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won’t.
“I don’t know what to believe. Seth seemed to think it was true. It’s why he used it on you. Said it would be the only thing that would hurt you.”
“But I’m an angel, or part one, not a demon.” Six of one, half a dozen of the other. All evil. Or trying to be. “And besides, you had it in your dream way before Seth did.”
“Another one of those mysteries of life. Did I have it in the dream, or did you put it in the dream with your wacky psychic powers?”
As if my mind needed anything else… “You did.”
“You sure?”
I’m going to smack him.
He sighs, clearly tired by this exchange. Honestly I am too. I’m ready to move on. The past is in the past. What happened the last three days happened, and now it’s time to move on. To figure out how in the world we’re going to fix it and move on, because that’s what’s important. Moving. On. Fixing things. If there’s any way under the sun to fix them. I hope there is. I don’t want to be this thing forever.
I can smell it.
The blood.
I caught a hint of it when I came downstairs, but now I can feel it tingling every nerve in my skin, singing in my ear. Oh God I want it.
I want to throw up. We have to talk about something else. We just have to. “Why did you get back into Sam’s body?”
“Again with the stream of consciousness crap! You are making me dizzy.” Hart rolls his eyes and tosses the knife down on the table like it isn’t the most powerful weapon in the entire world, especially if it can kill me and I’m supposedly unkillable. Well, I mean, after I fully turn, and who knows how that will happen. He gets up and goes over to my seat. He throws the middle-aged women over his shoulder and starts for the back door. It’s then that I squint to see through the glass French doors, which are in my direct eye line, and look into the backyard. It’s dark out. Midnight dark, and it’s not even late afternoon. I can’t make out everything, but I swear I see a big mound of dirt.
There is a mass grave in my backyard.
Totally normal.
The demons would have killed them anyway. I hear Hart’s words in my mind. Hart stops, the body draped over his shoulder, and turns his head so I can see its silhouette.
“I did them a favor, Gracen. I know you don’t believe it, but I did. Not only did I save you, I saved them. I don’t know if they went to Heaven or Hell. Obviously, I’m not in control of that, but I do know… I know that the human soul is awake when their body is taken over by us. They see everything we see. Feel everything we feel. Touch everything we touch. They watch us kill, watch us torture, watch us do whatever we damn well please, and they can’t do a thing about it. They can’t move. Can’t scream. It’s no life, Gracen. It’s torture in the worst way possible. If a demon stays inside long enough, it’ll drive the soul crazy.”
I think about my Aunt Willow. “You did that to her.”
He doesn’t answer as he opens the outside door.
I don’t feel anything. Not really. Should I feel anger? Hell yes. What Hart did to my aunt was wrong. She lost whatever was left of her life because he played dress up in her body to watch over me all those years. Yeah, she’d been in a car accident, and—or so my mom said—they thought she was going to die. I’m not asking Hart if he saved my aunt’s life. I’m pretty sure he healed her so he could use her. Why he didn’t just let her die, instead of living in the same body all those years, I don’t want to know. That’s a lie, I do want to know, but I don’t think he’ll answer me now.
“You want to know why. I can tell. It’s the thing with humans. Always the why. Like there has to be a reason. I was the same way with Lucien. I wanted to know why he shot me, and that why, that one question, led to two centuries of torture and heartache and misery. Don’t do the same with Willow or Sam. What’s done is done. I had to have Willow inside me.” He doesn’t
“I don’t know what to believe. Seth seemed to think it was true. It’s why he used it on you. Said it would be the only thing that would hurt you.”
“But I’m an angel, or part one, not a demon.” Six of one, half a dozen of the other. All evil. Or trying to be. “And besides, you had it in your dream way before Seth did.”
“Another one of those mysteries of life. Did I have it in the dream, or did you put it in the dream with your wacky psychic powers?”
As if my mind needed anything else… “You did.”
“You sure?”
I’m going to smack him.
He sighs, clearly tired by this exchange. Honestly I am too. I’m ready to move on. The past is in the past. What happened the last three days happened, and now it’s time to move on. To figure out how in the world we’re going to fix it and move on, because that’s what’s important. Moving. On. Fixing things. If there’s any way under the sun to fix them. I hope there is. I don’t want to be this thing forever.
I can smell it.
The blood.
I caught a hint of it when I came downstairs, but now I can feel it tingling every nerve in my skin, singing in my ear. Oh God I want it.
I want to throw up. We have to talk about something else. We just have to. “Why did you get back into Sam’s body?”
“Again with the stream of consciousness crap! You are making me dizzy.” Hart rolls his eyes and tosses the knife down on the table like it isn’t the most powerful weapon in the entire world, especially if it can kill me and I’m supposedly unkillable. Well, I mean, after I fully turn, and who knows how that will happen. He gets up and goes over to my seat. He throws the middle-aged women over his shoulder and starts for the back door. It’s then that I squint to see through the glass French doors, which are in my direct eye line, and look into the backyard. It’s dark out. Midnight dark, and it’s not even late afternoon. I can’t make out everything, but I swear I see a big mound of dirt.
There is a mass grave in my backyard.
Totally normal.
The demons would have killed them anyway. I hear Hart’s words in my mind. Hart stops, the body draped over his shoulder, and turns his head so I can see its silhouette.
“I did them a favor, Gracen. I know you don’t believe it, but I did. Not only did I save you, I saved them. I don’t know if they went to Heaven or Hell. Obviously, I’m not in control of that, but I do know… I know that the human soul is awake when their body is taken over by us. They see everything we see. Feel everything we feel. Touch everything we touch. They watch us kill, watch us torture, watch us do whatever we damn well please, and they can’t do a thing about it. They can’t move. Can’t scream. It’s no life, Gracen. It’s torture in the worst way possible. If a demon stays inside long enough, it’ll drive the soul crazy.”
I think about my Aunt Willow. “You did that to her.”
He doesn’t answer as he opens the outside door.
I don’t feel anything. Not really. Should I feel anger? Hell yes. What Hart did to my aunt was wrong. She lost whatever was left of her life because he played dress up in her body to watch over me all those years. Yeah, she’d been in a car accident, and—or so my mom said—they thought she was going to die. I’m not asking Hart if he saved my aunt’s life. I’m pretty sure he healed her so he could use her. Why he didn’t just let her die, instead of living in the same body all those years, I don’t want to know. That’s a lie, I do want to know, but I don’t think he’ll answer me now.
“You want to know why. I can tell. It’s the thing with humans. Always the why. Like there has to be a reason. I was the same way with Lucien. I wanted to know why he shot me, and that why, that one question, led to two centuries of torture and heartache and misery. Don’t do the same with Willow or Sam. What’s done is done. I had to have Willow inside me.” He doesn’t
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