A Crown Of Fire And Wrath (The Shadow Walkers Saga #5) - Sloane Murphy Page 0,9
leads back towards the towers, and he helps me down from the glass perch once I land. As soon as my I tuck my wings away, tiredness practically knocks me on my ass. I might have just pushed it a little too hard.
“You curl up on the couch, I’ll sort food and bring it over.” Michael smiles at me as we enter the loft, and he hits the button to close the giant glass panel. I don’t argue with him, mainly because I don’t have the energy to. I stumble over to the sofa, and flop down onto the cushions. I curl my legs under me and get comfortable, this sofa might be comfier than the bed. I snort a laugh at the thought, but shake my head. Fates I’m an idiot when I’m tired.
I close my eyes, just for a second, while Michael is sorting food, but the darkness claims me and carries me away.
Chapter Three
We spent most of yesterday exploring with Michael showing me places I used to haunt, my favorite spots. It’s becoming increasingly clear to me that Levi chose to omit that Michael and I were close. Because there is no way he could know all of this if we weren’t. And the way he looks at me… I can’t help but wonder if there’s history there, but I also don’t want to say anything and make it more awkward than it already is. Fate knows it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve met someone who knew more about me than I do myself.
He’s already said he can unlock my memories, which is why I’m sitting here in his kitchen trying not to fidget while I wait for him to wake up. At least, I think he’s asleep. I haven’t really dared to explore his loft beyond the room I’ve stayed in and this main room. I’m just assuming I’m in the guest room, because, well, awkward.
“Morning,” he practically sings the word as he enters the loft, and I try not to startle. “Did you sleep okay? I popped out and got us some pastries. My cooking skills are about as good as yours, so I figured I’d save my poor kitchen being punished today.”
He puts the brown cardboard box down on the island I’m sitting at, and I try not to drool at the buttery smell that fills my senses.
“Coffee?” He moves towards the machine on the opposite side of the room and I nod. I tried to use it earlier, but it’s so fucking complicated, too many options, so I just left it alone and hoped he wouldn’t take long to wake up. Even if apparently he was already up and out by the time I made it in here.
“Thank you.” I smile at him as I raise the mug he hands me to my lips, trying not to groan as the sweet nectar passes my lips. It really is better than any coffee I’ve ever drank. “So, I was wondering…”
“You want me to help you get your memories back before you face the council?”
I blink slowly because it’s like he’s in my head, and it occurs to me that he genuinely could be. He laughs at me and my eyes go wide.
“I’m not in your mind. The look on your face. You always were an open book.” He shakes his head as he leans on the counter opposite to where I’m sitting. “But yeah, we can do that. I’d probably rather wait until after you go in front of the council, but I also understand why you’d rather go in there armed. It’s not going to be easy though.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean reconciling everything and everyone you’ve been. It’s a gift that something has kept your memories locked away. The emotional impact of it all is going to be a huge hit. Like Tsunami levels.” His brow furrows as he speaks, and I get the feeling he’s regretting offering to help me, but I also get the feeling that even though he might not be fully on board with my plan, he won’t try to talk me out of it. He doesn’t seem the type. At least not with me. I’ve only seen him alone with me, and he’s been a very different Michael to the one I’ve heard so much about. “But if that’s what you want, we’ll do it.”
I feel the heat rise up my neck at the way he says those words, and the way he looks at me