“Yes. You like me in your bed,” I say sullenly, looking at his wickedly handsome face as he smiles at me.
“Dat’s exactly right,” he agrees. “Ye must be hungry. Let’s go feed ye.”
Russell
CHAPTER 14
Angel And
Soul Mate
I take the shot and point to the shot glass that I slam back down on the bar. “Another,” I say, watchin’ the barmaid look at me skeptically.
“Why don’t ya pace yourself, honey? You look like a nice kid. And ya have sucha purdy face. I don’t want to see nothin’ bad happen to ya,” she says with a pityin’ look.
“Then, don’t look,” I mutter, waitin’ as she pours another shot of Johnny Walker Red.
As I set the glass back down on the bar, I see a movement out of the corner of my eye. Looking over at the barstool next to me, Reed is sittin’ there like he materialized out of thin air. I stiffen, but I don’t say anythin’.
What’s there to say anyhow? She’s gone, for now anyway, we let him get her. I let him get her.
“It’s noon, Russell,” Reed says, not lookin’ at me, but across the bar.
“Thanks Big Ben, why don’t ya head back to parliament, where ya belong. Run along now—there’s a good chap,” I reply, sippin’ the beer I had ordered earlier.
“Wow, you’re purdy, too,” the barmaid preens as she drops a napkin in front of Reed. “Ya got I.D, Mr. GQ?” she asks him.
“Ma’am, he’s older than dirt,” I say honestly, but she ignores me.
“Nothing for me, thank you,” Reed says with a polite frown. “I came to collect my friend,” he says, indicatin’ me.
“Ahh, that’s nice,” she says, smilin’ at him. “Did someone break his heart?” she asks Reed, like I’m not even sittin’ here.
“Something like that,” he murmurs and I snort.
“He stole my girl,” I say to the barmaid, and she looks at us both and takes a step back, not sure that she wants to be involved in this conversation.
“You think that’s what happened?” Reed asks me in his quiet, contemplative way, watchin’ the woman walk down the bar to assist a couple that just sat down at the other end.
“Yeah,” I reply grimly, takin’ another sip of my beer.
“I don’t think that’s what happened, Russell,” he says.
“Oh, ya don’t? What do ya think happened then?” I ask, not really carin’ what he thinks.
“I think you tore her heart out and her soul too,” he says in a low tone as he turns to look at me. “It’s the only thing that makes sense to me.”
“What are ya talkin’ ‘bout?” I ask him, growin’ still.
“I would be interested to know about what happened in your last lifetime…the one just before this one. Did you leave that life early? Die young?” he asks. “Did you leave her behind?”
“I’m not sure. Why?” I counter as my eyes narrow.
“Because she still won’t let you go. She loves you even when the angel part of her keeps telling her not to—begging her not to and I keep wondering why that is. It’s like the angel side of her knows something that the human side of her refuses to admit. The only thing I can come up with is that you must have betrayed her somehow. You never intended to stay here—in this lifetime. She pulled you back. She changed your destiny—made you stay with her.”
“There’s no way I’d betray her,” I scoff at his reasonin’. “And I wanted to stay, or I wouldn’t be here. I had a choice—I asked to stay. I remember beggin’ for it as I was dyin’. I had to stay to help her.”
He faces forward again, pickin’ up my empty shot glass and studyin’ it. “I keep wondering why anyone would pick a mission like this one. To be born the only half-breed with a soul.” When I look at Reed he says, “Oh, yeah, she chose this. Although this is an honor, it’s more like a suicide mission and one that not many souls would volunteer for because there are so many ways to lose yourself—lose your soul to Sheol, it’s the probable outcome. So I have to wonder why she would agree to do it. Was it that she is just that good?” he asks me rhetorically, “Or, was it because she no longer cared what happened to her? And if that is the case, why didn’t she care what happens to her? And no matter how I look at it, I keep coming back to you,” he says, turnin’ the shot glass over and puttin’ it down in front of me.
“You think I know the answer?” I ask him angrily.
“No, I know you don’t. But someone does. I’m just waiting for that someone to show up,” he says, lookin’ at me.
“Good luck with that,” I reply, hopin’ he’ll leave soon.
“No, she won’t let you go,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “It’s like she still needs you even when you don’t need her anymore,” he says in a flat tone.
“What do you know ‘bout what I need?” I ask him furiously.
“Do you know what she did when she found out that the Ifrit had you?” he asks me rhetorically. “She allowed an Undine named Safira to humiliate her in order to not offend Safira so that she would help her save you. She lied to me, she lied to Zee, she went against every precaution that we set up to protect her, and then she made a deal with the Gancanagh so that they would save you from the Ifrit.”
“I never asked her to do any of that,” I mutter, feelin’ like he’s chokin’ me.
“No, you didn’t have to, she would do it again in a heartbeat, too,” he says without a hint of doubt.
“How do ya know that it wasn’t me that chose this mission?” I ask.
“For one, she was born to it, and for another, she never sat around in a bar at noon while her soul mate needed her help,” he replies. “You are here out of obligation…maybe some guilt, too. Why don’t you just let her go, if you aren’t going to help her?”
I point my finger at him. “This is all bullshit, Reed! Yer total bullshit! Ya know ya stole her from me and this is yer way of tryin’ to get rid of me,” I accuse. His speculation is makin’ me want to hurt him more than I normally do.
“How is it possible to steal a soul mate? Have you asked yourself that? It’s impossible, and yet, she loves me with a fierceness I’ve never—could never fathom existed. She chose me. I don’t know why, but I’m grateful and I love her and I will do anything for her…even talk to you—if it will save her.”
“I’m gonna get her back, Reed,” I promise in a soft tone, lookin’ him in the eyes, so he knows I’m not playin’.
Reed’s eyes narrow dangerously. “She is bound to me, she swore an oath to me. She’s my…” and he says some word in Angel that I don’t know.
“She has sworn many, many, oaths to me in more lifetimes than ya can count and she’s my soul mate and I will have her back,” I assure him.
“Then, help us so that there will be something left in her to win back, Russell!” he says with a fierce scowl. Reed is seriously pissed off that I’m gonna try to get her back, but he had to know that I’ll try even before he walked into the bar. He must be convinced that she won’t be comin’ back if we don’t figure out a way to save her.
My heart sinks further. “Is he torturin’ her?” I ask, goin’ white. I have nightmares ‘bout what might be happenin’ to her.
“Brennus is extremely intelligent, Russell,” he says. “He already tried torture. He knows she’s too strong to succumb to that.”
“Then, she’ll survive this. He can’t bite her, it’s the stipulation that breaks the contract,” I say, and I watch as Reed turns and stares at me like I’m an idiot.
“Once she’s one of them, he wouldn’t need the contract to keep her with him, would he? She would be his slave and he her master and her soul will be forfeit to Sheol. No, but that is plan B. If Brennus cannot win her, he will bite her. She knows that, I think–she is so clever,” Reed says as a small smile comes to his lips. “So, she will play along for a while, but he is not a patient demon. He is used to getting his way and we cannot underestimate how dedicated he will be to his plan. He wants to win
her and he knows more about pleasure than you and I put together…all forms of pleasure.”
I think ‘bout that for a second and feel my face flush hot with anger.
Reed glances at me and says, “Exactly,” and his face mirrors my coloring.
“So what do we do?” I ask.
“Our first priority is to find them. They are experts at cloaking themselves. The Gancanagh use their magic well and it’s ancient magic. They have learned techniques to help them fly below the radar, like importing their food supply, perhaps even raising their own ‘stock’ and disposing of the evidence,” Reed says. “But they cannot block you, I don’t believe. You and Evie are connected. You are ‘the other,’ as Brennus so aptly calls you.”
“You need me to find her for ya? And then what?” I ask. “You go there and try to take her away, yer gonna make it worse for her. She can’t leave and if ya get caught, he’ll kill ya, or worse. What else will Red have to give up to save ya, too?” I ask solemnly. “None of y’all can kill him! Not with her tied to him. He intertwined his life with hers, so if ya cut him, she bleeds.” I explain, and I feel almost crazy with the pain of knowin’ I am the one that did that to her.
A look of frustration crosses Reed’s face. “I’m not going to try to take her from him, not physically anyway. I have to try to help her so that he doesn’t break her, so that he doesn’t get her soul,” Reed admits, like he is ashamed of not havin’ a better plan at the moment.
“How’re ya gonna do that?” I ask.
“We are going to do it. It’s going to take both of us,” he says, turning to look in my eyes and I see what it’s takin’ him to say that, the pain that I have refused to see until now. “I’m not just worried about him breaking her. He is strong—powerful,” Reed admits grudgingly before he goes on. “But, when the evil community realizes that he has her, he is going to need every ounce of his power to keep her.”
“Whaddaya mean? Ya mean that there are worse things out there that can get her if ya don’t find her?” I ask. I can’t begin to estimate how very, very, pissed off that is makin’ me. I already know that there are crueler things than the Gancanagh…I know it first hand. “So yer saying, ya might have to help that demon hold on to her?” I ask.
“Let’s pray we can figure out an alternative to that—but if it comes to that, then yes, that is what I will do. There is evil that you have not seen yet. Things that make the Ifrits look benign,” Reed says with a worried frown.
I shudder and begin to quietly shake like I’ve been doin’ since I left the church. “Why didn’t none of y’all tell us that? Ya know, before?” I ask.
“Could you have conceived of what I was saying until now?” Reed counters in a soft tone.
I slowly shake my head. “Naw. Nothin’ could’ve prepared me for Valentine.” I say, feelin’ sick. “I’ll help ya, Reed. It’s Red. There’s no question that I’ll help only…” I trail off, takin’ my tremblin’ hands from the bar and hidin’ them under it. They are shakin’ so bad that I want to order another shot to see if it will stop them for a few hours.
“Russell, it’s been a long time since I endured the kind of torture that you just experienced and when it happened to me, I was much older than you—at least your body, anyway,” he says without a hint of humor. “It is gruesome and it won’t get better for a while. Even when your body heals within days, the memory of what happened will linger. Everything will make you feel tense—noise, silence, certain scents, the emotions of others…” he trails off before he says, “Brownie is going to be someone you will be tied to for a long time. She shared your pain. You will need to be near her at times, and at other times, it will be almost impossible to look at her face.”
“How long does that last?” I ask quietly, not sure I want to have this conversation with him, but not able to stop myself from havin’ it.
“As long as it lasts,” he says, and his answer makes my throat feel tight. “I have learned something in the length of time that I have been here. This is temporary. Everything changes, whether you will it to or not. What you feel now will eventually fade and you will cease to remember it, until you need the information that you learned from it to survive, then it will be there for you. At the times that I have felt out of control, like you do now, I found that one thing always makes me feel more in control, more focused.”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Work,” he says. “Do you feel like working?”
“What do you have in mind?” I ask, feelin’ like I know what he’s sayin’ without him havin’ to say it. Maybe he and Zee will let me stalk some Fallen with them.
“Well, I thought that I had taken care of all the Gancanagh who have been following me before I came in, but I think there are a few of them outside waiting for me to come back out. You want in?” he asks, and I freeze.
“The Gancanagh have been followin’ you?” I ask, stunned.
“Yes. I am their public enemy number one,” he smiles at me, like he is delighted with the distinction. “Brennus is persistent. He wants me to cease to be. He has been sending me only his most seasoned killers. Zephyr is very jealous. Don’t tell him that I let you help me, or he will sulk.”
Evie
CHAPTER 15
Forgiving Magic
Hearing Brennus chuckle next to me, I don’t look up from the book I’m reading as I say smugly, “I told you that you’d like it.”
“Ye did,” Brennus replies, turning the page in the book I gave him. “I must admit dat dis Poe human has a way about him. I enjoy da inventive ways he tortures. He employs da fear of pain much more dan I do—I jus go wi’ da pain—’tis usually very effective.”
“Is it, The Pit And The Pendulum?” I ask, lowering my book to look at him next to me on the sofa in my library room.
“’Tis,” Brennus smiles nefariously.
“I didn’t give you that book to read so that you could learn new forms of torture. It wasn’t supposed to be instructional, you know?” I say with a sigh.
“Like I would need instruction on torture,” Brennus says with a laugh. I shiver a little because truer words were never spoken. “Dere are many forms of torture. Did ye know dat? Dere is sensual torture as well…” he says, lifting my hand and kissing my palm, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body this time.
“I’m sure there are, Brennus,” I say, trying to tug my hand away from his lips. “That’s not something I want to learn from you.”
His eyes darken with desire. “But, I am da best teacher,” he says with hubris, undaunted by my rejection of his affection.
“Maybe you can answer a question for me then,” I say, trying to distract him from kissing me again. He lets go of my hand and waits for me to ask my question. “Do you know why I’m broken?”
“Whah?” Brennus asks with concern, while scrutinizing me with his eyes to see if there is some physical deformity to be repaired.
“I could do things before that I can’t do now,” I admit, biting my lip.
“Whah can ye na do now?” he asks me with concern in his green eyes.
“I’m no longer having any nightmares…premonitions,” I say, not sure if he knows that I have been seeing the bad things before they happen.
“Ye are safe now, mo chroí. Nuting is going ta harm ye now, so ye would na have nightmares, would ye?” he asks in his rhetorical way.
I hadn’t thought of that. Could it be true? Could being with Brennus make me safe, so that I no longer dream of a scary future? I wonder. I had thought it was because Paradise has deserted me because I willingly entered into an evil contract.
“I…I can’t send out any of my…clones either,” I say, blushing. “I tried to send them to my friends, to let them know that I’m all right, but nothing happened.”
“Dat, I believe, is part of our contract,” Brennus replies. “In yer mind, ye know dat even if ye are na sending a message ta him, yer friends will relay da message ta him, so ye would den be ‘communicating wi’ h
im’ which ye can na do.”
“Oh,” I reply. “That makes sense because I can’t even send an email. I tried to write to my friend, Buns, but I couldn’t send it. It was so frustrating, because I wrote it all, but every time I tried to click on ‘send,’ I would click on ‘cancel’ instead.”
“I tink ye are na broken. I tink dat ’tis jus dat ye can na communicate wi’ dem. Ye should try sending one of yer clones ta Molly or ta me,” he says casually, like he is not angry that I tried to talk to my friends.
“I tried to call Buns, too. I couldn’t even dial her number to call her,” I say.
“Ye are too intelligent, mo chroí,” he smiles. “Ye can na fool yerself into tinking ’tis na jus like speaking ta him. Ye’re da one dat sets da parameters of da contract—yer mind sees all da possibilities and den it compares dem ta da contract. Ye are much too honorable for yer own good. Dis contract works so well on ye because ye are na evil,” he says, shaking his head with an ironic grin creeping to the corners of his mouth.
“Well, that completely bites, Brennus,” I say in frustration.
He laughs hard at my comment, “Dat’s funny.”
“So, in theory, if I could lie to myself effectively, then I could do anything I wanted?” I ask him. “Even leave here.”
“In theory, ye could. I would na have entered into dis type of contract wi’, say, an Ifrit, because dey are evil and dey can convince demselves dat up is down and down is up if dey wanted ta. Evil will believe deir own lies, ye see?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say grudgingly. “I hate magic.”
“Ah, come now, dere are a lot of very nice spells, too,” Brennus says in a gentle tone, putting his arm around my shoulder and hugging me. “Would ye like ta see one?” he asks.
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