Blood Past - By Samantha Young Page 0,36
partners had stopped too at Cyrus and Eden’s entrance and Eden’s gaze locked on Noah who stood on the far left mat, a Neith warrior on his back, his arm twisted in Noah’s fist. Noah’s foot was planted firmly on his chest. Eden grimaced. That looked uncomfortable.
Noah was sooo going to kick her ass.
Just as she thought it, Noah caught her look and smirked cockily. Eden sighed inwardly and crossed her arms over her chest. The problem with Noah was that he was too damn sure of himself.
He needed someone like her. Someone who would a throw a curve ball every now and then, otherwise he would just recycle the only two expressions he had in his repertoire: careful stoic blankness and arrogant smirk. Relaxing her own features Eden gave him a friendly-ish nod and watched with delight as his eyes first widened and then narrowed suspiciously.
Not being mad at Noah might be more interesting than she’d thought.
Chapter Twelve
Taking it to the mat
No amount of supernatural grace could ever make Noah a good surfer. He’d tried a couple of times but each time his Ankh strength had failed him and he was constantly being thrown off balance and buried by the waves. Life with Eden was kind of like that. Yesterday in training he’d almost crushed the Neith under his foot when Eden had given him the nod.
She was talking to him now?!
Of course he’d tried desperately to scramble for equilibrium, his cool calm that made him so…
cool. But by then it was too late. She had seen his surprise. It didn’t stop him from trying to regain some semblance of casual nonchalance by smoothing his features and instructing her in hand to hand combat. And still Eden surprised him. She listened to him without comment, only doling out smart ass comments to October who was her sparring partner. Together he and Tobe, and that annoying nephew of Councilman McLeish, Cameron, walked Eden through a number of varied manoeuvres the Ankh had taken from different martial arts. They started off with the grittier stuff, grappling and boxing, using the ancient Greek art Pankration, some Judo, and Hawaiian Lua. All of them taught how to take down an opponent and keep them down - flips, hammer fists, neck cranks, eye gouging, bone breaking, tracheal grip chokes, arm locks… anything a warrior needed to know about incapacitating a soul eater if they found themselves without a weapon that would actually kill it. And Eden was a fast learner. In fact, Tobe was covered in bruises and Eden had had to be reminded more than a few times that she was stronger than Neith and to go easier on the young warrior. These martial arts were the deadliest of their kind and Noah had to focus absolutely so that no one got hurt.
It was only after training, as they headed back to Tobe’s and Cameron ( dick) said a flirty goodbye to Eden, that Noah could dwell on the fact that Eden was actually treating him like a person again. He’d looked to Cyrus for answers but his Princeps was too busy praising his adopted daughter for her great first day.
At dinner that night Eden hadn’t actually talked to Noah, but whenever he did speak she didn’t throw him her normal death stare. So yeah, he was off-balance and hated that Eden could do that to him. He couldn’t afford to be off-balance doing the job that he did and that’s why he had to turn down Christopher’s invitation to go investigating what sounded like a soul eater den in the apartments above a club in New Town. According to Chris there hadn’t been a den in about five years and the last soul eater to hit Edinburgh had been two months ago. So yeah, possible den, big news. Just the kind of thing he usually jumped on. But he couldn’t because all he was thinking about was if Eden forgave him and if so what that meant for him? He was turning into a freakin’ milksop.
Guess he couldn’t make fun of his dad anymore for being whipped. Noah sighed and flopped down on the pallet he had made on the floor in the room he was sharing with Cyrus. Cyrus hadn’t turned down the invitation to investigate and he’d had to shut Eden down when she’d asked to go. She and Tobe had retired to Tobe’s room to grumble about being left out. And Noah… Noah had watched her walk out of