“My, God.” I shuddered pushing past the group and nearly impaling Marcus against the doorknob in an effort to break down the door. “What have you done?”
“Not me.” Marcus’s lips turned up in a smile. “This… is all on you, my King.”
“Arrogant bastard.” I shoved him aside and pulled open the door. .
“John?” I whispered.
John’s eyes widened and then narrowed as he whispered in a low voice. “You.”
“John.” I shook my head, unable to process how he was standing in front of me. Had he been given immortal
ity? Was this Sariel’s doing? How was he alive? He should have died in Greece.
“You killed her!” John screamed. “And you will die for it. You will all die.”
Stephanie stood in front of me just as John charged, with a flick of her wrist she slammed him against the wall and then covered her mouth as if shocked that she was able to do it in the first place.
John was knocked unconscious.
“Someone gave him immortality…” Marcus folded his arms as if he didn’t have a care in the world for the angry Demon. “And someone… is helping him create more Demon… almost as if…” Marcus’s grin was slow, as his teeth protruded into long yellow fangs. “… as if history is repeating itself, hmm Cassius?”
Mason howled.
For it had been Mason who had checked in on the children when it was too painful for me.
And it had been Mason, who had lost track of them.
A Wolf lost track of their scent.
A year after we saved them.
A year after her death.
It was as if they no longer existed.
“We’ll take him back,” I said.
“We’ll what?” Ethan repeated. “You’re kidding right? No chance in hell am I putting a Demon in my guest room!”
“Don’t be silly.” Alex flicked his hand. “We’ll put him in the dungeon. Been years since we’ve had a plaything in chains. Think of the Instagram posts we could have!”
Mason went over to John and leaned over his body. “It is him, it is his scent. Do we know who did this to him?”
Marcus sighed. “Your guess is as good as mine, but he knows how to create. And has been creating for the past three weeks. We’ve killed off the ones that were… created wrong.”
“And when you say created… wrong?” Stephanie asked.
Marcus swallowed. “Immortality does not always take.”
Stephanie shared a look with me, but I shook my head, it was for another time. After all, it was no fairy tale, the deformities that attacked a human body when it rejected immortality.
“Thank you.” Offering thanks to the Demon was the exact opposite of what I wanted to do, but he had helped us. “What is it you hope to gain from helping the council?”
Marcus licked his lips. “There is a human girl. She was created, she’s… I feel for her. I do not wish to destroy her, nor do I wish for her death. If you could…” Marcus eyes were pleading. Oh hell, I knew what he was going to ask.
“Everyone leave but Stephanie,” I whispered.
Ethan growled, “Like hell, Cassius.”