06-25-2018, 04:31 PM
Nox knew Ascendancy wasn't joking. And the small infringement with Jay could set him on Ascendancy's radar for the final time. Fuck being her could do just that. But it was on Jiv... Jivana's bill. Nox was pretty sure that was what was up. Cruz mentioned other monumental donations made by the company as well. Emilio Vega was being all altruistic. Hah! He laughed to himself.
But Nox didn't think it would be difficult to be a better man than him, he barely knew Jay but the fact that he hadn't been squeamish about the whole beheading thing back at the concert probably made them both at least close to the same level. Though Nox had never followed the rules. He was Atharim. And nothing more than that - a trained killer with not enough schooling to do basic jobs. He was lucky he understood even half of what Sage and Cruz rambled on about.
Jay elbowed Nox, his gaze in the direction of the woman who'd been steadily getting closer. He looked and admired her form. His gaze lingered long enough to indicate interest but Nox found himself thinking other thoughts about his companion. Nox tried very hard not to grin at the thoughts of this woman and the two of them. Jay was definitely seeing her for the woman she was. Nox wanted to pinch himself. Here was a chance of a life time, but this woman was so out of his league and the way she moved said she was a viper ready to strike. And he was already feeling the two shots. Damn!
Jay introduced himself and he almost seemed tongue tied though he knew it was just an illusion. This woman was breathtaking but they weren't some back water kids out on their first party. Though this was the first time Nox had been to anything like this. He'd never been to prom, never wore a tux. Jay grew up in normal America. Nox was a drifter. Moscow had been his only home and now it was where the Atharim would hunt him down. It was depressing.
A singular phrase pulled Nox from his morbid thoughts. Nox snickered. He couldn't help it really. Who the fuck thought the Nine Rods of Dominion of nine dominions was anything but phallic in nature. Thankfully she laughed, and Nox added. "Oh, you have no idea."
His own mouth would get him into trouble, but the nerves had gone with the second shot and the itching was only slightly annoying around the orobourous tattoo that declared him Atharim. Not that he hadn't outed himself with his mouth, but the tattoo was a constant reminder of what he truly was. A snake among the leaves.
Vena's dark gaze turned to his with an proffered hand and Nox took it with his best smile and pressed a kiss to the third knuckle with a half bow over it. "A pleasure, Ms. Vena. Nox."
he said. There was no point offering up his last name, she'd find just as much information with Nox as his full name which pretty much amounted to nothing. And if she'd been listening well she already heard the worst of. There was only one missing piece and Nox wasn't about to make trouble with the power he wielded right in front of the Ascendancy in his home. He was lucky to get in the door. "You can't be here alone. You are way to gorgeous to be single."
And way to fucking out of my league to be here, he wanted to know what she wanted. But he also didn't want to give it to her. The music was boring... They needed to play something more ... dangerous.
But Nox didn't think it would be difficult to be a better man than him, he barely knew Jay but the fact that he hadn't been squeamish about the whole beheading thing back at the concert probably made them both at least close to the same level. Though Nox had never followed the rules. He was Atharim. And nothing more than that - a trained killer with not enough schooling to do basic jobs. He was lucky he understood even half of what Sage and Cruz rambled on about.
Jay elbowed Nox, his gaze in the direction of the woman who'd been steadily getting closer. He looked and admired her form. His gaze lingered long enough to indicate interest but Nox found himself thinking other thoughts about his companion. Nox tried very hard not to grin at the thoughts of this woman and the two of them. Jay was definitely seeing her for the woman she was. Nox wanted to pinch himself. Here was a chance of a life time, but this woman was so out of his league and the way she moved said she was a viper ready to strike. And he was already feeling the two shots. Damn!
Jay introduced himself and he almost seemed tongue tied though he knew it was just an illusion. This woman was breathtaking but they weren't some back water kids out on their first party. Though this was the first time Nox had been to anything like this. He'd never been to prom, never wore a tux. Jay grew up in normal America. Nox was a drifter. Moscow had been his only home and now it was where the Atharim would hunt him down. It was depressing.
A singular phrase pulled Nox from his morbid thoughts. Nox snickered. He couldn't help it really. Who the fuck thought the Nine Rods of Dominion of nine dominions was anything but phallic in nature. Thankfully she laughed, and Nox added. "Oh, you have no idea."
His own mouth would get him into trouble, but the nerves had gone with the second shot and the itching was only slightly annoying around the orobourous tattoo that declared him Atharim. Not that he hadn't outed himself with his mouth, but the tattoo was a constant reminder of what he truly was. A snake among the leaves.
Vena's dark gaze turned to his with an proffered hand and Nox took it with his best smile and pressed a kiss to the third knuckle with a half bow over it. "A pleasure, Ms. Vena. Nox."
he said. There was no point offering up his last name, she'd find just as much information with Nox as his full name which pretty much amounted to nothing. And if she'd been listening well she already heard the worst of. There was only one missing piece and Nox wasn't about to make trouble with the power he wielded right in front of the Ascendancy in his home. He was lucky to get in the door. "You can't be here alone. You are way to gorgeous to be single."
And way to fucking out of my league to be here, he wanted to know what she wanted. But he also didn't want to give it to her. The music was boring... They needed to play something more ... dangerous.
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