Blood Past - By Samantha Young Page 0,17

hadn’t come down for dinner October had come to get her and found her crumpled on the floor, Eden’s muffled wailing sending her straight back out the door and downstairs for Cyrus.

Cyrus had lifted her to the bed and tried to ask what was wrong. But she couldn’t stop crying. And over the course of the hours as she fell apart, words escaped her, enough of them for her companions to grasp what was happening to her.

Go away. Away. Away. Please.

A secret voice whispered somewhere inside her that the only way to rid herself of the pain was to forgive herself for her past. To seek redemption in her future.

She tried but the guilt was adamantly holding tight.

And finally… her reprieve came not in forgiveness, but sheer exhaustion. Her body let go of the guilt, even if her mind did not, and it sank into a deep sleep, drawing her unwillingly with it.

Noah caught Cyrus’ eyes as Eden’s hard, wracking sobs finally grew quiet and her body stilled.

Her soft breathing eased some of his tension as she finally fell asleep. He opened his mouth to speak and Cyrus shook his head, standing up and gesturing to the door. He and Valeria followed the Princeps out, unsurprised to find Christopher and October standing in the hallway with curious, pained looks on their faces.

“Is she alright?” Christopher whispered, and Noah read the genuine concern in his eyes. For not the first time since their arrival in Edinburgh, Noah wished Christopher was the Scottish Councilman.

There was something he didn’t like or trust about McLeish. For a start he knew the man abhorred the idea of Eden. Cyrus knew it too. They had known it wouldn’t be easy bringing her in amongst the Neith, but still it made his blood boil to think of anyone causing her harm, emotional or physical.

Christopher was a different story. All of the Douglas’ were, including October. They were amazingly open-minded, and if Noah wasn’t wrong, more curious and awed by the idea of Eden than anything else.

Cyrus shook his head, his face calm and expressionless now that he was in company. Only moments before in the bedroom his eyes had been full of impotent pain. “I am afraid Eden is suffering a crisis of conscience about her past.”

Noah stiffened, hating her guilt even more as it was admitted out loud. She had nothing to feel guilty for! She had been brave and courageous to get through her life with the Winslows as unscathed as she had.

October frowned. “I’m confused. I thought you said she hadn’t done anything. That she wasn’t completely awakened.”

Her father stiffened at his daughter’s informal and challenging tone in front of the Princeps.

“October-”

“It is fine,” Cyrus cut off his admonishment and eyed October, who now squirmed under his direct focus. “October, fear not, I did not lie. Eden has done nothing of which to be ashamed.

Unfortunately, now that her Ankh soul has taken hold, she feels all the responsibility and weight of her duty and with it the guilt for having not seen to that duty when her soul eater family committed their crimes.”

October screwed up her face. “But it wasn’t her fault so what’s her problem?” Noah bristled at her attitude. “How would you feel knowing your father was raping and torturing people in your basement and there was not a damn thing you could do about it-”

“Noah.” Cyrus touched his arm as October blanched at his forthright and biting retort.

“Is there anything we can do?” Christopher asked quietly.

“You have done so much already, friend. But if I could ask young October to make other sleeping arrangements for tonight.”

October nodded, her curious eyes glued to her bedroom door. “Do you think she’ll be OK?”

“Yes,” Valeria answered with a certainty that eased the tight ache in Noah’s chest. “The intensity of it will fade quickly… although I doubt it will ever leave her completely.” Surprised, Noah tried to catch the Ankh’s gaze but she lowered her eyes. He wanted to reach out to her and squeeze her arm in comfort but he knew she would never allow it. Noah hadn’t realised Valeria carried her own kind of guilt around. He wondered what she had done during her time as one of the Unforeseen.

“For now let us leave her to sleep.” Cyrus heaved a weary sigh.

“Can I stay with her?” Noah asked without even thinking about it.

Cyrus seemed to hesitate before he eyed him carefully. “Yes. She might need you when she wakes.”

Chapter Seven

Breakfast with Clan