Untouchable Darkness (The Dark Ones Saga, #2)(64)

“Fight it,” I urged. “Learn how to fight it, learn how to focus on the good, the bright, the joy. Feel the cold, let it become a part of you.”

“He’s warm.” Her voice was hollow. “He’s so warm.”

“Do not allow the temptation of something so fleeting as warmth cause you to lose your footing on reality.” I spoke quietly taking her face between my hands. “All Dark Ones are born with this choice… stay between the mortal planes of humanity and immortals alike, or give in to the darkness.”

She gritted her teeth together and slammed her hands against my chest with a scream.

White hot flames teased my skin as I flew through the air toward the window, I held up a block of ice just in time to keep myself from damaging Ethan’s home further, while Stephanie fell backward off the bed.

The room smelled like burnt skin, but already my body was healing, knitting cells back together while I maneuvered around the bedroom to see if Stephanie was okay.

I froze as she stood to her feet, still naked, wobbly. The palms of her hands were black with soot and near her left cheek was a strip of red hair.

The sign of fire.

The sign of Darkness taking hold.

“I’m sorry.” She ran toward me. “Are you hurt? I just, I was trying to push him away, not you.”

“No.” I grabbed her wrists, carefully examining her hands. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Nodding, she tugged her hands free and wrapped her arms around me. “I think… I need to go for a walk.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“No.” She shook her head violently. “I need to go by myself… It’s not you, it’s…” She shrugged as her words trailed off into the empty atmosphere of the room.

They held no physical power, words, but being dismissed felt like being punched without warning.

I wasn’t sure how to respond.

How to react to the fact that my mate, the one I’d just loved, joined with, promised my life to—was shutting me out, this time purposefully, right before my very eyes.

“Stephanie.” I reached for her hand but she jerked back. “You don’t need to hide from me.”

“I know,” she said quickly.

The lie hung in the air between us like a giant visible rift of separation. She might as well be on another planet. “Then take all the time you need.”

She didn’t just walk out of the room.

She fled.

“Sariel…” Weakness consumed me. “Help where I cannot.”

I waited in anticipation for his answer.

But instead of words, it was the sound of feathers blowing in the wind, ruffling up all at once and taking flight.

And finally. “I will try.”

“It is all I ask.”

“No.” Sariel’s voice carried inside my head. “You ask a great deal more, son, more than I am allowed to give.”

I hung my head then slowly, robotically, put my clothes back on and made my way downstairs.

The kitchen was empty.

Mason wasn’t hidden behind some pot cooking and ordering people around, and Alex wasn’t sitting back on the table, smug look in place as he looked down on everything that dared not be enraptured by his presence.

And Ethan.

His scent was near, but that was all.

“Cassius?”

Genesis’s voice was so unexpected that I startled, nearly running into the door frame in an effort to turn around. Her scent was different now that she was mated with the Vampire, I had forgotten its lingering sweetness, the way the mixture of human and Vampire blood hummed through the air like an electrical current, pulling and tugging.

Her bright green eyes glistened. “Did I? A mere human? Frighten you, oh, great one?”

I held back my laugh—just barely—as a smile spread across my face. “I believe you did.”

“And to think, Dark Ones…” She made a face. “So terrifying.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Did you just roll your eyes?”

I paused and then released the pent-up laugh. “First time for everything. I blame Alex.”

“It’s just easier that way,” she agreed holding out her hand.

I hesitated at first, old habits died hard. There had once been a time when I would have done anything to touch her, to mate with her, to break the curse that Ethan and I had started when his mate betrayed him.

Touching humans wasn’t a normal occurrence. With a sigh, I pressed my palm against hers and then linked my fingers, enjoying the softness of her hand, the warmth that was so foreign to my own skin as it simmered.

“You’re eyes are white again,” she whispered.

“I like your warmth,” I said honestly. Not in a way that meant I wanted her. “You comfort me. Imagine that?”

She squeezed my hand lightly and led me into the adjoining living room. Next to the fireplace she had a mug of something sweet, hot chocolate perhaps? And a blanket. I scooted a chair next to her and sat, our hands still touching, still grasping, feeling one another.

It was the most calm I’d felt all evening.

Sitting with a human, by the fire.

Sitting with a Vampire’s mate.

Sitting.

Watching.

Maybe I inherited that from my father? The keen ability to be able to stay awake and watch, in hopes that by keeping my eyes open I’d, what? Save the world from itself? Save the woman I loved?