The Savage Grace: A Dark Divine Novel(26)

“What about your dad? The rest of your family?”

“There’s nothing I can do to help my dad by staying here. I tried to do that healing thing on him with Gabriel, but it backfired and I ended up hurting him more.”

Talbot’s eyes widened when I said this.

“And my mom…” I bit my lip. “There’s no way to get through to her.” I didn’t even mention Jude, because I had no idea how to start helping him. I couldn’t even bring myself to look him in the eyes again.

Talbot brushed his hand through his wavy milk-chocolate-brown hair. “What about me? I can try to stop you.”

“No, Tal,” I said, using the close-friends nickname he asked me not to use once because it sounded too good coming from my lips. “There’s nothing you could do, short of miraculously making a moonstone appear out of thin air, that could make me change my mind. I’m going to go home to pack, and then I’m leaving in the morning.”

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but then closed it again as if reconsidering whatever it was that he’d wanted to stay. For a second, I thought I saw a deep pain flash behind his eyes.

I rocked up onto my tiptoes and brushed a light kiss on his cheek. His whole body shuddered with a sigh at the touch of my lips on his skin. He cared too much about me. “Just let me leave. Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

I brushed my hand down his arm, and he tried to snatch at my fingers as I turned away from him.

“No. Grace?”

My back was to him now, but I could hear the pleading urgency that filled his voice.

“Let me go.” I reached for the stairwell door.

“I can’t,” he said. “I can’t let you trade yourself to Sirhan.”

“I have to.”

“No you don’t.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me around to face him. “Because I have this.” He pressed something hard, flat, and warm into my palm, then pulled his hand away so I could see what he’d given me.

I almost didn’t recognize what it was at first. It was shaped like a rounded-off triangle, and the color was almost silver instead of the usual blackish hue. A large chink in it exposed an almost crystal-like center under its smooth surface—but the heat that pulsed off of it was unmistakable.

It felt just like hope.

“A moonstone?” I gasped.





Chapter Nine


FLAT-LINE


SIX MOONSTONE PULSES LATER

“How did you … ? Did you find this in the warehouse? Why didn’t you tell me right away?”

Talbot cleared his throat and turned his head so he wasn’t looking me in the eyes.

My gaze flitted back to the stone. It looked so weathered and tattered. Was that from the exposure to the fire in the warehouse? no, I realized. This stone was too large to have been one of the shattered fragments he could have found at the warehouse. I ran my finger over the surface of the stone, noticing the small hole drilled into one of the points of the triangle, probably where it had been strung onto a chain or leather string. My inspection of the stone lingered on the raw chink in the surface. It almost resembled the shape of a crescent moon that had been worn away by almost a year of being exposed to the elements.…

“This is the stone we were looking for in the churchyard, isn’t it? The other half of Daniel’s moonstone?”

I could see the tension in Talbot’s clenched jaw. He gave the slightest nod. He was hiding something, and I was pretty sure I knew what it was. The thought of it made my stomach churn.

“When did you find this?”

“Before.”

“Before when?”

“Before today.”

“You mean you found this yesterday? Before you told me to accept that it was hopeless that I was going to find it. Because you had it already. You had it all that time … before we decided to search the warehouse? Before you volunteered to go with my dad?” Raw power surged through my body, and my muscles clenched with a fire that burned just as strong as the betrayal I felt. “Before my dad got hurt!”

“Yes,” he breathed out.

“So you were just playing along? You had this stone all that time, and you didn’t tell me. You took my dad to that warehouse even though you knew he didn’t need to go. Were you only going there so you could hide anything he would have found there, too? My dad wouldn’t have gotten hurt if it weren’t for you! Why the hell would you keep this from me?”

He opened his mouth, but I didn’t let him speak.

“I know already,” I said. “You didn’t want me to have this moonstone because you don’t want Daniel to come back. Because you know you can’t compete with him. You think if he never comes back, I’ll eventually choose you. Well, you’re wrong.”

“I did it because I love you, Grace.”


“You don’t love me. You don’t even know what love is. You’re a selfish bastard. Anyone who would do this is a monster. You only tried to save my dad because you thought it would endear you to me, make me love you. Not because it was the right thing to do.” This realization made my insides lurch. “I could never love someone like that. I could never love someone who would hide this from me.” I held up the moonstone in my fist. But what I really wanted to do was let that fist fly. I wanted to punch Talbot in the face more than anything. No, I wanted to rip his face off. He deserves it.