo, who killed my parents, who scarred your entire body, still lives. Kohl…I let him into my bed, Falco, but he let me into his heart, and I betrayed him.”
Falco narrowed his gray eyes at her, his long scar flinching across his face. “Never forget, he betrayed me first, Jessop.”
She knew she had said too much. She nodded, reaching up and cupping his face with her small hand, her thumb resting on the scar tissue under his eye. “Of course.”
“I understand the guilt you feel. Your son has been hurt by a plan we hatched for his betterment, and he takes it out only on you. Kohl fell in love with you, as planned, and deceiving him was difficult. But he betrayed me years ago, and more importantly, he tried to kill you, as his false Lord once tried.
“All you need to know, my love, is not whose heart you reside in, but who resides in your own.”
He pulled her closer to him, her breast pushing into his chest, the rise and fall of their breathing in perfect synchronicity. “My heart is for only my son, and his father.”
He lifted her into his kiss, his warm mouth traversing hers with ease. They kissed with equal parts familiarity and passion. There were no parts of him she did not know, they could map one another’s bodies blind, and that kind of closeness allowed for expert navigation. She ran his tunic off his shoulders; he pulled hers off over her head, parting lips for a mere second.
He ran his hands from her lower back, up her rib cage, over her breasts, finally nestling over her neck and jawline, framing her face for his kiss to travel deeper. His tongue moved over hers with deliberation, tasting her slowly. As they fell to the bed, he propped himself on top of her. He pulled away from her kiss and stared down at her. Between her breasts, closest to her heart, was their scar—the twisted fishhook design. Centered in his chest was the exact same mark, and as he hovered above her, the images were perfectly mirrored.
His muscular body tensed as he held himself up on one arm, bringing his spare hand to the mark on her chest. He touched it gingerly, and then covered it with his palm, feeling her heart beat underneath the silvery scar between her full breasts.
She copied him, raising her hand to his and covering it with her palm.
“And the way the two loved each other…” he whispered the start of their quote, waiting for her to finish it.
She smiled up to him. “…it was as if they were one.”
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Her head rose and fell with each breath he took, his ribs strong underneath her cheek. He played with her long hair, brushing her strands out with his fingers.
“I love you, Jessop, and I always have,” he spoke, touching her temple softly.
She couldn’t help but smile, kissing a scar on his rib cage. “I’m not sure about that,” she teased.
His fingers froze in her hair. “What do you mean?”
She turned over, resting on his chest, facing him. “There was a time when you thought I was quite the annoyance…simply your responsibility.”
He smiled back at her. “We were young.”
“Very,” she spoke softly against his skin.
“I loved you then, too. I loved you from the start. I loved the way you looked at me…Like you needed me. You needed me to keep you safe, and I needed you to feel less alone in the world. I loved the way your green eyes watched me as I trained. I loved the way you saw my future—our future—before anyone else did. I definitely loved you then, I simply didn’t know it yet.”
CHAPTER 2
Beyond