And still he’d lost them. It was so not right.

“But you see how our tragedies interconnect and shape us? Bubba wouldn’t have had all the time he did have with his wife and son had he not lost his best friend.”

Nick saw it, even though he didn’t like it. “And he wouldn’t teach self-defense courses if his wife hadn’t died.”

Kody nodded. “People aren’t just ants rushing around over a crust of bread. Every life, no matter how isolated, touches hundreds of others. It’s up to us to decide if those micro connections are positive or negative. But whichever we decide, it does impact the ones we deal with. One word can give someone the strength they needed at that moment or it can shred them down to nothing. A single smile can turn a bad moment good. And one wrong outburst or word could be the tiny push that causes someone to slip over the edge into destruction.”

She was definitely right about that. One touch of her hand could soothe him in a way nothing else did. Still, the voices were in his head and they were loud and clear, telling him how worthless he was. How ugly. How everyone would be better off without him.

“Do you really hear the self-loathing soundtrack in your head, too?” he asked her.

“Nick, I promise you, we all do. You know your friend Acheron?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you ever seen him without dark sunglasses on?”

Now that she mentioned it … “No, I haven’t.”

“Ash is so embarrassed by his own eyes that he won’t show them. At all. Not even to those he’s closest to. If they ever do see them, he keeps his gaze on the floor. And have you seen the size of my butt? If it gets any bigger, it’s going to be assigned its own zip code. And don’t get me started on how thin and flat my hair is. Or the fact that I can’t spell anything. I feel so stupid sometimes, and yet here I am able to summon powers from most dimensions. None of that matters to my inner beast that insults me every day of my life.”

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He narrowed his gaze suspiciously. “I think you’re making all of that up. ’Cause, girl, I don’t see a flaw anywhere on your body. Of course, I haven’t seen your butt except when it’s been covered with clothing. Maybe if you show me some of what you’re talking about in the flesh…”

She wrinkled her nose at him. “You’re awful.”

He was, but in the worst moment of his life she’d made him smile. At least until his thoughts left her and returned to what had them here in this fringe area. What had possessed him in his cell. “How do you learn to function past the voices? They’re always in my head on a continuous loop.”

“Drown them out with music or logic. Yeah, I might not be that smart. Or beautiful. But that’s not all there is to me. I matter to people. Not all people, but to the ones who matter to me, and they’re the only ones in this world who count. To the darkest pit with the rest of them.”

He leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers so that he could stare into her eyes. “I love you, Kody. And I hear everything you’ve said. But I don’t think I’m strong enough to live without you.”

“How do you think I feel about you?”

If that was true, she was right. How could he leave her to the agony of grief if he killed himself?

She tilted her head until she captured his lips and kissed him until his senses reeled. Her touch calmed and soothed him until he felt like himself again.

But with that sensation, he felt her leaving.

“Kody!” he called, reaching out for her. But she was already gone.

Suddenly, he slammed back into his body. Opening his eyes, he found himself in the holding cell with Caleb next to him.

Caleb let out a relieved sigh. “Thank the universe she got through to you.”

Nick frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Caleb laughed bitterly. “You just experienced what I told you I couldn’t explain. Whenever a Malachai gets into environments like this one, its base urge is to become violent. In the past, when that happened, it caused a Malachai to attack others. But you, my friend, turn in it inward instead of outward.”

“Meaning what?”

“You become self-destructive.”

Nick didn’t understand the fearful concern in Caleb’s eyes. “Is that not better?”

“Depends.”

Nick was getting frustrated with Caleb’s vague answers. “On?”

“If you want mankind enslaved by you or your father.”

Great. Just what he wanted to hear. “You know, I’m beginning to think the only choice anyone has in life is between either a bad outcome or a worse one.”

“You’re right. It does seem to be the case, most times.”

Nick grew quiet as three policemen came in.

“We’re taking both of you to your bail hearing.”

Caleb actually looked pleased. “Go, Virgil.”

Nick was feeling pretty good about it, until he noticed something about the policemen. It was only a flash, but he recognized it as his powers warning him.

“Caleb, get back.”

“Why?”

Using the trick Thorn had shown him, Nick summoned a firebolt. His hand glowed as a tennis ball–sized stone manifested in his palm. “They’re lollers.”

As Caleb moved back, one of them tossed out a bloodred chain that wrapped around Caleb’s throat and held him in place.

Nick let fly his bolt into that demon’s chest. He exploded into fire as the other two rushed Nick.

Caleb caught one before he could reach Nick, and broke his neck. The one attacking Nick threw a wide, telegraphed punch. Nick ducked and came up with a fist into the demon’s jaw. The blow shattered his shell, causing him to disintegrate. Something that showered them with an odor so foul, Nick gagged on it.

“What kind are they?” Nick asked.

“The kind that shouldn’t be here.”

“How so?”

Caleb gave him a hard stare. “They’re blood demons.” He said that like Nick ought to know what that was.

Yeah. Clueless as normal. “Isn’t that what Virgil is?”

“Damn, Nick, quit being bibliophobic.”

Nick grimaced. “When did we quit speaking the same language?”

“Means you’re afraid of books. I’ve never seen anyone stand toe-to-toe with a daeve and not have a shred of fear in him, yet if I hand you a book, unless it’s manga, you act like it’s going to bite you.”

“It’s not the biting that scares me, it’s the boring. Besides, I like books with pictures. Manga can get pretty racy in Shonen and my mother doesn’t confiscate it and ground me for reading it. Unlike other male materials that launch her into a three-week rant about how women don’t look like that and how it’s disrespectful to her to have it in her house.”

Caleb growled at him. “You are so mature at times that you lure me into forgetting the fact that you’re an embryo.” He growled fiercely before he continued. “Vampires were human at one time. While humans call them demons, demons are a separate life form. I have never been human, thank the Source for that, and neither have blood demons. So named because they are created from the blood of a higher demon to serve him.”

Now that sounded more interesting than scary. Definitely could come in handy one day. “Will I have that power?”

“If I don’t kill you before you mature, yes.”

Nick intended to stay off Caleb’s menu. “Awesome. So what? Are they clones?”

“No. Not even. They’re sent in to take something from the target and return it to their master so that he can gain control of that individual.”

Nick went cold. “You think my father sent them?”

“No. Adarian has your blood. Besides, it’s not his style. He’s never subtle. Someone else sent them.”

But who? “Who knows about me, or you, for that matter?”

“I don’t know, Nick. But we’ve got to get you out of here before you break down again. Not to mention, we’re both sitting ducks in this place.” Caleb froze as if a thought had occurred to him. “I know you’re not going to tell me because you knew it was wrong and that I should kill you for it, but do you think who or whatever you made your deal with could have sent them after you?”

Nick considered it for a few. “No.”

“Any chance you’ll tell me why you think that?”

“They already have something of mine. They wouldn’t need to send out demons to claim any part of me.”

Caleb ground his teeth until his jaw protruded. It was more than obvious he was super unhappy about Nick’s bargain.

And Caleb didn’t even know what it was … Yet.

“What did you give them?”

“Not my soul,” Nick said, knowing that would be Caleb’s primary concern. “Don’t worry.”

“I need to know. Should we get attacked—”

“We won’t.”

Caleb cursed. “What have you gotten us into?”

Before he could answer, Virgil returned with a single deputy. “You both owe me for this. I just laid down a critical favor to get you a bond hearing this fast.”

“We won’t forget,” Caleb assured him.

But after they changed clothes and were hauled before the meanest-looking man Nick had ever seen, he wasn’t so sure he wanted to be indebted. Virgil must have given up something big to get this guy to cooperate. He didn’t know what, and he didn’t want to know what.

The female prosecutor gestured angrily toward Nick. “It was a violent rape, Your Honor, and the defendant has a long history of violence. Look at the bruises on his face. Obviously, he was recently in another altercation with someone else. Not to mention his father—”

“I object, Your Honor.” Virgil drowned out whatever she’d been about to say. “Relevance.”

Glaring at him, she shoved her glasses up, higher on her nose. “Relevance is a family history of violence.”

“His father is not the defendant here,” Virgil fired back. “And unless you can produce a genetic expert showing that one has bearing on the other, it’s irrelevant.”

She bristled. “Psychologists say—”

“Do you have a psychologist who can testify?” Virgil asked.

“Not yet.”

“Then I stand by what I said. I object.”

The judge finally spoke. “Defense is right, counselor. The defendant’s father isn’t the one accused. Go on.”

She sighed heavily. “Fine. I believe him to be a substantial flight risk and think that he should be remanded into custody until his trial.”

The judge looked at Virgil. “Defense, what have you to say?”

“He’s a child, Your Honor. Look at him. Clean cut, honor student.”

“So was Ted Bundy,” the prosecutor interjected.

The judge glared at her. “That’s enough of that, Counsel” He returned his attention to Virgil. “Continue.”

“He has two jobs and people who rely on him. He is not a flight risk. And I can produce seven upstanding members of this community who are here to give testimony as to his character.”

“And I have a video of him—”

The judge banged his gavel. “Counsel, enough.” He looked back at Virgil. “Where are your witnesses?”

They stood up. Nick turned to see Liza, Mama Lo Peltier, Kyrian, Mr. Poitiers and Mr. Addams, Dr. Burdette, and Madaug’s father, Dr. St. James. His mother, Acheron, Rosa, Kody, and Menyara were also with Kyrian, and Bubba and Mark sat next to Dr. Burdette. Nick’s insides shrank at the sight of them. While he was grateful they were willing to stand up for him, he was humiliated that they all knew about this.

Then again, who didn’t know? Not like he’d been arrested in private.

He cringed at the thought of facing his classmates and school admin after this. No matter what, he’d forever be labeled as a criminal.

So this is how Brynna felt …

Virgil cleared his throat. “And Your Honor, they were the first seven I called. If you give me an hour, I can get you a dozen more. All of whom are willing to testify to Mr. Gautier’s good character and upstanding morals.”

The judge considered it. “Bail is set at a million dollars and I want him under house arrest until his trial. He can go to school and work, but nowhere else. And he is not to be left alone.”

“Uh, Your Honor,” Virgil said, before clearing his throat, “his job for Mr. Hunter requires him to run errands all over the city.”

“Then he is to be electronically monitored at all times and will be required to call in every hour on the hour outside of school.”




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