Men come tamely home at night only from the next field or street, where their household echoes haunt, and their life pines because it breathes its own breath over again; their shadows, morning and evening, reach farther than their daily steps.
"Sofi … she's safe," Darian said and stepped from the shadows to pace.
He hooked the light to his belt where it swung in an eerie arc, casting jumping shadows on the rock-strewn slope and yellow streaks into nothingness.
Her surroundings blurred into light and shadows, and she felt the sickening sense of falling off the cliff again.
"He did. He wanted to make the world safer for me, for our …" Katie's throat tightened. She cleared it. "He realized he doesn't have to be in the shadows anymore. And the way he looked at me that last day…" she drifted off again, this time recalling the intensity of emotion on Rhyn's face the last time she'd seen him in the mortal realm.