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She was as far away from me as the room allowed, and when she swung around and glared at me, I came in and shut the door. Whatever it was, she obviously thought it was my fault.
âYou snuck out to see Adrian last night,â she accused.
How had she known? Sheâd been asleep when I came back in! Then, I pushed my guilt back and straightened. I was a grown woman and I didnât need my little sisterâs permission to meet with anyone. Plus, I hadnât done anything with Adrian.
âNot for what you think,â I said, trying to find a balance between you canât tell me what to do and I love you, sis. âHe taught me how to ride Brutus while heâs flying. Adrian used that trick to fight the demon from the other day, so itâs important that I know it, too, with what weâre up against.â
An angry kind of hurt filled her gaze. âOh, so Iâm supposed to believe that Brutus gave you that hickey?â
For the hundredth time, I cursed my inability to look into a mirror. Iâd gotten pretty good at putting on makeup using other reflective surfaces, but they werenât clear enough to show everything, like an incriminating hickey that needed covering.
âI expect you to trust me,â I settled on, meeting her gaze squarely. âNothing is going to happen between me and Adrian. The only, highly unlikely exception to that is if he can prove that he can beat his fate, and thatâs a very big âif.ââ
Jasmine didnât reply. She just stormed past me and headed toward the front of the former tour bus.
âJaz, donât!â I shouted, chasing after her.
âLetâs get something clear,â she snapped when she reached Adrian. âIf you betray my sister again, Iâll kill you.â
I wanted to drag her away, but Adrian held out his hand to me in the universal gesture for Wait, Iâve got this.
âIf I betray Ivy again, Iâll let you kill me,â he told Jasmine, a hard little smile playing on his lips. âDeal?â
âYouâd better believe it,â she muttered, spinning around. âForget the French toast, I lost my appetite.â
âAfter this, so did I,â I snapped.
âDonât worry, Ivy,â Adrian said, his tone deceptively mild. âNow that your sister and I have an understanding, all thatâs left is coming through on what you and I agreed to.â
Costa raised a brow, but after Jasmineâs little scene, I wasnât about to explain my ultimatum to Adrian last night.
âTell you later,â I said with a sigh.
Then, taking a deep breath, I went back to the kitchen and began mixing the eggs again. All the while, I repeated sheâs been though a lot until it cooled my anger. Jasmine just needed more time to see that Adrian wasnât the same person sheâd heard so much about while trapped in his former realm. Right now, the only thing she knew was that fate predicted him to betray me two more times, the final one being permanent. No wonder she wasnât his biggest fan. She didnât have to be so bitchy about everything, but then again...
âSheâs been through a lot,â I said to the room in general.
Adrianâs glance at me only lasted a second, yet its effect lingered. âSo have you, Ivy.â
True, and the fight wasnât even half over yet. The thought made me whisk the eggs far harder than necessary. Costa came over and gave me a supportive pat on the back.
âDonât mind Jasmineâs attitude,â he said lightly. âI hated Adrian at first, too.â
I stopped whisking to whirl around in surprise. âBut he pulled you out of a demon realm and saved your life!â
Something dark flashed over Costaâs face, marring his tanned, attractive features. âHe did, yet I still hated him for a long time because of what happened to me in the realms. Some things, you get over. Some thingsââ his voice lowered until I doubted that anyone except me could hear him ââyou donât.â
A chill skittered up my spine. Yes, Costa had suffered horribly in the same realm that Adrian had ruled for almost a century, but Iâd been sure that heâd forgiven Adrian since Adrian had walked away from that life to devote himself to destroying demons. Furthermore, Costa had fought side by side with us when weâd searched for the slingshot, and through it all, Iâd never had reason to doubt his loyalty.
Yet that unfamiliar hardness in his dark brown gaze now made me wonder...what if Iâd been wrong?
CHAPTER NINE (#u48afa9c7-b74b-5e17-b7e5-5036678b5d86)
WE MADE IT through the next two days without incident. When it was daylight, the four of us took turns driving, once Jasmine and I learned the trick to operating a forty-six-foot-long vehicle that was also towing a car. Once night fell, we parked on hallowed ground, avoiding the chance of running into any demons who ventured out in the dark to play. Brutus was our version of a security system then. While we slept, he was awake, either perching himself on the roof of the bus or flying overhead to scope out danger from the skies.
Despite being in near constant contact with Adrian for the past few days, there seemed to be an invisible wall between us. That could be because Jasmine had practically welded herself to my hip, but I wondered if something else was up.
I should just ask Adrian how he intended to prove that he wouldnât betray me again. Or ask him how he felt about meâthe other question I couldnât stop wondering about. Yet I didnât have the courage to do it, and the irony of that wasnât lost on me. How could I hope to win a fight against demons if I didnât even have the guts to wage an emotional battle?
Racetrack Playa in Death Valley, California, was hot, with sunshine so strong, the rays almost felt tangible. Iâd expected mile upon mile of gently rolling sand hills, but the terrain was flat, hard earth that reminded me more of an endless parking lot than a desert. In many ways, it was the exact opposite of a demon realm, yet this area had the same air of desolateness, and if I squinted, the mountains in the distance could have been gargantuan pyramids that demons so loved to show off with.
Jasmine looked around with more bemusement than trepidation, reminding me that the only realm sheâd seen had been Adrianâs. That had been a paradise compared to some of the others, with petrified trees mimicking a forest and frozen rivers reflecting lights from the magnificent, blue-hued city.
âSee all the rocks, Ivy?â Adrian said, breaking through my memories. âThose trails behind them are why weâre here.â
Countless rocks did litter the cracked ground, ranging in size from baseballs to boulders. Most had trails behind them, indicating that theyâd been dragged to their positions. Some of those trails were short, as if a child had pushed the smaller ones a few inches before growing bored, yet some of them stretched out farther than I could see, and it would take several people to move the bigger boulders even an inch.
Why would anyone want to come out to Death Valley just to push around rocks? I wondered. Talk about being in desperate need of a social life. Then I looked more closely at the trails behind the rocks. Something was missing...
âThere are no footprints,â I said in surprise. âHow did those stones move, if no one was out here to move them?â
Adrian gave me an arch look. âExactly. Scientists recently came up with a reason why the sailing stones moved on their own, but I donât buy it. Thatâs why this place is our first stop. Do you sense anything hallowed at play here?â
The million-dollar question. I took a deep breath, focusing on the supernatural sensor inside me. After a few moments, I frowned. Nothing. Was this thing inside me even on?
I tried again, closing my eyes as I concentrated harder. Minutes ticked by, and still, nothing. Okay, maybe there wasnât anything sacred within a hundred miles of this place, but then I should have felt the lack of it. Instead, all I felt was sweat trickling down my body and a headache coming on.
âIvy.â Adrianâs voice was low. âAre you okay?â
I opened my eyes, a sigh hissing through my teeth as I figured out the problem. âNo. Iâm completely out of shape!â
âSays who?â Costa said, giving me a once-over.
I almost kicked a nearby rock out of frustration. âNot like that. I spent the past couple months learning how to fight, but I havenât worked on my hallowed radar since I found the slingshot. That means now, my hallowed radar is as sluggish as if it spent this whole time couch-surfing while bingeing on chips and beer.â
Jasmine gave me an incredulous look. âAre you serious?â
âAs if Iâd joke about this,â I muttered.
There had to be a way to jump-start my process. After all, Iâd managed to use my hallowed finder back when I didnât even know that I had the ability. Of course, back then my life was usually in danger, so that had probably factored into thingsâ
Inspiration hit and I spun around, grabbing Adrian by the arm. âChoke me,â I announced. âSurvival instinct kicks my abilities into gear, as you proved so memorably before.â
A muscle ticked in his jaw. âNo.â
âBut you have to,â I said, which should have been obvious. Otherwise, weâd wasted three days driving all the way out here.
His featured tightened. âI only did that before because a childâs life was on the line. Unless itâs life-or-death, Iâm never hurting you again. Besidesââ his voice lost its harshness ââsurvival instinct isnât the only thing that can trigger your abilities. Adrenaline should work, too.â
I let out a short laugh. âSo I should find a scorpion and pet it for the sheer terror of the experience?â
His mouth quirked. âYou could, but I had something else in mind.â
* * *
MY SEAT BELT was on as tight as I could stand. I also had one hand pressed against the side window while the other gripped the seat divider. In addition to that, my leg was braced against the dashboard so I could wedge my body farther into the seat. Still, it felt like Iâd be vaulted out of the car at any moment.
And I couldnât stop smiling. That was the craziest thing. At first, Iâd been nervous when Adrian gunned the Challenger to incredible speeds across the desert, leaving Jasmine, Costa and the bus containing Brutus far behind. Then Iâd been shocked by how he could spin the muscle car around in circles and cause it to âdriftâ while still maintaining complete control.
Iâd never done something reckless just for the fun of it before. Jasmine had always been the impulsive one. Iâd been careful, polishing my mask of normalcy as I went through the motions that were otherwise referred to as life. For the longest time, I blamed my ennui on the medication I took for my hallucinations, but then I found out the pills were placebos. My parents had supplied them, knowing there was no cure for my condition, but not wanting to admit that until they thought I could handle it. What they hadnât known was that the cause of my visions was supernatural instead of medical.
No, Iâd numbed myself to the world all on my own, resigning myself to never feeling the things that ânormalâ people felt. Then I met Adrian. He didnât just wake something up inside me; in many ways, heâd transformed me. No wonder I had such difficulty controlling myself around him. Maybe, for the moment, I shouldnât even try to. Maybe, like I was doing with this wild car ride, I should just enjoy being reckless instead.
I unclipped my seat belt and slid across the seat. Adrian gave me a startled look, slowing the car at once. I didnât wait for it to stop before I leaned over and pressed my lips to his.
His response was immediate, and electric. He yanked me closer, the momentum from him hitting the brakes slamming me harder against him. I didnât care, because his mouth slanted over mine and his arms crushed me to him. I moaned as his tongue slashed past my lips, tangling with mine until I felt drunk with his taste. I breathed in his scent, reveled in the scrape of his lightly stubbled jaw, then arched in wordless bliss when he pulled me all the way onto his lap.
He kissed me deeper, each stroke of his tongue igniting my senses, until my whole body felt like it vibrated from desire. I was lightheaded, as if everything around me was still spinning, but the car had come to a complete stop. His hands moved down my back with sensual possessiveness before sliding over my hips and staying there. I wasnât aware that Iâd been gripping his shirt until it ripped open at the collar. The sound he made as his kiss became bruising caused things low in me to tighten so suddenly, I cried out.
That rush of passion did more than cause me to writhe with need in his arms. With an internal flash that was as intense as a solar flare, my abilities activated and I felt that the staff wasnât anywhere nearby. Oh, a few hallowed things were, but nothing as significant as an object that had channeled enough power from on high to control nature. That wouldnât register as a faint âblipâ on my radar. It would blast it, just like Davidâs ancient slingshot had when I found it months ago.
Adrian pulled away, his hands now framing my face instead of gripping my hips. âI felt that. What is it?â
âYou can feel that?â I asked with a gasp.
He brushed my hair away while his gaze raked over me. âYouâd be amazed by some of my abilities, Ivy.â
The raw sensuality in his voice promised pleasure and threatened obsession. At the same time, there was something distinctly not sexy about my abilities rearing their head right now. To say that I hadnât been focusing on anything hallowed for the past several minutes was putting it mildly.
Yet my abilities had had their priorities in order, even if I hadnât. I uncurled myself from Adrianâs embrace and began to scoot back into my seat. His eyes stayed locked onto mine, but he didnât stop me.
âYou were right, adrenaline did the trick, but the staff isnât here,â I said, voice raspy as I tried to regain control.
âAh.â The word did nothing to tell me what he was thinking about my putting the brakes onâor starting things to begin with. Was he frustrated? Upset? I couldnât stand not knowing.
âYouâyou could say something else about what just happened,â I stammered.
The faintest smile tugged his lips, which were fuller from how hard heâd kissed me. âSo could you, but if you want me to go first, fine. I love how you taste, how you feel, the little noises you make when youâre turned on, and when you ripped my shirt open, I wanted to throw you in the back and fuck you so hard, all the windows would shatter.â
Adrianâs tone was light and he never lost that half smile, but his stare said that he meant every word.
âYou promised.â My response was 90 percent a reminder of his vow, and 10 percent a plea for him to forget it.
He reached out, catching my hand in his. Then he brought it to his lips, kissing my knuckles while never breaking his stare.
âThatâs why weâre still in the front seat, but you wanted to know what I was thinking, so I told you.â
Then he let go of my hand and moved his seat forward. I looked away, flushing. I hadnât even noticed him moving it back, but I wouldnât have fit on his lap otherwise. Despite my tinge of embarrassment, I also felt a sense of relief. By repositioning his seat, Adrian was further confirming that nothing else was going to happen. Iâm the one whoâd started this, but Iâd only meant it to be a kiss. Not for it to end with sex.
Then again, if my hallowed radar hadnât acted up, who knows how this would have ended? With lots of broken windows?
âYour turn,â he said, interrupting that dangerous line of thought. âYouâre the one who kissed me. Why?â
I squirmed at his bluntness. âIsnât it kinda obvious?â
Another ghost of a smile. âI didnât make you guess what I was thinking when I answered you.â
No, he sure hadnât. I looked away, unable to reply while on the receiving end of that deep blue stare. His gaze was too probing, too knowing, and yes, still too enticing.
âI shouldnât have,â I said at last. âThat makes me a tease, I suppose, but I felt so...free, right before I kissed you.â I let out a choppy laugh. âGuess it made me forget all the reasons why Iâm not.â
âIvy.â The way he said my name forced me to look at him. When I did, he pulled me into his arms before I even realized that heâd moved.
âAdrianââ
âShh,â he murmured. âI donât think Iâve ever just held you before. I was always pushing you away, and the one time I didnât, we were also in this car.â His lips brushed my hair. âDid you know that old Challengers were your aphrodisiac?â
I laughed, relaxing at his loose embrace and his light, bantering tone. âWhat can I say? Iâm into vintage things.â
His chuckle rumbled against my back. âIâve missed you, Ivy. All of you, so donât think youâre not free around me because you are. That means kissing me isnât teasing. I want to do truly filthy things to you, but I can wait. If Zach hurries his Archon ass up, I wonât even have to wait long.â
I had to say it. âYou do know itâs extremely twisted that you need an angelâs help to hook up, right?â
This time, his laughter had an edge. âI never have before, but with Zach, I can give you the guarantee that you demanded.â
I didnât remind him that Iâd only promised him a chance, not a sure thing. âHow does Zach factor into you proving that you can beat your fate?â I asked instead.
He tensed, but then relaxed almost as fast. âItâs complicated, so Iâd rather show you than tell you.â
âThatâs what my prom date said right before I cracked a beer bottle over his head,â I replied, my tone dry. âYou told me no more secrets, remember?â
He angled his head so he could look at me, and his expression was serious. âI donât want to tell you right now. Thatâs a choice, not a secret, and yes, thereâs a difference.â
Not in my mind, but Iâd given him an ultimatumâa huge oneâand heâd sworn to meet it. I still didnât think that it was possible, but I had to admitâthe idea was starting to appeal. And if it was possible for Adrian to prove that he could beat his fate without having to wait until the end of this war, how could I refuse to honor the only stipulation heâd given me?
âFine,â I said. âYouâll tell me, or show me, when Zach does what you want him to.â If he does, I silently added. Then I changed the subject. âSo, the staffâs not here. Whatâs next on our list of places filled with unexplainable natural weirdness?â
âItâs...â His voice trailed off, then he almost shoved me away. He was out of the car before I could ask what was wrong, but one look around answered that.
When Iâd glanced out the window moments ago, the sky had been bright blue. Now, it was deepest indigo that was fast turning to black. With all the crazy lightning, I wouldâve thought a storm was rolling in, except there were no clouds.
Adrian jumped back into the car, slamming it into gear and hitting the gas. The instant velocity knocked me against the seats hard enough to risk whiplash.
âCall Costa.â His tone was urgent. âTell him to aim for the lightning and get out of here, now.â
I began to tear through my purse looking for my cell phone. âWhatâs going on?â
Lightning continued to flash on every horizon, until the perimeter of the landscape was bathed in strobes of dazzling white. At the same time, the sky turned pitch black, and more terrifying, somehow looked like it was starting to fall.