The Last Savior · Book One
A Shadow of Lilies
By R. Moses
All rights reserved. Copyright © 2012 by R. Moses
This is a work of fiction, and all names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The ancient demon watched her through the glass. He had forgotten how exquisite she was.
And how urgent his need of her was.
He pressed his long fingers against the glass. He would collect her soon.
Abira held her tears back because of stubborn pride. He was late again. She did not even know if he would come home tonight.
She finally sat up, wiping off mascara that had been ruined when the tears made their escape. Tonight, she had thought, they could work things out from their fight. Her anger lashed out and around the empty room. Finding nowhere to settle, it slid back into her heart.
Abira heard a click, and their bedroom door eased open. He slipped into the room, stinking of too much cologne and far too much wine.
She kept her back stiff to him and stared out of the floor-length windows. Rain had been lashing against the glass for hours now. The dark glory of the city was lost between the blur of her tears and the fury of nature.