Night World : The Chosen Chapter 17

Hunters yacht was bigger than the power gravy boat Quinn had brought to the island. thither was a salon down in the cabin and two separate staterooms. Right now, Timmy was in unmatched of them. Nyala was in an new(prenominal). Quinn had put them both to sleep.Quinn and Rashel were in the cockpit.Do you think whatsoever of the lamias got surface? Rashel tell softly.I dont know. Probably. His voice was as quiet as hers.He was filthy, covered with sand and soot, burned present and there, and wildly disheveled. He had never looked more beautiful to Rashel.You saved Nyala, she whispered. And I know you did it for me.He looked at her and some of the tense focus went out of his eyes. The hardness in his face softened. Rashel took his hand.She didnt know how to say the proportion of what she meant. That she knew he had changed, that he was changing every minute. She could almost feel the new parts of his mental capacity fountain and growing-or rather, the old parts, the parts hed de liberately left behind when he stopped being human.Thank you, tin Quinn, she whispered.He laughed. It wasnt a savage laugh, or a bitter laugh, or point the charming imbalanced Hatter laugh. It was just a real laugh. Tired and shaky, but happy.What else could I do?Then he reached for her and they were holding each other. They might look like two refugees from a disaster movie, but wholly Rashel felt was the vocalizing joy of their closeness. It was much(prenominal) comfort to be able to hold on to Quinn, and such wonder to feel him holding her back.A feeling of peace stole over her.There were even-tempered problems ahead. She knew that. Her mind was already clicking through them, forming a dim checklist of things to worry about when she regained the ability to worry.Hunter and the other vampires. They might still be alive. They might come looking for revenge. But even if they did Rashel had spent her satisfying life fighting the Night World alone. Now she had Quinn beside her , and together they could take on anything.Daphne and the girls. Rashel felt certain(a) they were safe she trusted Annelise and Keiko. But once they got home, theyd be traumatized. They would need help. And someone would need to figure out what they should tell the rest of the world.Not that anyone would believe it was real vampires who had kidnapped them if they said so, Rashel thought. The police would pass it off as a cult or something. Still, the girls know the truth. They may be fresh recruits for the fight.Against what? How could she be a vampire hunter now? How could she try to destroy the NightWorld?Where could a reformed vampire and a burned-out vampire hunter go when they fell in applaud?The answer, of course, was obvious. Rashel knew even as she formed the question, and she laughed silently into Quinns shoulder.Circle Daybreak. Theyd become damned Daybreakers.Granted, they werent the type to dance in circles with flowers in their hair, singing about adore and harmony a nd all that. But if Circle Daybreak was going to make any headway, it needed something besides love and harmony.It needed a fighting arm. Somebody to deal with the vampires who were hopelessly shabbiness and bent on destruction. Somebody to save people like Nyalas sister. Somebody to protect kids like Timmy. enumerate to think of it, Circle Daybreak was where Nyala and Timmy belonged, too. Right now they need peace and healing, and people who would run into what theyd been through. I dont know, Rashel thought, maybe witches can help.She hoped so. She thought Nyala would be all right-there was a kind of intimate strength to the girl that kept her fighting. She wasnt so sure about Timmy. Trapped in a four-year-old body, his mind twisted by whatever lies Hunter had told him what kind of normal life could he ever conduct?But he was alive, and there was a chance. And maybe there were parts of his mind that were bright and loosen up and aching to grow.Elliot and Vicky and the other v ampire hunters. Rashel would put one over to talk to them, try to explain what shed learned. She didnt know if theyd listen. But she would have to try.All anybody can do is try, she said softly.Quinn stirred. He leaned back to look into her face. Youre right, he said, and she realized that hed been intellection about the same things.Our minds work alike, she thought. She had found her partner, her equal, the one to work and live and love with her. Her soulmate.I love you, John Quinn, she said.And then they were kissing each other and she was finding in him a tenderness that even she hadnt suspected. But it made sense. After all, the opposite of absolute ruthlessness is absolute tenderness-and when you ripped the one away, you were left with the other.I wonder what else Ill find out about him? She thought, dizzy with discovery. Whatever it is, its sure to be interesting.I love you, Rashel Jordan, he said against her lips.Not Rashel the Cat. The Cat was dead, and all the old anger a nd the hate had burned away. It was Rashel Jordan who was scratch a new future.She kissed Quinn again and felt the beauty and the mystery of his thoughts. Hold me tighter, she whispered. Im a little cold.You are? I feel so warm. Its spring tomorrow, you know.And then they both were quiet, lost in each other. The boat sped on through the sparkling ocean and into the promise of the moonlit night..The End