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before me, before New Zealand, but I also wasn't sure I wanted to know about it.
    “When I chose to leave Paris and come here, we fell out. Gregor could not understand why I would move to such a place, why I would give up what we had.”
    I knew Michel had lived in Paris before he came to New Zealand, Nero's Nafrini had hinted at that, but I did not know what he had done there, what he had been. Somehow I thought it might be important now.
    “What were you in Paris? What did you do?”
    I could feel his smile against my skin, his lips were still resting on my neck, his head on my shoulder. I was betting it was a rueful smile, not a happy one.
    “You can read me well, ma douce , can you not? I worked for the Iunctio , I was the Creator. I set the rules.”
    “So, one of the good guys?”
    He pulled away and looked at me, a look of sadness on the edges of his eyes.
    “ There are no good guys on the Iunctio, ma douce . They are law. And law is never nice.”
    He stood again and started pacing. I got the feeling he didn't want to touch me right then. I tried not to be hurt by that, I think it was more because he believed I would not want to touch him.
    “When I left for New Zealand Gregor cut off all contact. I have not heard from him since.” He sighed and turned to look at me. “Just because he was once a friend, do not underestimate him, ma douce . He is ruthless, especially when he sets his sights on something. I fear he may have set his sights on you.”
    “ Why? Because of you? Could it not just be a coincidence he appeared in my Dream Walk? Does it have to be something to fear? This is my power after all, maybe it is the power trying to tell me something.”
    Michel smiled, it wasn't unpleasant, just a bit condescending I think. “You always look for the Light, Lucinda, when there is often only Dark.”
    I got up off the bed then and went to him. He didn't take me in his arms, just stood there, his hands fisted slightly at his sides, his eyes edged with sadness. He may think the world is full of Darkness, but I know otherwise. I know better. I am the Light, that's what my name means and somehow, I don't think my father chose that name just for how it sounds. I never knew my father, but part of me believes he knew what I was to become.
    I reached up and touched his face, my palm against his cheek. He hesitated, then leaned his head into me, closing his eyes, rubbing against my hand like a cat, smelling my scent at my wrist. Sometimes, he was more wolf than a werewolf was.
    “There may be Darkness out there, Michel, but I only know how to spread Light. Look at me when the Darkness comes and I will light your way.”
    His eyes opened and he stared at me, the deep dark pools of blue pulling me in.
    “You are more than you appear, ma douce . Every day I see it, yet I cannot believe it. I could not bear to lose you.”
    I smiled. “If I'm lost, you'll be lost too.” In this case, lost was a euphemism for dead. If either Michel dies or I die, the other of our joining will too. The joining is symbiotic in nature. We will always be together, only death will part us now.
    He sighed, again, he seemed to be doing a lot of that lately, and said, “There are more ways to be lost than simply death, ma belle .”
    I didn't think I liked the sound of that.
    He kissed me lightly on the lips, the cheek, the forehead, pulled me close and held me for a moment. Then bent down to my ear and said, “ Je t'aime, ma petite lumière . Dawn approaches, I must go.”
    Before I could even voice an argument to that, he was gone. No blur, no flicker, simply gone and the room was left smelling of a sea breeze on a late summer evening. The light of the sun could be felt, but not quite seen, as it breached the horizon.
    I rubbed my bare arms, suddenly feeling cold. I didn't think the temperature had dropped, it was more an internal thing, this cold. I looked at my bed. I couldn't go back to sleep. I couldn't risk being sucked into another