Tag: Rheyn Destoiya

In this scene from Forever Love, Izzorah enters a bank vault. He's taking part in a fealty test, designed to prove his psychic and physical skills. As a new immortal, Izzorah has no idea what they might be. This part of the test is a quest or scavenger hunt for hidden artifacts which must activated in order. He knows what the device looks like, but how is supposed to find it in a huge steel vault full of private boxes?

The Vault

Izzorah's heart raced as he stepped into the vault, the metallic scent of money and cold steel filling his senses. The greeter-droid had scanned his DNA, confirming his identity as Mr. Ceeow Saint-Cyr, but that didn't ease the anxiety knotting in his stomach. He was here to retrieve something important, but how? Luc had told him to act confident, but confidence felt like a distant memory.

"May I access a box for you, sir?" the droid inquired, its voice smooth and mechanical.

"Um…" Izzorah cleared his throat, trying to project authority. "I haven't opened it before. Mr. Saint-Cyr would have set it up." He glanced around the vault, which was lined with towering walls of boxes—some large, some small—each one a potential treasure or trap.

"The boxes on this wall," the droid indicated, "all belong to Mr. Saint-Cyr."

"All of them?" Izzorah's mind raced. How was he supposed to know which one contained the artifact? He took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. There had been a pattern in every clue. "Second row down, first box."

The droid retrieved the box and placed it on the table with a soft thud. "Do you require privacy, sir?"

"Only for a minute. First, how do I open it?" Izzorah asked, his voice steadier than he felt.

"Your ring would suffice," the droid replied, pointing to a designated area on top of the box.

With trembling fingers, Izzorah pressed his ring against the surface. A click echoed in the silence as the box unlocked. He lifted the lid, revealing a pile of paper money, passcards, and an assortment of weapons glinting ominously in the dim light. But it was the artifact resting atop the pile that caught his breath—a shimmering object that seemed to pulse with energy.

Just as he reached for it, a buzz at his wrist startled him. He glanced down at his debit bracelet; a dog icon flashed—Luc's signal for danger. The hunters were near.

"Thank you," he told the droid, snapping the box shut. "You can put it back now."

"As you wish, sir," the droid replied, oblivious to the urgency of Izzorah's situation.

Izzorah stuffed the artifact into his pocket and hurried back toward the lobby. "Got it," he whispered into his bracelet.

"Excellent. Proud of you," Luc's voice came through, laced with relief. "Marjo was here."

Izzorah's pulse quickened at the mention of Marjo. "She's the one you warned me about."

"Yes," Luc confirmed as they moved toward the exit. "What did I teach you about being hunted?"

Izzorah took Luc's hand. "That if you think someone is looking for you, keep your head down and get out. Better to be a moving target than a stationary one."

"Excellent."

They picked up their pace, adrenaline surging through Izzorah's veins. "Are we safe?"

"For a moment, I think," Luc replied, his expression serious.

As they stepped outside into the bustling street, Izzorah inhaled deeply. The scent of home lingered in his mind—the kanya tree from his mother's property—and for a fleeting moment, he felt anchored amidst the chaos. But there was no time to dwell on nostalgia; they had to move before their pursuers caught up with them.

"Let's go before those hunters decide to come back," Izzorah urged, squeezing Luc's hand tightly as they navigated through the crowd, determined to escape whatever danger lay ahead.

In this scene from Forever Love, Izzorah and Luc meet an unexpected enemy. Or is this an ally?

Unmasking Secrets

Luc looked from the female to the king. "Who is this?"

"She's a Ceeow, t'hahr." Izzorah inclined his head toward her, ears forward, not down. "She's an outcast among the Kin, but allied to Pietas. She's never been on Tarth before. They've been working together. She knows who you are." He paused, ears flicking to catch minor sounds. "And who I am. She didn't have a reason to like you, but"-- He took another sniff --"she wasn't sure she wouldn't. Or me. Well, until now. She sort of likes us. A little."

Amusement and pride swelled from Luc.

From the female, surprise but also a warning. Subtle. Like the "behave yourself" he often got from his mother when he'd overstepped a boundary.

It dawned on him that Luc had not been asking the question of him, but of Pietas. Rather than apologize, he lowered his ears. To a Kin, it meant submission.

Luc nudged him with his shoulder, and Izzorah tilted back his head to find Luc smiling at him. "Anything else, kosset?"

Not that he'd care to say where the others could hear. Holding the piercing gaze of the female, he swallowed. "That's all I know."

She made a single ear-flick of respect.

"This," Pietas said, "is Teyhahss Ceeow, our newest Changeling. Born the same time as Izzorah."

He'd gauged it properly. A Ceeow who'd allied with Pietas.

Luc nudged his chin her way. "What's she doing here?"

"She's going to be tested at the same time as your new spouse."

Even stronger pride from the female, but without the usual arrogance that Izzorah had come to expect from females. More like... amusement.

Luc squeezed his hand. "But why is she here now?"

"Because, knowing you as I do, my valiant Fire Eyes, I can't believe you haven't told Izzorah the truth. When has General Cyken, the one man to whom I'd entrusted my armies and trusted to guard my back ever avoided preparing for battle? When I met Teyhahss I knew she could help me discover the truth."

"What's he mean, t'hahr?" Izzorah knew exactly what Pietas meant, but Luc had coached Izzorah in what to say. "What truth is he talking about? Who's Cyken?"

"You'll see." Pietas beckoned to her. "Teyhahss, this is Izzorah, whom Cyken has just married."

"Congratulations," Teyhahss gave a small bow. Sincere.

Odd from a Kin female. On Felidae, warriors killed males who liked other males. But then, she wasn't a warrior was she? Teyhahss was an outcast.

Pietas turned toward her. "Has Cyken told Izzorah what he is? Use kahlah and whatever other abilities you might have to tell me the truth."

A chill that went through Izzorah that had nothing to do with the cold. No one could lie to a Kin who got close enough. Not even him, and he was good at hiding.

The only thing to do was remember what his father had always taught Izzorah about hiding his blindness. In a world where any flaw could get him killed, that advice had kept him alive and gotten him out of situations worse than this.

What you fear controls you. Believe in your own truth. When you won't back down, most enemies will. Be the truth you want others to see.

The female looked over at Pietas. "You want me to finn them?"

Finn them? Read their scent specifically looking for lies? Izzorah tightened his hold on Luc's arm.

"Yes. I want to know what lies they've dared to tell their king."

Izzorah stood stiff, frozen in position while Teyhahss walked around them.

Luc's scent gave away nothing. If Izzorah couldn't sense anything, no way she could. But himself? He was a ball of fear. How could he believe in his own truth when he didn't even know what that was anymore? He would never pass any test by a Kin.

He and Luc had practiced, but not for this. Luc had never said anything about there being a Kin to contend with.

Didn't matter, did it? All he had to do was be his own truth. As much as he could, anyway.

When Teyhahss came back to the front and stood toe to toe with him, Izzorah met her gaze without seeking permission. Males were to lower their heads in submission to females. He did not. He stared back at her as if they were equals, even though his stomach did every kind of flip-flop and his brain cried out what are you doing, you idiot?

He needed to make this female understand how much Luc needed his freedom. Izzorah needed to show her what he, himself was willing to sacrifice in order to grant that freedom.

Her scent revealed no change. She glanced at Luc, then returned to Pietas.

"Well?"

"This one"-- She indicated Luc --"No lies. But... with this Kin?" The tiniest ear flick and change in expression told Izzorah her intentions. "You owe me." Teyhahss looked over at Pietas, and shrugged.

Pietas frowned. "Nothing?"

She shrugged again.

If Izzorah didn't faint dead away from relief right here right now it would be a miracle.