His expression tightened. “It’s been a long night. You’re tired.”
I let out a sharp laugh. “You’re right, I am tired. Of all of this. I’m tired of caring what you think about me. I’m tired of my hunger and how it draws me to you. It’s a problem for me, too, in case you didn’t realize that. My life was a hell of a lot easier before you came into it.”
Kraven and the others smartly chose not to be a continuing part of this conversation. They’d backed off, letting Bishop and me have this standoff all by ourselves.
“Is this you being honest with me again?” he asked. “While I hold back?”
“Yeah, what a shock.” I crossed my arms tightly over my chest. “But thanks to that memory meld, now I know why you’re so secretive.”
His teeth were clenched together, madness sparking in his gaze. This conversation was working to unhinge the shaky hold he had on his control. “What happened back then is none of your business. Not yours, not anybody’s.”
My ankle still hurt from being twisted earlier; I hadn’t had a chance yet to ask Cassandra to heal it. But that was the last thing I cared about at the moment.
“You win. I’m leaving,” I said softly. “But can you do me one favor, Bishop?”
He didn’t reply for a moment. “Of course.”
“Stay away from me.”
Surprise slid through his eyes. “What?”
My stomach churned, but I knew I had to say this. Too much had happened tonight. That murder victim had been the final straw. Bishop spent too much time worrying about me, and not enough time keeping everyone else in this city safe. That had to end, and it had to end tonight.
“Being around your soul...” I pushed the words out. “It’s too difficult. I don’t like how I feel when I’m near you. So I want you to do what Cassandra suggested, what the others think you should do, and stay away from me. I want all of you—every one of this team—to stay away from me.”
“Me, too? I’m staying at your house right now, remember?” Cassandra said uncertainly.
“Except for Cassandra,” I amended, glancing in the blonde’s direction. “But you need to give me my space, too. I’m not part of the team anymore.”
“You never were,” Roth grumbled.
Bishop just fixed me with a steady look, his face tense, his eyes glowing soft blue in the darkness surrounding us. “You’re so damn stubborn.”
I tore my gaze from his. “Just stay away from me, Bishop. Please.”
He hissed out a breath. “If that’s what you really want.”
“More than anything.”
I started walking away, my ankle crying out with pain with every step I took. I focused on that pain, welcoming it into my life so I wouldn’t start to cry for real. Or turn around and tell him to forget everything I said, that it was a momentary burst of craziness that I already regretted.
It was the right thing to do. He had to regain his focus. The sooner he did, the sooner this mission would get back on track. And the sooner he could go back to Heaven and be cured.
I wanted to think it was the gray’s dead victim that had inspired this decision, but it was something earlier. Before Stephen, before Seth. It was when Bishop had let me kiss him. How he hadn’t fought it. He’d wanted it as much as I had.
I could have killed him tonight, without any resistance at all.
I cared about him too much to ever want to hurt him like that.
Instead, I’d hurt him in other ways if it would keep him away from me.
I’d gone a few blocks from Ambrosia toward the nearest bus stop before I realized somebody was following me.
My shoulders tensed, but I didn’t have to turn around.
“Did he tell you to come with me?” I asked tightly.
“Uh-huh,” Kraven said. “I’m just a humble foot soldier following orders.”
I let out a groan of frustration. “Awesome. So he’s already ignoring what I asked for.”
“Your charming list of demands? Yeah, well, maybe this will be a onetime thing. Wouldn’t want to cramp your new girl-power lifestyle choices.”
“I can find my own way home.”
I started to ignore him again, but just like last time, he followed me onto the bus when it arrived. He sat in front of me, leaning over the back of the seat to eye me curiously.
“So what’s up?” he asked.
I tensed. “Are you trying to annoy me?”
“Is it working?”
“Yes.”
“You’re grumpy. Did somebody have a fight with her beloved tonight?” He rolled his eyes. “You two are way too intense, even apart from each other. Together, it’s like...ugh. Spare me the drama.”
I crossed my arms, refusing to rise to the demon’s bait. “It’s great how you can ignore death and mayhem so well.”
“It’s a gift.”
I shifted my gaze to look directly at him. “One acquired before or after Bishop killed you?”
That wiped the grin off his face immediately. “You really know how to bring down a fun evening. Is that your special talent? Other than the mind reading and zapping?”
“You could tell me the truth about what happened.”
His smile returned, only it was colder this time. It gave me the chills. “I could. But if there’s one thing you should know about me, Samantha, it’s that you should rarely trust anything I say.”
Only at rare moments like this did I think I was chipping past the demon’s thick armor and seeing the real James beneath it all. I found that oddly encouraging. “You called me Samantha.”
He cocked his head. “It’s your name, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. But I usually get gray-girl or sweetness.”
“Two adorable nicknames.”
“Two sarcastic slurs.”
“Potato, po-tah-to.”
And just like that, his mask of smart-ass indifference was back up. I gripped the edge of my vinyl-covered seat as the bus turned a corner. My dagger pressed against my right leg, which only served to remind me of the night Bishop visited me in my bedroom, kneeling in front of me to help strap the sheath around my bare thigh.
“I honestly have no idea what to think about you, Kraven,” I said, turning my gaze to the city streets speeding past us.
His grin widened. “Are you saying you think about me? Like...in the shower, maybe?”
I shot him a look. “You wish.”
“Where’s a genie when a guy needs one?”
I kept looking at him, trying to see past that mischievous sparkle in his eyes to the real Kraven underneath. “I’m sorry that happened to you. Really. I know how much you cared about him.”
His expression froze and something raw and pained slid behind his amber-colored eyes. “Forget it. I have.”
“Sure you have.”
I’d succeeded in making the demon stop talking to me just when I wanted him to talk. But even I knew when to stop pushing.
The bus came to a stop and I got off, favoring my ankle. I wasn’t an expert, but I didn’t think I’d hurt it as badly as I’d initially thought. It already felt better than earlier.
It surprised me that Kraven continued to follow me. I thought I’d more than outstayed my welcome with him tonight.
“Ready to talk?” I asked without turning around to look him in the face.
“You know, maybe you should focus on the problems you have right now rather than look to others’ problems as a distraction. It won’t fix what’s broken.”
He knew me a little too well. “Let me ask you a couple questions.”
He caught up to me so we walked side by side. His expression was so serious that for a moment I could really see the resemblance between him and his brother in the line of their jaw, the shape of their eyes, and along their cheekbones. It wasn’t always so obvious. “Why? Is it because you’re madly in love with him and you want to find the answers to save him, body and soul?”
His words were like a punch to my gut, hearing them spilled s
o carelessly out in the open. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Or maybe you want to save me.” His elusive smile returned. “Maybe ever since our little experiments started you can’t get me off your mind and you’re dying to kiss me again. You’re all—Bishop’s kind of cute for an emo angel boy, but that brother of his? Way hotter.”
I glared at him. “Who’s Kara?”
“Pass.” He kept his eyes on the sidewalk in front of us. “Next?”
“I think she must have done some spell to make him go crazy.”
He raked a hand through his hair. “Crazy. That’s a good word.”
“Was she a girlfriend?” I persisted, undeterred. “Yours or Bishop’s? What happened to her?”
“Next question,” he hissed out from between his teeth. “Or I’m leaving.”
I deflated. I didn’t doubt he’d just walk away. I’d tread on dangerous territory. But what wouldn’t be dangerous territory when it came to him and Bishop?
“Is Kraven your last name?”
“Yes.” He gave me an unpleasant grin. “See? That one wasn’t so tough.”
“You said once that you and Bishop had different fathers, which is why you have different coloring. Who was your father?”
He was silent for a few heavy moments. “A man who had a great deal of money, but wasn’t interested in claiming a bastard as his son. I took his last name anyway just to piss him off.” His lips curved to one side and there was a dim red glow to his eyes now, betraying his fluctuating emotions. “Believe me? Or do you think I’m lying? Do you think this is some sort of interesting puzzle? That solving it will help everything make sense? You’d be wrong.”
He was right about one thing. Focusing on his past helped me forget my own present, if only for a few minutes. “I’m not wrong.”
My house was at the end of the block. I was limping now and he noticed, not that he said anything or offered to slow down.
“My turn,” he said. “I have a couple questions for you now.”
I kept my focus on my driveway. My mother’s car was parked there, giving the illusion that someone was home. I’d left a light on in the living-room window. No one would guess the house was completely empty.
“You can ask,” I said tightly. “I can’t guarantee I’ll be any more cooperative than you’ve been.”
“Noted. Okay, so I’ve been thinking a lot about your special skills, gray-girl. Blondie seems to think you have supernatural intuition.”
My stomach started churning nervously. “I guess that’s what I have.”
“Yeah, but why? That’s the question. What makes you so special?” When I didn’t answer him, he leaned closer so he could whisper. “I was right, wasn’t I? You are adopted. And I’m guessing your birth parents were a little...unusual. Maybe a true case of opposites attracting, if you know what I mean? And I think that you do.”
I recoiled from him. “You’re wrong.”
He gave me a patient look. “Lying’s an acquired talent. Takes years to master. I should know. Bishop knows the truth, doesn’t he? It’s one of your lovey-dovey secrets. Something I’m betting my bottom dollar that he told you not to reveal to any of the rest of us. Cue dramatic music.”
I needed to stay calm and not give anything away. He was just fishing, looking for information. Trying to read my expression. Kraven, despite his troubled past, was a demon. A troublemaker. He wanted to make this difficult for me. It was in his nature.
“Whatever, Kraven,” I said smoothly. We’d reached my house and I didn’t hesitate to go up the driveway. I stopped at the front door before I braved another look at him. “You seem to know everything, don’t you?”
“Unfortunately not. But I know enough. I’ve seen enough.” He swept his gaze down the front of me. “All that supernatural energy in such a petite body. You’d think it might burst right out of the seams.”
He knew. Without even saying the exact words, without any confirmation from me, he’d figured out my secret. Bishop had put such fear into me about anyone finding out. I was frozen to the spot, unable to move.
I turned away from him to face my front door, trying to figure out a way to fish into my jeans and pull out my dagger. I reached for the waistband.
He grabbed my wrist. “You don’t have to be afraid of me. And you don’t have to make a pathetic attempt to reach for your little weapon. I mean, let’s not get insulting here.”
“I can zap you even without a weapon,” I said through clenched teeth.
“You can try. But it would be a waste of time. I’m not planning on telling anyone your little secret, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
I turned to face him. “Maybe I don’t trust you.”
“Smart girl. And you’re smart not to trust my brother, either. If you’re not careful, he might put a knife in your back like he did with me.”
He let go of me, and walked away without a backward glance. I watched until he’d disappeared into the shadows before I scrambled for my key and let myself into the house.
The demon knew my secret.
And the scariest thing was, at this very moment, that was the least of my problems.
Chapter 18
Cassandra knocked quietly on my bedroom door at one o’clock when she got back to the house. “Samantha, are you still awake?”
I pulled my sheets up to my neck and tried to be quiet.
Go away, I thought. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to talk to anyone.
After a minute, my ruse worked. I listened as she padded down the hall toward the guest room.
I wasn’t a huge fan of hiding from the world and my problems, but tonight I would do just that.
Sleep was elusive, as it usually was lately. I drifted from one nightmare to the next, tossing and turning until I finally woke up just before six o’clock, twisted in my sheets so much it took effort to unravel myself.
I didn’t try to sleep again. Instead, I got up, showered and got dressed.
I choked down a large breakfast in the hope that it would ease my hunger this morning. I didn’t know how it was possible, but I was more hungry after I’d finished than I’d been to start with.
Increased hunger. Increased cold.
Both signs of oncoming stasis.
I wanted to hate Stephen, figuring somehow that might make everything easier, but the fear I’d seen in his eyes last night had quickly worked its way under my skin. I wished he would have let me try to help him. Instead, he’d run in the opposite direction as fast as he could.
We all choose our path to walk. Even by not choosing, we’re still making a choice that will affect our lives for better or worse.
I left the house before Cassandra got up, hoping to avoid any discussions with the angel that might involve what happened last night and the topic of Bishop—because thinking about him right now wasn’t going to help.
It was still bright and early when I got to school—my sanctuary. The place where I felt the most in control of my life. I might not be the most popular kid, not even close, but I knew what to expect. I got good grades, my teachers liked me; I felt like I belonged. Just the sight of the lockers, shiny linoleum floors and the faint hum of the fluorescent lights gave me a welcome sense of calm. At least, a small piece of it.
I stared at Carly’s abandoned locker for a full minute before opening my own next to it.
“Why do you always worry so much?” she’d say when I was down or overwhelmed about something. Pick a topic, there was always something on my mind causing me angst. “Worrying doesn’t change anything. And it’s a complete waste of energy.”
“Plus, it causes wrinkles,” I’d add drily.
“Exactly!”
Don’t worry, be happy. Yeah, easier said than done.
I slid down to the ground, pulling my legs in to hug them to my chest. Today I wore black opaque tights and a skirt that fell to my knees. Much easier access to the dagger if I needed it. I touched the reassuring outline of the gold knife thro
ugh the garment. Just to be annoying, my mind immediately delivered an image of Bishop kneeling in front of me, his warm hands brushing against my skin.
I squeezed my eyes shut, tried to breathe normally and attempted to focus on what I was going to do next. Thinking about Bishop was a distraction, even on good days, and right now I didn’t need to be more distracted than I already was. I told him I’d find the answers on my own. I’d meant it.
Last night, however, I’d been way more confident. Today...well, today just seemed hopeless.
Then again, Tuesdays had never been my favorite day of the week.
Someone nearby made a sound of disgust, an “ugh” that made me crack one eye open to see who was at school as early as I was.
Jordan stood in front of me with her arms crossed over her chest.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded.
“Free country, last time I checked. You?”
“I have stuff to do.”
I couldn’t help notice the dark circles around her eyes. Since I was certain they were from sleepless nights thinking about Julie’s suicide, I chose not to mention them. I didn’t like Jordan, but I wasn’t that cruel.
“Stuff to do at seven in the morning?” I asked.
“I wanted to get an assignment done early.”
“Good for you. Don’t let me stop you.”
Jordan rummaged through her purse and something fell and hit my leg. I reached for the business card and pack of gum.
“Give that to me.” She thrust her hand out to me impatiently.
It was the card to the modeling agency—the one the scout had given to Julie. “Why do you still have this?”
She snatched it away from me. “Because I’m going there. I just need to drop my assignment off at first period, then I’m out of here. I’m going to find out if I’m right—that there was something strange about that woman.”
I pushed myself up to my feet and looked at her warily. “Not a good idea.”
Her expression only became more determined. “There’s something strange going on in Trinity.”
She worried me when she said stuff like this. Knowledge was power—but it could also be dangerous. And in some cases, deadly. “It’s a big city. There’s always strange stuff going on.”
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