While creating a Vampire or a Siren, wasn’t as frowned upon, they actually possessed their souls.
Demon. Did not.
Though they did still have feelings.
And that was the saddest part of all. They could feel, they could hope all they wanted… it was always in vain.
“But we still try.” The Demon locked eyes with me. “We will try every day until our penance is over. We will try to stay in the good graces of Angels and Dark Ones alike.”
“Thank you,” Cassius mumbled. The rain stopped, and the darkness returned. “Track the blood.”
“The Darkness…” The Demon whispered as Cassius grabbed my arm. “It has her, Cassius. I can feel it.”
Cassius
I BLOCKED MY THOUGHTS from her. The last thing she needed was to be aware of my concern. Bringing her to the Demon was twofold. I needed information, and next to the wolves they were the best trackers we had, besides, there was no loyalty within their ranks.
Someone would talk.
Because they were constantly fighting for dominance, control. And when that person did talk, I hoped it would be loud enough for me to hear.
I also wanted to see if the Demon could sense the dark swirling within her, I was too close to the situation. Funny, I suddenly cared too much about our joint futures, our destinies that I was also blinded from hers.
The minute we mated.
Her future was lost to me.
Every time I touched her, I heard Darkness whispering.
She wasn’t even aware that Darkness was speaking, but like a slow storm it was building, brewing, and I could do nothing but hope that in the end, I would be strong enough to bring her away from the temptation that every immortal being who possessed Angel blood was given—to be like a god.
It was a lie.
Darkness twisted its lies in such a way, that the air didn’t taste bitter, but clear for the first time, because not every lie spoken, was done outright, yet woven with tiny bits and pieces of truth.
I shuddered and returned my thoughts to the Demons.
My money was on Timber, but I refused to visit him until Stephanie had more control of her powers.
She might be stronger.
But Timber was evil, and the Darkness in her would recognize his evil, and want to unite with it. Regardless of who was standing next to her, regardless of who I was to her, she’d be tempted, because we’re always tempted when we don’t understand things.
I had never told her the road would be easy.
I wished it were.
“What does he mean?” Stephanie asked once we were in the parking lot near the water at Pike Place Market. So normal, to walk with her hand in hand as we maneuvered our way through fish throwing and people selling flowers.
The flowers leaned toward us as we walked by, sensing the lifeblood flowing through our veins.
The wind picked up as insects paused whatever they were doing and watched. Curiously waiting to see if we would bring about the destruction we were so known for—or if we truly were just walking by the flowers.
Nature held its breath.
And I held Stephanie’s hand.
Her fingertips pressed against mine. It was really all I needed, but like a sick reminder of the direction of her thoughts, I sensed the Darkness in her, wrapping its black tendrils around her neck, choking her.