A sense of anticipation and triumph flared, one she tried her best to hide. “Why? I’m a curious creature. What? More than once you and your friends have mentioned the people around you are human, implying you yourselves are not. The white-haired man—”
“Torin.”
“Torin even said you are something better. The boogeyman is not better.”
He continued to hold the glass without drinking. Don’t stare. Shouldn’t appear too eager.
“I know you’re not a literal monster,” she said. Had she put a tad too much emphasis on the word?
“So you think we’re...what?” he asked. “Delusional?”
No reason to lie. “Yes. But what do you think you are?”
“Immortal.”
She barked out a laugh. “Like vampires? Werewolves?” The current movie fad.
“If I were a bloodsucker, you would already be drained. If I were a wolf, you would be chained to my bed and used as a pack whore. A kurva jebat’, you’d call it.”
There wasn’t an ounce of amusement in his tone, and she sobered, realizing he truly believed what he was saying—believed creatures of the night existed.
“I’ll tell no one,” she said, raising her right hand. In fiction, otherworldly predators liked to keep their origins a secret, often killing the ones who discovered the truth. “You have my word.”
“Tell whoever you’d like. You’ll be labeled crazy. Insane.” He shrugged and at long last drained the glass.
Relief bathed her, cool and sweet. She waited, watching him closely for any sign of sedation, but nothing changed.
Rule eight: distract when necessary. “Convince me. Tell me about your life.”
“Again, why should I bother?”
“Because I’d really love to hear your story?”
“That’s insufficient enticement.”
“So...what do you want?”
His gaze heated. He inhaled sharply, as if he wasn’t pleased with the direction of his thoughts. Or maybe he was a little too pleased. His pants suddenly looked tighter.
The moisture in her mouth dried. She pressed her hands together, forming a steeple. “Just tell me. Pretty please. Please!”
The plea...actually softened his expression. “For centuries I lived in Mount Olympus, a guard to Zeus. I’m sure you’ve heard of him. Everyone has. My friends and I were vastly offended when he gave his greatest treasure, dimOuniak, to a female to guard. You know this treasure as Pandora’s box. To punish Zeus, we stole it, opened it and unleashed the demons trapped inside it.”
Wait, wait, wait. “Demons?”
A curt nod. “He decided to punish us and cursed us to host a demon inside our bodies. I was given Distrust, though I was liberated from him the day I was beheaded.”
She snorted. “Beheaded? And yet, here you are, alive and well.”
“Alive, yes. Well, no. No one, immortal or human, is merely a body. We have spirits and as you can see, my spirit is still very much intact.”
“You’re saying you’re a ghost?”
“In a fashion.” He set his empty glass on the side table, his arm disappointingly steady. “I spent the past four thousand years trapped inside a prison realm. Until a few weeks ago, when I was freed just like the demons in the box.”
“Demons,” she repeated hollowly. She accepted the supernatural and always had. The world, humans and animals were so amazingly intricate, so perfectly honed, and so clearly of intelligent design, she knew there was a God...and if there was a God, there were guardian angels.
Her guardian angel was on vacation. Obviously.
Also, she’d seen far too much evil not to believe there were demons ruled by a devil. But...but...
Baden wasn’t an immortal. He couldn’t be. Things like this didn’t happen to people like her. Normal. Ordinary.
“Where’s your laughter now, nevesta?”
Her eyes narrowed on him. He dared mock her? “Perhaps I’m too busy wondering if you’re going to blame your crimes on the demon.”
“No,” he said, surprising her. “I’m no longer possessed. Not by a demon, anyway. I’m not sure what inhabits me now. A dark presence...a beast named Destruction. But I don’t blame him for what was done at the chapel. I made my own choices. I pulled the trigger. I wielded the blade.”
A beast? Destruction? “You hurt the men in the chapel so easily. I’m guessing violence isn’t new to your wheelhouse, whether you are what you claim or not.”