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question. Who and what is Nekoda?”
Completely stoic, Savitar shrugged. “The truth? I don’t know.”
I don’t know. Those words echoed in his head. The one thing he’d learned over the centuries of dealing with Savitar. Whenever the Chthonian said that, it meant one thing.
And it was never good.
Batten down the hatches. Things are going to get even bloodier.
CHAPTER 6
Caleb let out a deep sound of supreme annoyance as he tried to keep Nick from wetting on the floor. “Calm down. I’m a demon, Nick. Hematite doesn’t like my genetics. It doesn’t mean anything other than I have really bad parentage.”
“Then why am I having flashes of you killing me?”
“What’d you eat this morning?”
Nick didn’t care for that answer. Not one little bit. “I saw it happen. You were choking the life out of me.”
Caleb rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah. That is definitely a figment of your overactive, over-Hollywood-stimulated imagination. I assure you. I don’t kill people that way. Takes too long. I’m not into torture. I prefer a quick death so that I can move on to something more satisfying.”
Strangely enough, that he believed. Patience wasn’t a virtue Caleb practiced. “You sure?”
“Dude, look at me. You think I’d have let the demons pound all over me last night so that you could escape if I had any intention of killing you? Really? I’ve had enough pain in my existence. At this point, I’d like to avoid any more. Get your head out of your sphincter, and use your three brain cells to think it through.”
Nick raked his hand through his hair as he finally calmed down. Last night, Caleb had gone above and beyond. He was right. Nick had no reason to doubt his loyalty. “Sorry. I don’t know what to think anymore. I have all this weirdness inside me.”
“It’s called puberty.”
“Besides that,” Nick said drolly. “Actually, I miss that being my only problem. I just don’t know what to think anymore.” ’Cause every person around him wasn’t who or what he thought they were.
“It’s all right. I don’t blame you for not trusting me. I’ll be honest. I’m not above betrayal. However, if I betray you, I don’t want to face that demon. So you’re safe until I figure out a way to get out my slavery.”
Well, that said it all about their relationship. “Appreciate the honesty.”
“You should, since it’s a rarity for me.” Caleb yawned. “Glad to see you’re still breathing.”
“Glad to be breathing.” Especially since he’d spent the last hour before Caleb’s arrival entertaining Death. Not too many people could make that claim.
Caleb chucked him on the arm. “Don’t forget about your sling.”
“You leaving?”
“No need in my being here. You’re not under threat, and I’m still exhausted. I’m gonna rest. Not as young as I used to be.”
“How old are you?
Caleb laughed. “That many zeros and you just get tired of counting. Old enough to know better. Young enough to do it anyway.” He winked at him. “Catch you later.” He literally vaporized in front of him.
“I have so got to learn those powers.” What would it be like to do anything he wanted? To have all the money and time and powers he could dream of? He couldn’t imagine anything more awesome.
Closing his eyes, he conjured an image of himself as an adult. Only he didn’t see him. He saw Ambrose in his mind. And he didn’t look happy.
Weird. Ambrose stood in front of a giant ornate hearth, where a huge fire blazed. The flames flickered in a pair of eyes that were inhumanly green. With one hand braced against the stone mantel, he stared into the fire looking lost and sad. Heartbroken.
Don’t become me, Nick.
It wasn’t Ambrose’s voice he heard. It was deeper, sinister, and it sent a chill down his spine.
I’m losing my mind. He had to be. There was no other explanation.
“Hey, Nick. Need a hand.”
He blinked at the sound of Mark’s shout. Pushing everything out of his
Completely stoic, Savitar shrugged. “The truth? I don’t know.”
I don’t know. Those words echoed in his head. The one thing he’d learned over the centuries of dealing with Savitar. Whenever the Chthonian said that, it meant one thing.
And it was never good.
Batten down the hatches. Things are going to get even bloodier.
CHAPTER 6
Caleb let out a deep sound of supreme annoyance as he tried to keep Nick from wetting on the floor. “Calm down. I’m a demon, Nick. Hematite doesn’t like my genetics. It doesn’t mean anything other than I have really bad parentage.”
“Then why am I having flashes of you killing me?”
“What’d you eat this morning?”
Nick didn’t care for that answer. Not one little bit. “I saw it happen. You were choking the life out of me.”
Caleb rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah. That is definitely a figment of your overactive, over-Hollywood-stimulated imagination. I assure you. I don’t kill people that way. Takes too long. I’m not into torture. I prefer a quick death so that I can move on to something more satisfying.”
Strangely enough, that he believed. Patience wasn’t a virtue Caleb practiced. “You sure?”
“Dude, look at me. You think I’d have let the demons pound all over me last night so that you could escape if I had any intention of killing you? Really? I’ve had enough pain in my existence. At this point, I’d like to avoid any more. Get your head out of your sphincter, and use your three brain cells to think it through.”
Nick raked his hand through his hair as he finally calmed down. Last night, Caleb had gone above and beyond. He was right. Nick had no reason to doubt his loyalty. “Sorry. I don’t know what to think anymore. I have all this weirdness inside me.”
“It’s called puberty.”
“Besides that,” Nick said drolly. “Actually, I miss that being my only problem. I just don’t know what to think anymore.” ’Cause every person around him wasn’t who or what he thought they were.
“It’s all right. I don’t blame you for not trusting me. I’ll be honest. I’m not above betrayal. However, if I betray you, I don’t want to face that demon. So you’re safe until I figure out a way to get out my slavery.”
Well, that said it all about their relationship. “Appreciate the honesty.”
“You should, since it’s a rarity for me.” Caleb yawned. “Glad to see you’re still breathing.”
“Glad to be breathing.” Especially since he’d spent the last hour before Caleb’s arrival entertaining Death. Not too many people could make that claim.
Caleb chucked him on the arm. “Don’t forget about your sling.”
“You leaving?”
“No need in my being here. You’re not under threat, and I’m still exhausted. I’m gonna rest. Not as young as I used to be.”
“How old are you?
Caleb laughed. “That many zeros and you just get tired of counting. Old enough to know better. Young enough to do it anyway.” He winked at him. “Catch you later.” He literally vaporized in front of him.
“I have so got to learn those powers.” What would it be like to do anything he wanted? To have all the money and time and powers he could dream of? He couldn’t imagine anything more awesome.
Closing his eyes, he conjured an image of himself as an adult. Only he didn’t see him. He saw Ambrose in his mind. And he didn’t look happy.
Weird. Ambrose stood in front of a giant ornate hearth, where a huge fire blazed. The flames flickered in a pair of eyes that were inhumanly green. With one hand braced against the stone mantel, he stared into the fire looking lost and sad. Heartbroken.
Don’t become me, Nick.
It wasn’t Ambrose’s voice he heard. It was deeper, sinister, and it sent a chill down his spine.
I’m losing my mind. He had to be. There was no other explanation.
“Hey, Nick. Need a hand.”
He blinked at the sound of Mark’s shout. Pushing everything out of his
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