Disclaimer: Belongs to Grevioux, Wiseman, and Columbia Tristar

Author’s Note: This was written for Donna C Punk for her birthday.

She watched him out of the corner of her eye as she gently cleaned his wounds. She memorized everything about him, knowing the way his blond hair fell across his forehead or how his dark eyes looked at her questioningly. So much had happened to him in the last few hours. So much had changed. How could she explain it to him when she didn’t even understand it herself?

“Selene?” he whispered, his hand reaching up to touch her face.

“You have to rest, Michael. We have a lot of traveling to do, and these wounds need to heal,” she answered softly.

“Why?” It was a simple question, and one he’d been asking over and over. Most would have taken it as a query to her statement, but she knew the history behind it.

“We’ll talk in the morning.”

Reluctantly, Michael accepted the answer and fell asleep.

Lying beside him, Selene thought about the events that had transpired. Viktor had lied to her, Lucian wasn’t completely evil, and now Michael was something more powerful than she could ever imagine. Why, indeed?

She turned to him and gently touched his shoulder. She knew why she did it, why she saved him. This man, this half-breed, beside her not only had her trust but her heart as well.


© 2004 Crimson Idealist