“Altered, only slightly.”
“I haven’t told the others about Bannik, about what I saw.”
“Well.” Cassius pulled me in for a hug, pressing my body tight against his. “I think it is time they know what we are up against, not just a race of unruly Demon, but a fallen angel hell bent on destroying both humans and immortals alike.”
“He doesn’t want everyone dead.” I squeezed my arms around Cassius. “He wants them enslaved.”
“Death is better.”
“It is.”
“If it comes to a choice.” Cassius tensed up again. “I will kill myself, destroying both humans and immortals at the same time. I will kill us all before I let him make slaves out of us.”
“Is that your choice to make?”
Cassius paused, his voice grave. “It is now.”
Cassius
TO BE A DARK ONE was to know perfection, but be unable to reach it. Now that I had Sariel’s blood flowing somehow miraculously through my veins, I could touch it, smell it, bond with it. But my humanity, or whatever was left of it, rejected the notion completely. Logic shook its head in denial, and so I appeared different, but I was very much the same.
Split completely down the middle between two races.
The answer as well as the end.
In a cruel twist of fate, the angel of life and death had created both—me. I had no idea if I possessed enough power to fight off Bannik on my own, but what I did know was that the battle between dark and light was just starting to get interesting.
Mason was hovering over the stove flipping a steak as he so often did when he was upset about something. I had to wonder if he had some Italian or Greek running through some of those wolfish veins. The blood of Sariel called to me to use it—no longer would I have to guess about anything—but my humanity pressed the fleeting thought away, what fun was life when you knew all the answers already?
I’d learned that as a human.
I’d keep living that way as a Dark One.
Alex sipped a cup of coffee and pretended to be reading but he rarely turned the page, just stared it down, lost in his dark thoughts, the same ones he so often tried to play off when really, it was quite possible he had the hardest future of us all.
And Genesis, lovely, beautiful, pregnant Genesis sat on Ethan’s lap while he drank from her neck.
If you blinked, you could almost miss the small cut near her ear where he kissed and sucked.
“Gross.” Alex said in a bored voice. “At least have the decency to do it in private.”
“You eat at a table,” Ethan pointed out. “Why can’t I?”
“Hah!” Mason flipped the steak in the air again. “Vampire has a point.”
Alex scrunched up his nose while I sat between the two of them, Stephanie still gripped my hand, offering her support, her love, it floated off of her in perfumed waves, stabilizing me, altering me so completely that I knew had I been in Sariel’s place—I would have made the exact same choice.
Because when I closed my eyes.
I saw her.
And only her.
“Sariel has given his life for mine.” My voice didn’t shake, it was smooth, in command, something I didn’t feel, but everyone knows just because you have a feeling doesn’t mean you are that feeling. I felt unsure; that didn’t mean I needed to actually follow through with it and become unsure when it came to my decisions, because they effected every being around me, mortal and immortal, I had to focus on my knowledge, on my heart, on the love surrounding me, not the flimsy feeling that told me to be afraid.
After all.
Fear.