A Face Made For Daylight

Part 1:There's a circle of witches

Hey everyone!  I decided to split the second last chapter into two parts because I wanted Alistair and Stella to have their smut.   The smut is in the middle  ----I could be a lot worse but I have a story to tell.

The first and last part are SO soft <3

This chapter and the next will be the only chapters that have AM songs so I'm using this gif perfectly to fit this chapter.  This entire book was a nod to Blues and Jazz to stay authentic to the storyline and the timeline of the characters.  But I picked two songs and She's Thunderstorms is the first one.

I hope you enjoy it.  I am going to try posting part 2 tonight.  Get ready----it killed me writing it.

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October 30th- 10:00 p.m. Seattle

After Nathaniel delivered the news of the witches' union, Stella and Alistair laid in bed, and talked all evening. He laid on his back resting one arm behind his head looking at the ceiling above. Stella curled into him, miles away in a dream state. His fingers played with a few strands of her hair. Both of them were fully clothed, him in a blue t-shirt and jeans and Stella in her silk robe. It reminded him of their not so distant past before he could taste her, feel her, kiss her.

Stella entered his life one month ago, yet it feels like he knew her his entire life, both mortal and immortal. Tonight she listened to him. He exposed every detail of his past. Every fear he felt, every doubt he had, and every sin he committed with the shackles of Marie around his neck. The worst sin of all, was the one he committed against Stella without the aid of Marie.

He didn't think it was possible for her to forgive him, to understand him. But she did. She saw his intention, accepted his past, understood his logic. He shut his eyes recalling his decision altering her future. He clenched his jaw wondering if Stella meant it, if she forgave him, or if she was holding onto anger that would one day resurface. This mistake would haunt him. No amount of good deeds would ever redeem him.

He opened his eyes, turning his attention to her. He watched her sleep nuzzled into him. He exhaled softly knowing she was near. A smile slowly curved on his lips. Stella, the girl he met on a park bench, a hunt he was going to taste and discard, became his soul mate. His destined path. And one day, his wife. For now, Stella forgave him. But after the ritual, he vowed he wouldn't rest until he found a way to get a hold of any remaining records from the clinic.

Nothing is lost forever. Except her mortality.

He felt his heart sink remembering how close it was to being over. Stella confessed that when she told him they were over, that she meant it. Still she wanted to help him. He couldn't believe how beautiful her heart was.

He never knew love like this. Pure yet exciting, warm yet passionate. Even Tabitha's love was different. Kind in its own way, but Stella was something he couldn't imagine even if he tried.

Stella confessed to him that she wanted to free him from his curse, but she was planning on leaving after the ritual. She changed her mind almost immediately. He can still hear their conversation:

"Why won't you leave after the ritual now? Why stay— what changed your mind Stella?"

"Honestly? You. Who you really are. On the inside. It's the only you I see when I close my eyes. And I couldn't let you live forever in guilt when your mistakes were made from loving me."

"What I did---It may have cost you your life. How can you forgive me?"

"No one should live in guilt forever. You and your brother showed me the damage of it. Alistair, even if I did get a cure for my condition--- I'm still human."