micah

She couldn't turn away from the eyes that held her. Eyes as deep, as Dark as the night, yet there was something that sparked with warmth, that kept those eyes from being cold.

A woman can lend a man the strength to conquer a kingdom, and bring him to his knees with one breath.

All life is bound to a simple truth... that time goes on, that in each person's life begins a tale, a tale that will either end in memory or in legend.

My greatest fear is time wasted__ life spent. My greatest fear is passing away from this world without leaving a lasting impact.

Cold be night, cold be heart;I shall forever sit in dark, Until one day ride at FlightAgainst armies of Thalorion For last fight_.

You know what I regret the most?_ Trinity says, her voice just above a whisper. I don__ answer. All I can think about is how crappy it is that my fourteen-year-old sister already has regrets.

She looked around the room, glanced over him and Micah waited.Her Gaze passed him, then again. On the third pass she lingered as she continued to watch her, allowing his gaze to memorize those features just before her eyes met his.A jolt od power flashed through him. Her ligth blue eyes flickered with interest, fear, then interest again, as though she wasn't certain which she should feel.He let his gaze continue to hers, let his mind reach out to her, soothe her, ease her. He used his eyes rather than his expression to calm the fear that he knew he would be rising within her.Micah knew the power of a look. When two people touched from across a distance, that touch could be frightening, wary, or a stroke of gentleness. He stroked her gently. He never let his eyes dip below her chin; rather, he let himself take in every nuance of expression, every shift of each facial motion, the flicker of her lashes, the shadows in her eyes, the tension in her small body.She was like a little bird ready to fly. Poised at the edge of her seat.her body stiff and prepared to run.Easy, little bird, he thought, letting his thoughts touch his gaze. There is no pain here; there is no fear.

You get to me all of the time. Always have. In all the good ways.

This is wrong. Out of this world wrong.But then again, so am I.

Micah: __ome, on. Let__ get you out of here._ He began putting his arms under me and lifted me off my bed of rocks.__h, no. You can__ just come trotting in here like some hero. I__ saving myself this time. Go away!_ __nd let me just say you were doing a fine job lying there on your back.

You can__ imagine how much I regret what happened. For some reason, becauseof the type of relationship we had, I thought it was an acceptable training exercise; albeit a little extreme. But I__ not going to ask your forgiveness, I don__ want it. I mean to always remember my mistake, so I will never make it again._ (Micah to Kaitlyn)

He stepped forward and took the butterfly hanging around my neck between his two fingers: __his will remind me, both of my mistake and how much I care for you._ He took another step closer so we were only inches apart, and his hand moved to the back of my shoulder where Shawn__ mark stillscarred my skin. __nd I hope this will never heal. It will remind me to never take anything for granted; other people__ intentions, your safety, or . . . you.

He squeezed my shoulder and smiled at me.I realized that I hadn't kissed him hello, I always kissed him hello. Of course, I was still covered in blood and other bodily fluids, and none of them were his, but he might not understand that that was why I hadn't wanted to get too close. Some of my confusion must have shown on my face, because his smile widened. He turned me around by the shoulders, gave me a little push towards the bathroom, and slapped me on the ass. "Get cleaned up, I'll take care of things here.""I can't believe that you just did that," I said."Did what?" he said, and he was grinning at me.I could probably count on one hand the number of times Micah had grinned at me. His eyes were sparkling with laughter as if it were all he could do not to let it out. I was happy to see him having a good time, really I was. But I wasn't sure what was funny, and I didn't have the courage to ask. It was probably something that would be at my expense, or something I'd just done that he found cute. I was not cute. Confused, fucked-up, bruised, but not cute. Nathaniel and Damian knew better, but as I passed Gregory, I had to say, "If you touch my ass, I will rip you a new one." I said it as I moved past him, not even pausing."You're no fun," he growled.I looked back just before I turned out of sight of him. "Oh, I'm a lot of fun, just not around you."He snarled at me. "Bitch.""Woof, woof," I said, and finally made it into the bathroom.

I looked at Micah, who shrugged. I looked at Rafael, who shook his head. Nice that none of us knew why he was undressing.