Reach your full potential! A voice screamed in my head.
End them all! Just as I taught you! The pain only goes away when you lose control, Alex.
“No.” Cassius pulled the word into existence and then placed a hand on my head. “Alex you must learn to control yourself.”
“Don’t. Want. To.” I snarled. “Let me kill them!”
“They healed her when you did not.” Cassius leaned down to my eye level; his irises were a bright white. “Is that not friendship?”
“I didn’t know.”
“Bullshit,” came Mason’s reply.
“Downstairs,” Cassius whispered. “All of you.”
For once, nobody argued.
And I was left alone with the stupid angel.
The last person I wanted to be left with. Cassius saw too much. Because he saw everything, and thanks to his good ol’ angelic dad — the blood that ran through his veins was so pure it was a miracle he was able to even exist on the human plane without destroying everything in his path.
“You withhold yourself from her.” Cassius tilted his head. “Why?”
“Elf,” I managed to get out. “She is an elf.”
Cassius was quiet and then stood. “I see.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do.” His tone was damned irritating, so calm, so rational. All of the things I wasn’t and would never be.
“I am her death.”
“No.” Cassius shuddered as he lifted his eyes heavenward, an icy mist began to fall from the ceiling. “I cannot see the future, you know this, only possibilities.”
“Mine is death.”
“You’re wrong.” Cassius’s eyes flashed white before the mist fell to the ground coating my room like an ice skating rink. “I see… Hope.”
Hope
DIRT CAKED MY fingernails as I dug into the new flowerbed and planted more of the purple tulips that the immortals found spellbinding.
Sweat poured down my back, creating a really nice stream as it made its way down my legs and into my flip-flops.
And technically — my shift ended hours ago.
But I wasn’t sure where to go.
Home?
To my apartment?
To Ethan’s house?
Where was home anyway?
Home.