“Care to go to hell?” I countered.
“Super.” He nodded. “You’ve been cursed to humanity, and yet you still have that chipper attitude…”
“Cassius?” Genesis interrupted. “You look…”
“Rough.” Mason coughed. “He looks rough.”
I sighed, “As much as I love family reunions, can we please take this inside? I’m cold.”
The minute the words left my mouth I felt weak.
And ashamed of my weakness, so much so that I felt my cheeks heat again. Shit, I didn’t like this, not one bit. How the hell was I supposed to win over Stephanie when I had nothing to offer her?
No protection.
Only weakness.
I was beginning to realize I hadn’t made a deal with an Angel, but the Devil, and I was going to end up paying with my life.
Stephanie
“DID HE JUST SAY he was cold?” Alex repeated after Cassius’s disappearing form.
“Yeah.” The words felt hollow coming out of my mouth. “He did.”
Alex tapped his chin then looked at the doorway Cassius had just walked through. “Interesting.”
Interesting? Try terrifying.
I rubbed my arms, I wasn’t cold, just uncomfortable… It almost felt like we’d switched places, though I had never been human to begin with, so I couldn’t even imagine what Cassius was going through—or what desperation had taken place in his mind to get him to a place where turning into a human was even a bargaining chip.
It was a punishment. It had to be.
Ethan put his muscled arm around my shoulder and kissed my temple. “So it seems you have a lot of explaining to do… or maybe just Cassius?”
I shrugged. “I know just about as much as you guys.”
“Well.” Mason rubbed his hands together and cackled. “This should be fun.”
“Play nice,” Ethan snapped. Then, as if realizing what he was saying, he chuckled. “I should probably remind myself of that.”
Genesis nodded. “You did try to kill him a few days ago.”
“He wanted what was mine,” Ethan fired back, his eyes blazing green as he hissed out a curse.
I stepped away from his embrace and made my way slowly into the house. Cassius was sitting in the kitchen staring out the window like it was going to suddenly turn into a TV and show him his destiny if he stared hard enough.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I joked.
He was silent.
The room was strung with tension.
I gulped.
“Weak.” Cassius whispered the word. “I had forgotten how weak humans were.”
“Are,” I interjected without thinking.
His nostrils flared, “My apologies. Are. Present tense.”
“Grammar lessons?” Mason waltzed into the kitchen and pulled out a chair; it scratched across the floor loud enough to make my ears hurt. “So Cassius, feeling… all right?”
Cassius rolled his eyes. “Just come out and ask it, Wolf.”
“You look funny.”
Cassius snorted out a laugh. “That all you got?”
“Smells funny too.” Ethan joined in from behind me.
“And let’s not forget.” Alex patted Cassius on the shoulder. “Your eyes aren’t freaky anymore.”
“I was never freaky,” Cassius defended looking completely insulted as he crossed his bulky arms over his chest. Pieces of his dark hair fell to his sharp chin.
“You were,” everyone except me said in unison.
Cassius briefly glanced down at the table then back out the window. I sat next to him, not really knowing if it was my place to offer him comfort or just wait for everyone to finally pry out of him what the heck had happened.
“So.” Ethan spoke after a few minutes. “Now that we’re in the safety of the house, mind filling us in?”
Cassius gazed at me out of the corner of his eye, his jaw was set in a firm line almost like he didn’t want me to be there.
“It’s a… test of sorts,” he finally said. “From Sariel.”
Mason grumbled “bastard” under his breath as he walked over to the island and started pulling out pots and pans. He’d turned into one of those people who stress cooked even if he didn’t eat what he cooked—which was fine considering Genesis was still human and now that she was pregnant really needed food. The guy could probably compete on MasterChef and win by a landslide. Ever since Genesis had moved in, it seemed all he did was watch the cooking channel and go grocery shopping.
Odd behavior for a species known for ripping humans’ throats out.
“A test,” Ethan repeated. “Care to elaborate or is that all we’re going to get?”
Cassius was silent.
Of course.
No emotion. It pissed me off. At least being human I expected him to do something, react somehow, at least the way he had in the car, but now it was like staring at a stone wall.
“It involves Stephanie.” He said my name like a curse. I recoiled slightly into myself, nobody seemed to notice how his words affected me, how they made me want to flinch and scream all at the same time. Instead, I plastered an indifferent look on my face and waited. “I’m to… help her.”
“Help her what?” Ethan’s voice was laced with dread.
“Find herself?” Cassius said it as more of a question.
“Is she lost?” Alex piped up.
“She was at Starbucks staring at couples, let’s not forget that,” Mason called out from the kitchen, while my face flushed with heat. “And she’s been moody.”