I've been sick

[Nox]

The boy who opened the door was the spitting image of the man he'd met when his house blew up. He had to be Dorian's son - the new little godling. The kid slammed his hand against the wall. He looked like he'd been sweating bullets before that. He yelled at them like the posh rich kid he was and Nox was going to be an ass but Cain spoke first. Nox tried very hard not to laugh, but it was absolutely impossible to do. The swooping bow made Nox lose his tight control and he let the laughter out.

"Oh man...."


The kid looked ruffled at his laughter. Nox reached for the shimmering light just out of sight and pulled it to him. It came with ease and Nox waved threads of light in front of the boys face. "I won't show you more if you don't let me in."
Nox grinned at him. "I'm Nox. Your Dad asked me to answer some questions for you."
Nox nodded behind him. "That's Cain."


Nox's wallet beeped and he glanced down at it. Dorian replied. Everything. And he had his answer. If he asked about the Atharim he'd tell him. Nox would hid nothing.

The stepped aside and let them in. "Can I take your coats?"

Nox shook his head. "Yeah no, I think I'll keep it."
Not only was it covering the guns at the small of his back but he didn't exactly want to take it off. It was a comfort thing.

He lead the way into a room with a ton of shelves but very few books. It was kinda ugly if you asked Nox. The kid motioned for them to sit on the couches in the middle of the room. Nox glanced at the girl sitting on the couch and almost jumped out of his skin. Emily?

The kid started speaking before Nox could say something. "I'm Cruz. This is Rachel."

Nox laughed softly - Emily's sister it had to be. Nox walked over to her and offered his hand. "A pleasure."
When she took his hand he'd lift it to his lips and kiss the middle knuckle with a wink and a grin. "But aren't you the spitting image of your sister."