Seduced by Darkness (The Seduced Saga Book 5)

by Alex Lux

  "You're becoming Nephilim. Full Nephilim?"

  Drake nodded and Sam averted her eyes.

  "Ah. Well, that's going to be interesting," I said, rummaging my brain for what we'd all recently learned of these angel/human hybrids.

  Ocean ran out of the mansion before we could make our way in and threw herself into my arms. "You're back! How was it? Did you use any of the clothes I sent with you?"

  Our packing experience seemed a lifetime ago, but I laughed at my best friend's enthusiasm. She had her long auburn hair in two braids that made her look very country, which was a new look for her. "It's good to see you."

  She leaned in, whispering in my ear. "IPI is here and I've been working with them. They've got some wicked weapons!" IPI, International Paranormal Investigations, had recruited Ocean after we took down our coven leader and my mother. But she hadn't decided yet if it was right for her. Maybe this would help her make up her mind.

  "Are Brad and Professional Shaw still here?" Professor Shaw helped run this school with Father Patrick and Brad was Drake's best friend growing up. He was human, no para-powers to speak of, but he'd created a blog that had gone viral once paranormals came out, interviewing them and showing their 'human side' to the world.

  Ocean shook her head. "They left when Drake recovered. The professor had another international relations meeting to go to in… France, I think. And Brad got an email from some big-wig in Washington, D.C. and left with such excitement I thought he'd self-combust."

  I smiled. "Good for them. Has Hope been okay since I left?" I was looking forward to cuddling up with my not-quite-a-puppy-anymore Siberian Husky—a wedding gift from my husband.

  "I took good care of her. We went on lots of runs, but I'm sure she's excited to see you again!"

  We linked arms as Father Patrick ushered us all into the mansion. "Enough of this for now, I've had tea and lunch made for us. You all must be starving."

  The priest glanced at the bishop. "Welcome back, Alaric. I trust things will go more smoothly from now on?"

  Alaric creased his lips but nodded. "I understand more of what you're trying to do here. I can't say I agree with all of your decisions, but I'm not trying to destroy the sanctuary you've built. The Pope still wants me here, so we're going to have to learn to work together."

  Everyone turned when a grazing deer shifted into an ancient man with many animal parts. Kids playing outside stopped and stared. Talon walked up to us.

  "This is Talon," I said. "He's here to help me learn my new abilities."

  Father Patrick studied the old druid with a curious look. "I've not seen your kind since… well, since a long time."

  "We shall have to exchange stories," said Talon. "I've not seen my kind since her." He gestured at me, and Father Patrick nodded knowingly.

  "So that is where her path lies," he said. I thought I saw sadness in his eyes. Did everyone fear my new abilities?

  Once all the greetings were finished, we went into the dining hall and ate until our stomachs were ready to burst.

  Sam sat across from me and kept looking at me oddly.

  Alaric asked about the murders. "Has anyone come any closer to finding out who has been killing paranormals?" he asked.

  It must have been a relief for him to know Ryder wasn't a serial killer, though the fact that he had targeted Ana as well made me cringe. Still, I had my doubts he could have done it. Going after Drake was one thing, but a child? I'd seen into his soul. Just a glimpse, but I knew he wouldn't have hurt her.

  I looked over at the little girl sitting between her parents, her cheeks red and rosy from playing outside, a twig still in her long hair. No, he wouldn't have hurt her.

  At the end of the lunch Sam pulled me aside. "Rose, I have to talk to you. Privately. It's…" she looked around, her eyes landing on Derek who stood talking to Drake, "…it's about Ryder."

  A cool breeze ruffled my hair as I followed Sam outside and toward the bench under the weeping willow. I had several questions running through my mind, but I knew she could hear them all with her mind reading, so I figured she'd answer them when she was ready.

  We sat and looked at the lake. I pulled my jacket tighter around me. The sun hid behind clouds and shadows from the trees cast the lake in an ominous darkness.

  Finally, she turned to me, her face pinched in worry, her aura pulsing in oranges and reds. "I debated about telling you this. It's not really my business and I shouldn't even know this, but then I thought if it were me I'd want to know, so…"

  My heart hammered in my chest like something horrible was about to happen to me, but I couldn't imagine what. "Sam, just say it. You're freaking me out."

  She twisted her hands and looked down at her lap, breathing deeply. This didn't help me feel happy and calm.

  "Sam." I put more force in my voice as my stomach dropped.

  "I didn't mean to do it," she said.

  "Do what?" I stood and she stood, both of us tense and agitated.

  "I didn't mean to dip into Derek's mind. It was when I contacted him to tell you about Drake and what they discovered about Ryder not being the killer."

  My pulse quickened, chest tightening.

  She cleared her throat. "I'm so sorry, Rose."

  "What!" I was at my edge.

  "After the battle, I saw it in Derek's mind, after it, when Ryder was released…"

  "What happened?" Oh God. What did my husband do?

  "Derek followed him."

  No. Please no.

  "And killed him."

  THREE

  Demand Me Nothing

  DEREK

  Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:

  From this time forth I never will speak word.

  — William Shakespeare, Othello

  DRAKE AND I were discussing his transformation when Sam came in first, her face sad as she communicated something with her husband.

  "I gotta go, dude. Sorry. Let's catch up later," Drake said as he walked out of the dining hall with Sam, who cast me a look I couldn't quite interpret.

  When Rose came in, I knew.

  Her face was the color of her name and she stormed toward me, anger flashing in her eyes. "You killed him?" she hissed. "After everything we went through, you killed him? How could you, Derek? He was innocent!"

  "I didn't know that at the time," I said. "And he wasn't innocent. He still almost killed Drake and would have killed Ana. Do you think someone like that should live?"

  "He wouldn't have killed a child, I saw that in his soul. As for Drake, he's my friend too, but he didn't die. And Ryder had his reasons for hating Nephilim."

  A growl formed in my chest and I stomped down my wolf nature. "So you and Ryder got close while we were there?"

  "Not close," she said, her hazel eyes full of tears, caramel hair windblown from being outside. "But while I was out walking I found him in the bathing hall and he told me something of his story. At least I think it was his story. You don't understand what he'd been through."

  My jaw clenched and I tried to stay calm, but what the fuck? "You hung out with him while he took a bath?"

  She glared at me. "It wasn't like that and you know it. You're missing the point entirely. I understand him a bit more than I did before, and he didn't deserve to die."

  "We'll have to agree to disagree about this."

  She stood still, too still, then turned and stormed away before I could say anything. I hoped she wouldn't tell Alaric. I didn't like the old bishop, but I didn't want to fight him to the death, either.

  My skin felt feverish and I knew I would say or do something I'd regret if I didn't get out of there.

  The air outside bit my skin, cooling me as I inhaled deeply. I made my way into the woods then shifted into my wolf and ran.

  The sun had already risen full in the sky by the time I returned from the hunt. I felt invigorated, alive and a little unwilling to shift back to human, but I still hadn't figured out how to fix things with Rose, so I went to the only person
I knew who could offer me advice I might consider taking.

  Father Patrick sat at his desk in his large room reading an old leather-bound book when I found him. No ebooks for this guy. He seemed like a man who came from another era and time. His door hung open, but I knocked on it anyways, not wanting to startle him.

  He looked up, a flop of white hair covering one eye, and smiled as he took off his silver reading glasses. "Derek, it's good to see you. Come in. Can I get you some tea?"

  A pile of old books sat on the corner of his desk and a chipped tea cup rested on its saucer in front of the book he'd been reading. Everything else in his room was tidy. A twin bed with a dark comforter tucked in neatly, several bookshelves with his private collection, a reading chair with lamp in one corner with his desk in another and a spare chair for visitors. I took the spare chair. "I don't suppose you have something stronger?" I asked.

  "Ah, one of those kinds of days. Well, I think I can round something up, yes." He poured me some tea from the teapot I hadn't seen before and took a bottle of clear liquid from the bottom drawer of his desk. "One shot or two?"

  "What is it?"

  "Something special I got a long time ago. It's got a kick."

  "Two."

  He accommodated and handed me the tea cup, then put a dollop of the 'special stuff' in his. I assumed it was some backwoods moonshine, but I didn't care. I downed it in one long gulp, feeling the burning of the tea and the liquor creating a trail through my body, lacing me with heat as it settled into my bones. I instantly felt more relaxed.

  "I've never been to confession," I told him, surprised my words weren't slurring.

  "This isn't a confessional, son, just a place for you to tell an old man what's on your mind, if you so choose."

  "I killed someone, and I don't really regret it. But Rose found out and she's pissed. More pissed than I've ever seen her."

  I waited for him to show some shock, disgust, outrage, something, but he sat and sipped his tea, waiting for me to continue, so I told him everything that had happened on that mountain in Italy. I described how Ryder's body looked as it fell down the hill, blood trailing behind him in the snow. How it felt to see his life leave him. How I'd do it again if I had to, because he was dangerous and shouldn't be alive.

  "I could apologize to Rose, tell her I was wrong," I said at the end.

  "But you're not sorry. You don't believe you were wrong."

  "Do you think I was wrong?"

  He thought for a moment. "That's not for me to say. I don't judge others, lest I be judged in like. We've all done things that could be considered wrong to others that were right for us to do. You are the only person who can say if what you did was just and right. None other can judge you."

  I shifted in my chair, my head spinning from the drink. "What do I do about Rose?"

  "Did you ask her what she learned about Ryder? Have you considered getting to know the man you killed?"

  "Why?" I really didn't want to know him anymore than I already did.

  "Because you might find he is more like you than you realize. I think Rose just wants you to see the whole picture, to gain a deeper understanding of the person you sentenced to death. To think past revenge."

  I left Father Patrick's room more confused than when I'd entered. I didn't want to get to know Ryder. I'd find a different way of winning Rose back.

  I started with flowers picked from the back garden and made a trip to the kitchen to see if our chef, Greta, had any of her gourmet chocolates in stock.

  The portly chef stood with her back to me, facing the stove as she stirred something in a giant pot and hummed an unfamiliar and haunting tune in a rich alto.

  "Greta?"

  She turned, smiling wide, her white teeth bright against her dark brown skin. "Derek! How lovely you here." She waved a spatula at me dripping with a red sauce. "Tonight we dine on special Indian recipe passed down through family."

  "Sounds wonderful." Greta was new to our school, and brought with her a paranormal ability that made her an exquisite cook. She'd quickly become one of the favorites in the school, winning each of us over from the first bite.

  She squinted at me, her dark eyes narrowing. "But you no here for tasty? You need something else, yes?"

  I nodded, and was about to speak, when she spotted my flowers.

  "Ah, you in trouble with wifey, yes? Greta make it right." She bustled around the kitchen, pulling out a small red tin and filling it with chocolates from her secret stash behind the spices. Everyone knew about her secret stash, but if she ever noticed her chocolates missing, she never said.

  She sealed the tin and handed it to me. "You go say sorry, you hear?"

  I scoffed. "How do you know I was the one at fault?"

  To that she grinned knowingly, kissed my cheek and bustled me out of the kitchen. "You the man and that Rose of yours, she no mess up. Now shoo! I have cook to make."

  I shooed, heading straight to my little cabin at the edge of the woods, hoping Rose would be there and be happy to see me.

  Rose looked down at the chocolates, and I could tell she wanted one badly, but she covered the tin and set it on the kitchen counter, then put the flowers in a vase and set them aside, all in a soft silence that nearly broke me.

  "Rose, please, I hate fighting with you." I pulled her into my arms and kissed her deeply, but she pulled away, her face a vision of conflict.

  "I hate it too, Derek, but flowers and chocolates and kisses can't fix this one. We need to talk. I need you to understand my point of view."

  My temper rose again. "To understand it, or agree with it?"

  She scowled at me. "Obviously I'd love for you to agree with me, but for now I'd settle for genuine understanding. You're not willing to do that."

  "I do understand, I just don't agree." I folded my arms over my chest.

  "No, you don't. You don't want to understand because you're afraid if you do, if you allow yourself to truly hear me, to truly understand more about Ryder, then you'll have to face what you did, and that terrifies you."

  FOUR

  A Weapon

  SAM

  Behold, I have a weapon;

  A better never did itself sustain

  Upon a soldier's thigh:

  — William Shakespeare, Othello

  RELATIONSHIPS ARE COMPLICATED things. We are inextricably tied to another human being, through love, through need, through desire, and yet there always remains a distance. We can never be as close as we may want, as connected as we may feel.

  I could read my husband's mind, something most people can't say. And yet, even I didn't know how to reach him. Drake had been avoiding me since he woke up transformed into Nephilim and had bitten me.

  I covered my hand over the spot on my neck, now fully healed, and took a deep breath. That all ended tonight.

  I lit the last candle, our bedroom now alight with hundreds of flickering flames. Rose petals had been sprinkled over our bed, a trail leading Drake from the front door to here.

  My red lingerie curved and cupped my body perfectly, and I'd let my long dark hair hang down my back in shiny waves and applied make-up for the first time in a long time. Being a mom didn't always allow for dress-up but with Luke and Lucy in town I had built-in babysitters, and they agreed eagerly to keep Ana for the night so I could fix things with my husband.

  The music seemed too loud, so I turned it down just as the front door opened. Drake would see a path made of candles and rose petals leading to me.

  "Sam?"

  I spoke in his mind. Follow the path.

  His footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor.

  I checked to make sure everything was perfect. Our dark purple comforter and red rose petals looked sexy and inviting, and I hoped I did, too.

  When he opened the door to our room, he sucked in his breath, then exhaled slowly. "Sam?"

  "Drake."

  "What is all this?"

  I frowned. "If you have to ask, I must be doing it wrong."


  But looking down at his pants, I didn't think that was the case. I grinned at the power I held to make him hard so quickly.

  "You're not doing it wrong." His voice sounded husky, deep and needy, but fear flickered over his face.

  "I know what you're thinking," I said, to which he smirked at that. "Occupational hazard, but seriously, I understand. You're scared. You don't want to hurt me. I get it."

  "Do you?" He ran a tanned hand through his blond hair. "Because I don't. I don't understand what's happening to me and I don't know what I'm capable of. I can't risk you or Ana."

  "Which is why you've suddenly had double the work at Elysium that keeps you away from the house as much as possible?" I cocked my hip and locked eyes with him.

  He looked down, but didn't say anything.

  "Drake, let's not even start on the fact that I have no desire to be a single mom. We won't talk about the inherent unfairness of you leaving all childcare work to me because of your fear, or the fact that your remarkable daughter thought you were going to die and needs her daddy."

  He flinched at my words, but I didn't feel bad.

  "But we will talk about the bite. About your change. About the fact that I still need my husband."

  He took a step toward me, but then stopped. "What if I hurt you?"

  Now I had my own confession to make. I blushed. Not as sexually adventurous as Rose and Ocean, I'd only just started learning how to express what I wanted, how to… talk dirty. It was scary…and exhilarating, freeing, to embrace my own sexuality and I wanted more. "You didn't hurt me." I closed the distance between us and placed a hand on his chest, reveling in his strength and sexiness. "I… liked it."

  His eyes widened. "Liked it?"

  I nodded and pressed my body against his, rubbing against his hard cock. "Yes. It turned me on. I've been so horny since then and you've disappeared. I need you. I need you inside me. I need you to bite me again."