Shana Abe Quote

How long have you known about him? I asked Jesse, using my free hand to gesture toward his guest.Forever. Nearly as long as I did about you.God, Jesse. Why didn’t you say anything?He was a shadow of you. Jesse shrugged. His background is diluted, his dragon blood les strong. Even with you in his proximity, I wasn’t certain any of his traits would emerge. He hasn’t anywhere near your potential.Pardon me, Armand said, freezingly polite, but he is still right here with you in this room.Do you mean…I did it? I asked. I made him figure it out? What he is?Jesse gave me an assessing look. Like is drawn to like. We’re all three of us thick with magic now, even if it’s different kinds. It’s inevitable that we’ll feed off one another. The only way to prevent that would be to separate. And even then it might not be enough. Too much has already begun.I don’t want to separate from you, I said.No. Jesse lifted our hands and gave mine a kiss. Don’t worry about that.Armand practically rolled his eyes. If you two are quite done, might we talk some sense tonight? It’s late, I’m tired, and your ruddy chair, Holms, is about as comfortable as sitting on a tack. I want to…But his voice only faded into silence. He closed his eyes and raised a hand to his face and squeezed the bridge of his nose. I noted again those shining nails. The elegance of his bones beneath his flawless skin.Skin that was marble-pale, I realized. Just like mine.Yes? I said, more gently than I’d intended.Excuse me. I’m finding this all a bit…impossible to process. I’m beginning to believe that this is the most profoundly unpleasant dream I’ve ever been caught in.Allow me to assure you that you’re awake, Lord Armand, I retorted, all gentleness gone. To wit: You hear music no one else does. Distinctive music from gemstones and all sorts of metals. That day I played the piano at Tranquility, I was playing your father’s ruby song, one you must have heard exactly as I did. Exactly as your mother would have. You also have, perhaps, something like a voice inside you. Something specific and base, stronger than instinct, hopeless to ignore. Animals distrust you. You might even dream of smoke or flying.He dropped his arm. You got that from the diary.No, I got that from my own life. And damned lucky you are to have been brought into this world as a pampered little prince instead of spending your childhood being like this and still having to fend for yourself, as I did.Right. Lucky me. Armand looked at Jesse, his eyes glittering. And what are you? Another dragon? A gargoyle, perchance, or a werecat?Jesse is a star.The hand went up to conceal his face again. Of course he is. The. Most. Unpleasant. Dream. Ever.I separated my hand from Jesse’s, angling for more bread. I think you’re going to have to show him.Aye.A single blue eye blinked open between Armand’s fingers. Show me what?