"Hello, Davan."
Davan Solaris closed his eyes for a moment as he heard a voice he never
thought he'd hear again. He drew in a deep breath and tried to steady his
nerves before opening his eyes and turning around. It would never do for
anyone to see an elder freaking out, even if he was freaking out.
"Hello, Manuel," Davan said as he folded his hands together in front of him,
hoping that Manuel didn't see how much they were shaking. "It's been a long
time."
And Manuel was just as gorgeous now as he was four years ago. It wasn't
fair, really it wasn't. Davan wanted him to be old and ugly. He wasn't. He
still looked tall and muscular and sexy as sin. If anything, Manuel had just
grown sexier in the passing years.
"Four years," Manuel replied. "Not since the last Great Gathering."
"How have you been?"
It
was agonizing for Davan to stand there and converse pleasantly with the one
person that had almost destroyed him. It had been four years since they had
seen each other. And Davan felt every second of it like a knife in his
heart.
Manuel crossed his muscular arms over his chest and leaned against the wall.
"Is that all you have to say to me after all of this time?"
"I'm not sure we have much to say to each other."
Davan certainly didn't have anything to say to Manuel. He felt everything
had been said when he woke up in bed alone. He hadn't seen Manuel since.
There had been no explanation, no note, not even a phone call. Manuel was
just gone, along with all of his possessions. He had packed up and left in
the middle of the night without a word.
That pretty much said it all for Davan.
"I'm needed in the grand ballroom," Davan said. "It was… interesting seeing
you again, Manuel."
He
quickly turned away and hurried down the long hallway before Manuel could
say another word or stop him. Davan had envisioned seeing Manuel again.
Somehow, despite the pain he suffered nearly every day, he never thought it
would be this hard.
He
wanted to scream at Manuel, to demand answers. He wanted to know why Manuel
had left him in the middle of the night. He wanted to know why the man threw
away all that they could have had together. And yet, he didn't. He was
afraid of the answers.
Davan paused at the entrance to the grand ballroom and drew in several
calming breaths. He didn't know how he was going to lock away his emotions
when they were so close to the surface. He just knew he had to.
He
was an elder now. He had come a long way from the gangly young man Manuel
knew four years ago. He had poured all of his anguish into becoming the
elder of fae clans. It gave him purpose and usually kept him too busy to
think about Manuel.
And now the man was here.
Davan shook himself out of his deep thoughts when he saw the other elders
gathering on the dais. He was required to be up there with them. Tonight
would either make or break the paranormal community.
The Great War between the Paranormals had decimated them all. Hundreds had
been killed, entire clans wiped out. In the twenty five years since, things
had settled between the different paranormals to a large extent but there
was still a lot of fighting going on—something the elders planned to end
tonight.
The humans had become aware of the paranormals during the Great War. While
they were pretty content to let the paranormals live in relative peace, they
would not put up with discord, fighting, or the million other stupid things
the younger people insisted on doing in the name of their kind.
The elders feared interference from the humans. They had a right to be.
Enough of the paranormals had been killed during the Great War that they
would not be able to defend themselves if the humans attacked.
The fighting had to end, hence, tonight's little gathering. The Gathering
was called every February 29th, on leap year. This year,
invitations had gone out to every unmated person of mating age in the
paranormal world.
Even if attendance was mandatory, not all had shown. Still, the next few
minutes would be interesting. Davan truly believed that a mating shouldn't
be forced and that the council's decision would create more problems than it
would fix. He was outvoted.
Davan stepped into the large room. He nodded to several people as he made
his way up onto the dais to stand with the other elders. Even if he had been
outvoted, he would still stand behind the decision of the council. He tensed
when Elder Burke walked to the front of the dais. The shit was about to hit
the fan.
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