He was loneliness.
Because of Camulus, Talon didn't dare let anyone close to him. How terrible it must be.
At dusk, she packed up her art supplies and headed inside with Beth eyeballing her from the dock. Sunshine wrinkled her nose at the bossy gator and tossed her the remains of her crackers.
Physically, Sunshine felt a lot better, but mentally she ached.
She watched Talon as he slept. He was a creature of the night. Literally. She couldn't change him. Ever.
He was immortal.
She was human.
There was no hope for them.
The thought made her want to cry.
"They do have an out clause."
But Talon would have to agree to it, and then what? Would she have to be his wife? Would he expect her to be as Nynia was?
She shivered at the thought. No offense, but as Nynia she had been a ninny.
Not that it was wrong to live to please your husband, but as Nynia she'd taken that to a whole new level. Nynia had never questioned him, never said anything back to him.
He said jump, she'd jumped and not even bothered to ask how high. Whatever he'd wanted, she'd done, regardless of her own thoughts or wants.
She had been a Stepford wife. Ew!
Sunshine didn't think she could behave that way if she had to. She was outspoken and stubborn. At times, she was even a little selfish.
She wanted a mutual partnership with a man. Someone who could handle her needs as an artist. Someone who could appreciate her while she appreciated him, faults and all.
She liked herself. Liked her life.
With Talon, she would never be quite sure if he loved her for being Sunshine or if he tolerated her because of Nynia.
How would she ever know the truth?
Talon woke up to the softness of a hand brushing through his hair. He didn't have to open his eyes to know who it was who touched him. He could feel her all the way to his heart.
Sunshine.
He blinked open his eyes to see her sitting beside him.
"Good morning," she said.
"Evening."
She handed him a cup of coffee. Talon took a drink, expecting to cringe, but it was actually good. Very good.
At his surprised look, she laughed. "My parents sell coffee at the bar. I may not drink the stuff, but I do know how to make it."
"You do it very well."
She beamed.
Talon sat back in bed to watch her. "What did you do while I slept?"
"Worked. I have to meet a client and show him some pieces he commissioned. If he really likes them, he's going to give me a contract to supply artwork and murals for his restaurant chain."
"Really?" he asked, impressed by the news.
Her eyes glowed with excitement, her cheeks pinkened. He could tell it meant a lot to her. "If I get the contract, no more stand at the square. I'll finally have enough money to open my own studio."
"You know, I could give you the money for that."
A sadness came over her. "So could my parents, but this is something I want to do on my own. I don't want anyone to hand me anything."
He well understood that. He'd spent most of his mortal life proving himself to others. "It never hurts to have help."
"I know. But it wouldn't be the same. Besides, I think it would be really neat to walk into a restaurant and see my stuff hanging there."
"Yeah, it would be. I hope you get the contract."
She smiled again. "What about you? What do you hope for?"
"I hope my cabin never blows apart in a hurricane during the daylight hours."
She laughed. "Seriously."
"I am serious. It could get ugly if it did."
She sat back on her heels. "You really don't have any plans for the future, do you?"
"There's nothing to plan for, Sunshine. I'm a Dark-Hunter."
"Do you ever think about quitting?"
"Never."
"Not even now?"
He fell silent as he thought about that. "If I could get past Camulus maybe. But..."
Sunshine nodded, understanding that stumbling block all too well. Camulus had laughed at her when she'd asked if he would/could ever forgive Talon.
"The earth will perish before I leave him in peace. So long as I live, he will pay for taking my son's life."
But she didn't tell Talon about that. She didn't want to upset him.
Somehow, she would find another way around Camulus.
"All right," she said. "I won't mention it again. Let's just enjoy what time we have."
"Sounds like a plan."
They spent the night quietly, playing games and talking. Sunshine scrounged through his kitchen and even found enough supplies to make edible body paint.
Talon introduced her to chocolate Reddi-Whip shots and delighted in the ecstasy on her face while she ate the decadent whipped cream.
And Talon finally got to douse her in chocolate and to lick it off her.
Who knew having an artist could be so much fun?
Talon had never in his life enjoyed anything more than this night. He'd never laughed so much. Felt so at ease and comfortable. There was no more hiding from her. She knew what he was, both as a Dark-Hunter and as a man.
She fell asleep not long after midnight and left him alone to think about them.
Talon went outside to sit on the porch. It was peaceful and cold outside. The fog on the swamp was thick and he could hear the water ripple all around him.
For centuries this had been his solitary existence.
He couldn't count the times he had sat here alone, just listening to the darkness.
And on the other side of the closed door he had heaven itself waiting for him.
If only he could keep her.
How did a man beat back a god? Was it even possible?
As a mortal man, the thought had never occurred to him, but now...
Now he wondered...
Talon went to bed a few hours after sunup. He'd only been asleep about an hour when he heard Sunshine rummaging around his desk.
"What are you doing?" he asked groggily.
"I'm looking for the keys to the boat."
"Why?"
"I told you, I have to go meet a client."
Talon rubbed his blurry eyes as he tried to focus on what she was saying. "What?"
"I told you about it last night, remember? I'm supposed to meet him at my stand at eleven. I promise I'll meet with him and then be back as soon as I can."
"You can't do that."
She paused and looked at him. "I told you how important this is to me. To my career."
"Sunshine, don't be stupid. This is your life we're talking about."
"Yes, it is." She went back to searching the desk. "And I'm not going to let some sick psycho screw up my one shot at what I want. Believe me, if that weirdo comes near me today, I'll make sure it's the last mistake he ever makes. I didn't know they were after me before. Now I do and I can take care of myself."
Angered that she would dare disregard him, Talon got up. "I'm not about to let you leave here."
"Don't tell me what to do, Talon. My own father doesn't order me around. I'm a grown woman, with my own thoughts, and I will not have anyone dictate my life to me."
"Dammit, Sunshine, be reasonable. I don't want you hurt."
"Why? Because you love me?"
"Yes, I do."
They both froze as he snarled the angry words.
Her heart fluttered. She wanted to believe that. Desperately. But was it true?
"Do you really?" she asked, her voice thick and heavy.
Talon watched as she opened the velvet-lined silver chest on his desk that held the tore that was identical to his, only smaller.
A woman's tore.
Nynia's tore.
She handed him the open box. "Or is it Nynia you love?"
Talon closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight of his wife's tore. He should have destroyed it centuries ago.
But he couldn't.
He'd shut it away and kept it out of sight.
It had never been out of his thoughts.
Sunshine closed the box and returned it to his desk. "I have to do this. For me. I won't live my life afraid. Camulus knows we're together. He can take or kill me here as easily as he can in town. He's a god, Talon. It's not like we can hide from him."
Talon winced as her words tore through him. In his mind, he saw his uncle cut down as he struggled to his side. Saw the killing blow that had sent his uncle to the ground before Talon could reach him.
Pain ripped through his chest. He well understood Sunshine's need to prove herself, to have something of her own. But he couldn't send her out there alone, unprotected.
Besides, he needed his full strength to fight and protect her, which meant he needed more rest. If he went out tonight while he was exhausted, he could get them both killed.
If he returned to bed while she was here, he had little doubt that she would sneak out of the cabin the minute he closed his eyes.
And if she took his boat, he'd be stranded out here until he could get Nick to bring him the other boat in the shed.
Dammit.
"Fine," he said irritably, reaching for his cell phone. There was only one person besides Ash who had the strength and powers to fight a god and possibly escape him. "You can go, but you're taking someone with you."
"Who?"
He held his hand up to silence her as Vane answered.
The Katagari didn't sound particularly happy to hear his voice. "I didn't give you permission to call me, Celt."
"Bite me, Wolf-boy. I need a favor."
"You'll owe me a favor for it."
He looked at Sunshine.
For her, anything.
"And I'm willing to pay it," he said to Vane.
"All right then, what do you need?"
"Can you take human form in daylight?"
Vane scoffed. "Obviously so. Ever tried to answer a phone without opposable thumbs? Not to mention the fact that I am speaking to you in English and not wolf."
Talon growled low at the sarcasm. "Yes, but can you hold and fight in human form during daylight?"
He snorted at that. "Oh yeah. Daylight doesn't bother me."
"Good. Sunshine needs to go to Jackson Square for a little while this morning."
"Did you okay this with Ash?"
"No."
Vane laughed. "Living on the edge. I love it. Okay, so what do you need me to do?"
"I want you to guard her until I can take over after nightfall."
"One guard dog coming up. Give me about half an hour to get there."
"All right, thanks."
"I would say anytime, Celt, but this is a one-shot-only deal."
"Yeah, I know."
Sunshine frowned as he hung up the phone. "Who was that?"
"That was Vane."
"Is he a Dark-Hunter too?"
"No, love. You're about to meet your werewolf."