Dawn Walker Novel Chapter 296: The Breath Between Nights II

Chapter 296: 296: The Breath Between Nights II

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Sekht exhaled once.

"I am not arguing with you tonight."

Bat Bat brightened instantly. "Victory."

"That was not permission."

"It sounded like permission."

"It sounded like exhaustion."

"Exhausted permission is still permission."

He looked at her for a mont longer and then gave up because yes, he was too tired to spend further strategic thought on whether she was allowed to sleep in his room.

"Fine."

Bat Bat made the tiniest victorious noise and shot upward in delight before catching herself and pretending she had expected this all along.

"I accept your wise decision."

Sekht did not answer.

He closed the room fully, checked the lock more out of habit than needed, and crossed toward the bed. She checked the door lock because she was worried that Elena might co and take her for study. She made sure that Elena can’t co.

Sekht was busy watching his bed.

The maids had made it up so completely that it almost looked like soone else’s room now. Too smooth. Too proper. Too innocent for what had passed here earlier.

He stood beside it for a mont, looking at the clean sheets.

Then shook his head once and sat.

Fatigue hit more clearly the mont he allowed stillness. Not crushing. Not a weakness. Just the cost of using too much chaos energy, too many decisions, too much fear held in a controlled shape for too many hours.

Bat Bat landed on the bed near his knee and looked up at him.

"You sll less hungry now."

That made him glance at her.

She shrugged with her wings. "I notice things."

Apparently.

Sekht removed the outer layer of his clothes slowly and set aside the few things he needed near the bedside table. No more plans tonight. No more risks. No more new bloodline experints until morning. The eting with Mihos could wait. Raka would either receive the lesser vampire correctly or he would have a very unpleasant morning.

He lay back at last.

The mattress took his weight. The sheets were cool and clean. The room still slled faintly of Lily beneath the new order the maids had pressed into it, and that alone was enough to tighten sothing quiet in his chest before he forced himself to let the thought go.

Bat Bat watched him for exactly two seconds.

Then climbed onto his chest.

Not delicately.

Like a creature taking the highest, warst point available and declaring it hers by instinct and right.

Sekht looked down at her.

She circled once, made a tiny satisfied sound, and settled herself over him with absurd authority. Tiny claws carefully controlled against his clothes. Wings tucked in. Ears relaxed.

"This is acceptable," she announced.

He should have moved her. But he did not.

"You are very small," he said.

Bat Bat opened one eye. "And yet emotionally important. I will beco big soon."

That almost made him smile.

He let one hand rest loosely near her, not holding her, only present in case she rolled off in sleep. Bat Bat, having gotten exactly what she wanted, was asleep within monts.

Of course she was.

Creatures like her spent the day as if every hour were a war on order and then collapsed instantly when comfort arrived.

Lucky girl.

Sekht stared at the ceiling for a while longer.

Mihos man was waiting for an answer.

Mihos himself was hidden sowhere under all the problems of his house, all of it. When he ets him he will know the truth.

His eyes finally closed.

Bat Bat’s tiny weight on his chest rose and fell with his breathing, ridiculous and strangely grounding.

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anwhile...

The night in Dawn House had settled into one of those quiet hours when even large houses seed to breathe more softly.

Servants moved less often. Doors opened and shut with more care. Lamps were lowered not because anyone feared darkness, but because the day had spent enough of itself and now wished to beco sothing quieter before morning returned to demand work again.

That was why the lesser vampire’s departure went almost unnoticed.

Almost.

He moved through the lower corridors with controlled silence, carrying Sekht’s token hidden beneath his sleeve and his new obedience stitched deep into the blood that had replaced older instincts. He did not move like a human servant, nor like a thief. His steps were too asured for one and too efficient for the other. The transformation had already changed that much. Even newly made, he held himself with a faint unnatural grace that ordinary n did not possess unless years of training had beaten elegance into them by force.

He reached the outer side corridor without trouble.

At the turn where the house widened slightly toward the shadowed service yard, Elena saw him.

She stood near a half-closed doorway with one hand resting against the fra, her posture as still and alert as always. She had not been waiting for him specifically. Elena never waited for one thing only. She simply existed in a state of prepared awareness that made accidental encounters feel deliberate.

The lesser vampire stopped imdiately and bowed his head.

Elena’s gaze moved over him once.

Calm. Precise. Cold enough to peel apart lies without speaking.

She felt the blood on him first. Not by scent exactly. By familiarity. His changed energy still carried the imprint of Sekht’s return from the Void Land, and that mattered. If the man had moved like this without that mark, she would already have had three maids and two hidden blades around him before he finished breathing.

Instead, she understood enough.

Not everything.

Enough.

"Going sowhere," she said.

The lesser vampire kept his head lowered. "Yes."

Elena’s eyes narrowed by half a degree. "By his order."

"Yes."

That was all she needed.

She did not ask where. She did not call guards. She did not send a maid to trail him. If Sekht had released sothing carrying his blood and purpose, then either it was ant to go or it would beco a lesson. Elena trusted him enough to let the consequences belong to him where appropriate.