There were footsteps and voices at some point and I stiffened in his arms. I didn’t know who came, but I felt Aiden shake his head, and then the footsteps retreated.
Gods, I could think—really think—after what felt like forever. But every thought was overshadowed by the pain inside me. The sharp spearing I’d felt in the bathroom—I understood it now. My heart and my soul had been screaming out, trying to reach me. That pain was everywhere now, clamping down on me from all sides.
I couldn’t escape all the things I said and done since I’d Awakened. From the moment I’d connected with Seth, I’d turned into a living, breathing embodiment of my worst fear and I hadn’t even realized it. Seth and what he wanted had consumed me until there had been nothing left, and I’d thought I was stronger than that.
Oh gods, the things I’d said to Aiden horrified and sickened me. The things Seth had said he wanted to do to me—that I’d wanted him to do, back when we’d been connected… Now I wanted to crawl out of my skin, to shower for years, and I didn’t think I’d ever feel the same again even then.
How Aiden could still hold me was beyond my comprehension. I clearly remembered threatening to kill Deacon about twenty times. My behavior had forced him to do the unthinkable—place me on the Elixir. I knew that had to have killed a part of him.
I remembered all the little things. My Seth? Oh, yuck. I wanted to scrub out my brain with detergent. And those things I’d yelled when I fought Aiden—actually fought Aiden? Scrub my brain? Add mouth and soul to that laundry list.
“Shh,” Aiden murmured, smoothing a hand along my back. “It’s okay. Everything is okay, agapi mou. You’re here now and I have you.”
I gripped the collar of his torn shirt with my aching hands. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, Aiden. I’m sorry.”
“Stop.” He leaned back, but I followed him, keeping my face pressed to his chest. “Alex.”
I shook my head, my breath catching on another sob.
“Look at me.”
Tears streamed down my face, and he carefully cradled my cheeks, forcing me to look up. I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut, but I also needed to see him, even if it was just his blurry face right now.
“How can you look at me?” I asked. “How can you stand to touch me?”
His brows furrowed and he became very serious. “How could I not, Alex? I don’t blame you for what happened. The things you did and said weren’t you. I know that. I’ve always known that.”
“But it was me.”
“No.” His voice was firm, eyes pure silver. “It was a shell of you, Alex. You were there, in the background, but it wasn’t you. It wasn’t the Alex I love, but you’re here now and that’s all that matters. That’s it. Nothing else does.”
His blind faith in me, his acceptance and forgiveness, brought forth another round of waterworks. I cried so much that I don’t think I could ever cry again, and when it was finally over, I couldn’t lift my head from his chest.
The sun was starting to set, and the temperature was dropping when Aiden pressed his lips against the top of my head. “Are you ready?”
No, I wanted to say, because I wasn’t sure I’d ever be ready to face everyone. Besides turning into Evil Alex, I’d also been dopey, hiding-in-closets Alex.
But I drew in a breath and it felt okay, good even. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he repeated, and he stood, keeping me nestled close to his chest, my cheek resting on his shoulder.
Aiden took one step, and a fissure of unnatural energy rolled down my spine—godly energy. The marks of the Apollyon roared to life, whipping over my skin. His arms stiffened around me as he turned, lifting his head to the sky. Gods could shield their presence if they wanted to—Apollo had for months—but we both felt the ripple of power.
“This isn’t good,” I said, stirring in his arms.
He placed me on my feet, his hands on my hips. One look into his stormy eyes and I knew he was thinking the same thing.
Before he could open his mouth, a high-pitched wail rattled the branches overhead. Air around us stilled, and then the sound of wings beating pulled the breath from my lungs in a painful rush.
Aiden shoved me behind him—actually shoved me behind him. “Go back to the house now, Alex. The wards will keep them out.”
What? And leave him? He was insane. Heart leaping into my throat, I shook my head. “No. No—”
Another shriek turned my blood ice-cold. Then a great howl barreled through the trees, blowing my hair back from my face.
The furies arrived, darting down to earth like heat-seeking missiles with “Alex” written all over them. Each hit the ground in a crouch, knocking up plumes of dirt and small pebbles.
They were beautiful—the two furies. All pale and shimmering skin and long, flowing blonde curls as they rose simultaneously, their bodies moving sinuously as one stepped forward, her bare feet sinking deep into the soil.
Thunder cracked the air and a flash of blinding light exploded. Throwing up my arm, I stumbled back and reached out for Aiden. Pulse pounding, my fingers wrapped around his thick forearm.
When the light receded, a god stood between the two furies, and my heart felt like it stopped right then and there. I’d seen him before. Oh, gods, I’d seen him.
Honey-colored hair brushed his shoulders, framing a square, defiant chin and features that were angelic and pure—peaceful, even.
Thanatos.
Electricity sparked from his all-white eyes. “I may not be able to kill you, Apollyon, but I can make sure you cannot reach the First.”
“Wait!” Aiden yelled, one hand curling around the hilt of the dagger. “She’s broken—”
The furies flew forward, luminous skin shedding away to reveal ghastly gray complexions that resembled corpses that had been floating in the water waaay too long. Long, glowing hair shriveled up and turned into tight coils that snapped at the air with vicious fangs around their skeletal faces. Claws formed—talons that could rip through bone and tissue like they were paper.
They came right at us.
Aiden lurched to the side and twisted toward me. “Alex!” He threw one of the daggers.
Leaping up, I caught the dagger as the first fury reached Aiden, its razor-sharp nails aimed right for his throat. He spun around, whipping out a sickle blade. In one smooth, elegant motion he brought the sharp edge of the blade down, severing the arm of the fury.
It keened a mixture of a baby’s scream and a hyena’s as it arched up, clutching its bloody stump.
Damn.
With absolutely no time to run over to Aiden and give him a high-five, I pivoted and dipped as the second fury made a grab for my hair. Shooting up at the same moment the fury dive-bombed me, I shoved the blade deep into its sunken stomach.
Its distorted face inches from mine, the fury opened its mouth, revealing a row of serrated teeth, and laughed.
I bit back a gag. “Gods, your breath is kicking.” I pulled the blade free, revolted by the sucking sound. “For real.”
Cocking its head to the side, it blinked. “Kicking?”
“Yeah.” Spinning around, I planted my left foot and kicked out, catching the fury in the stomach. It flew back, smacking into the tree. “See? Kicking.”
The other fury was going at Aiden with its one good arm, backing him up while avoiding the dangerous sickle. He glanced over at me and that tiny moment cost him.
She knocked the sickle out of his hand with cackle. “Pretty pure-blood…”
Forgetting about the god and the other fury, forgetting about everything other than Aiden, I raced forward, ignoring the ache building in my legs.
Aiden dipped under the fury’s sweeping arm, popping up behind her, but she turned wicked fast and swung out, hitting Aiden along the chest with the broad side of her arm.
He went down on one knee, staggered by the blow.
Swiping the sickle off the ground, I yelled his name and repaid the favor by tossing the sickle to him. Aiden snapped it out of
the air and rolled, narrowly missing the fury. It flew up and flipped over him, reaching down, grabbing a handful of his hair. She yanked his head back.
“No!” My heart stopped—my world stopped.
Akasha surged under my skin and the marks brightened. Each and every one of them burned and tingled with the power of the fifth element.
Something snapped inside me; my vision dimmed, and then brightened. I heard nothing but my own thundering heart and the hum in the back of my head.
Throwing my arm out, a bolt of intense blue light flared from my open palm and arced. My aim was off since I was going for the bitch’s head, but the bolt of energy clipped the fury’s wing, whirling her around.
Absolute insanity broke out.
Thanatos roared his rage. The fury shot into the air, but sputtered out with one wing and came spinning back down. Aiden darted to the side, but not fast enough. Weary from fighting me just like I was exhausted from our battle, she crashed into him and they rolled in a tangle of arms, blades, and deadly-sharp claws.
Out of the corner of my eye, forms crested the valley—Solos and Marcus bearing sickle blades. Marcus? What the…?
I shot toward the wrestling forms before me.
Thanatos whipped around and extended an arm. He didn’t physically touch Solos, but boy did he fly like he’d been smacked with a cannonball. The half-blood Sentinel hit the tree with a loud grunt and dropped to his knees.
The god turned his creeptastic eyes on my uncle and raised another hand. “Stand down, pure-blood, or you shall meet an untimely fate.”
Marcus lowered his chin. “Sorry, but that’s my niece, so that’s not going to happen.”
Something with sharp claws and rank breath caught hold of my hair and pulled hard. I hit the ground and in a heartbeat, air punched from my lungs. Scrambling to my knees, a second passed and the fury’s bare foot connected with my chin, snapping my head back.
A metallic taste flooded my mouth. The dagger flew from my hands as pain radiated down my spine, exploding out over my nerves.
Panic dug in—raw, unbridled panic.
All around me the sounds of fighting escalated. There were grunts and yelps of pain. The fury that had kicked me into next week reared up, her fingers splaying. I stared, numb and unflinching as death…
Death? It struck me then. They couldn’t kill me. Yeah, they could put a serious hurting on me, but kill me? No. I was the Apollyon. I wielded control over the four elements and the fifth and the most powerful—akasha. I fueled the God Killer. I was his power-up—the ace up his sleeve. I was the beginning and he was the end. And together… there was no together.
There was just me.
My eyes locked with the fury’s and I smiled.
She hesitated.
I snapped to my feet. “Bitch, please.”
The fury’s mouth gaped open, and I summoned the air element, letting it go. The hurricane-force winds smacked into the fury and sent her flying back through the trees as if she was connected to a rope and Zeus himself had given a good old pull.
“One down,” I said, turning around. “Who’s ne—?”
Thanatos tossed Marcus to the ground, deflected Solos’ attack, and turned on me in a nanosecond. It was pretty epic.
A bolt of white light flew from Thanatos’ hand and there wasn’t a single thing in this world that could move fast enough to avoid it. Not even Seth, I was betting.
It hit me just below the chest, and my legs collapsed from underneath me. Red-hot, searing pain sliced through my skin and my face smacked off the ground. I didn’t even feel it. There was nothing but the razing pain locking up my muscles.
God bolts sucked.
Aiden yelled my name, and then I thought I heard my name called again, but it was inside my head, loud, and so very angry… and it sounded like Seth.
Without any warning, the ground trembled under my twitching body. A flash of golden light cascaded through the clearing. Warmth stole over my body. Weakly, I lifted my head.
Two leather-clad legs stood before me.
“That is enough, Thanatos.” Apollo’s voice was calm, but it was that creepy, deadly calm I never wanted to be on the receiving end of.
“N-n-nice of y-you to s-show up,” I gasped.
“Shut up, Alex.” Apollo strode forward. A ray of light followed his steps.
Thanatos held his ground. “She must be neutralized if we cannot kill her. Let me take care of this, Apollo. We must do something to prevent war.”
“She broke the bond, you idiot.”
The other god huffed. “Like that matters. Time will pass and she will connect with him again.”
“It does matter!” Apollo roared. “If she is not connected with the First we are not to harm her! You—” Apollo growled at the increasingly close sound of hissing. “Call your two furies off or they will join their sister. I promise you.”
“We must—”
Too weak to hold my head up, I rested my forehead against the ground, but I didn’t need to see what happened to know that Apollo had lost his patience. Wind picked up and the ground shook. The two gods collided with a crack.
I closed my eyes and hoped that Apollo had won this round, because there was no way I was fighting anymore. No way at all.
Someone was body-slammed into the ground, followed by a quick succession of pops. The air crackled with electricity, and then silence, blissful silence.
Strong hands gripped my arms and gently rolled me onto my back. I stared up into silver eyes. “Alex?”
“I’m okay. Just… just a little twitchy. You?”
Aiden had seen better days. Blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth. A bruise shadowed his jaw and the front of his shirt was torn, but he was alive and he was okay.
His gaze scanned over me and then he lifted me up, not even bothering to put me on my feet. Holding me close, he turned and I surveyed the damage.
Solos and Marcus stood near Apollo, who held one of the Covenant daggers in his hand. Blood dripped from the edge, making me stare.
Apollo glanced down at it and shrugged. “He’ll get over it.”
I changed focus and stared at him.
“But I’m going to have to answer for that, I think.” Apollo handed the dagger to a bruised Solos. “And it may take a few days…”
Apollo stalked forward, stopping in front of us, and Aiden placed me down and stepped between us. The god smirked. “I know she’s broken the bond. Good to have you back, Alex.”
“Yeah,” I breathed.
He turned his attention to Aiden. “Keep the wards on the house until I can return. In the meanwhile, prepare for battle.”
Battle? What the hell did he think we’d just done?
Aiden nodded.
The god took a breath and flexed his hands. “And you were right. I was wrong.”
“I know,” Aiden said, and I glanced up, confused.
Apollo turned to the other men and nodded. His form started to fade. “Wait,” I called out. There were so many questions I had, but all he did was look over his shoulder and smile.
CHAPTER 8
I don’t remember much of the trek back to the cabin. At some point, I’d wiggled enough to get free and walk, but I was moving so slowly and so pathetically that Aiden had finally stopped grumbling under his breath and picked me back up.
I didn’t fight it after that. On my feet, I was more of a hindrance.
The cabin was quiet upon our return. Marcus and Solos had limped off, no doubt to tend to their injuries. Somehow the rest of the occupants knew that right now wasn’t time for a welcome back to the world of the sane and logical. Aiden carried me up the stairs and down the narrow hall, toward the bedroom he’d slept in when I’d been on the Elixir. I remembered that, even when I’d been high on the happy drink, I’d sought out his presence and snuggled against him on the couch. My heart tripped up.
Aiden started toward the bed, but I stopped him. “Shower,” I said hoarsely. “I need a shower.”
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“Yeah, you kind of do—we both do.” Pivoting around, he headed for the bathroom. There he placed me on my feet, his eyes shadowed with concern when I swayed a little. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just tired. There’s nothing seriously wrong with me.” And that was true. I was bruised and sore, but that was all. And I was lucky, considering we’d just been in a death match with a god of death and two furies. “Are you…?”
“I’m fine.” He stared a moment, then pressed a kiss on my cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.” I was a zombie on my feet.
His eyes searched my face with such stark relief that I gripped the sink. “Don’t hog all the hot water, all right?” he said.
That brought a small smile to my lips. As soon as he left, I turned slowly to the shower and twisted the faucets. Pulling off my ruined clothing was a painful experience. Every muscle ached and it took a few minutes. By the time I stepped into the stall, steam filled the bathroom.
I was probably going to use a week’s worth of hot water while Aiden most likely was rallying the troops and convincing them that I wasn’t a sociopath anymore.
I shivered under the stream, pressing my face to my hands. They shook. I shook. I moved them to the chain around my neck, slid my fingers to the rose. Something so small had been the one thing to break the connection.
But it wasn’t the rose itself, but what it symbolized—Aiden’s love for me and how I felt for him—something pure and natural, an emotion not forced. Seeing that had broken the bond between Seth and me.
Bringing the crystal to my lips, I pressed a kiss against the rose.
The bond was broken, but Seth was still there… at the end of the cord slumbering in the pit of my stomach. Gods, he’d been so furious, murderous really, but shock had rippled through our bond the second before it had ended. And then again, when Thanatos had hit me with the god bolt, he had been there like a creepy stalker with a one-way ticket to my brain.
Seth hadn’t believed I’d be capable of breaking the bond. And how far would this have gone if I hadn’t?
They’ll come to kill you. And although Thanatos didn’t have the juice to carry it out, he sure as hell didn’t have a problem putting a hurting on me—or anyone who defended me. People could’ve died today because of me.
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