It took at least two weeks to settle in. As I and Umber moved things around our new apartment, I find myself looking into a mirror. I turn my face this way and that, recoiling at the hollowness of my cheeks, the circles beneath my eyes, the protruding collarbones.
"Hey. Move ass. We've got a king to kidnap."
With the reminder, a surge of emotions fill me, anger being the most potent. I am going to get my revenge.
Like it was yesterday, images of us dancing under the moonlight on the deck passes across my mind, eliciting a stab of pain. I blink back the burn in my eyes, shucking the furnitures around harder than I intended. I guess this is one of the perks of being immortal. Crazy strength.
It also came with a side of alienation.
When we'd landed in Manhattan--we didn't even need pass
