Gold fire burned in his eyes. He was not exaggerating.
“I am more of a monster than you’ll ever be,” Nero told me. “You are kind and caring. And you have a frustrating habit of throwing yourself into danger to save the people that you care about. Is that the profile of a monster?”
“But you don’t know—”
His hands stroked down my cheeks. “I know.”
“No, I mean you don’t know what I am.”
“I don’t care what you are, Leda. I only care who you are.”
His words were so romantic, so sweet, that it hurt. Here he was professing his love, and he didn’t even know the full truth of it. I had to tell him.
“I don’t even know how I destroyed the dark angel’s mind when his power is so much stronger than mine,” I said quietly. “If my magic grows, if this power grows, could I do more? Could I really destroy a deity? While I was chained up in the demon’s dungeon, Zane came to me in a dream. He said the Guardians call me a god killer and demon slayer. If the gods and demons find out, they will kill me.”
“No one is killing you. I won’t let them.” He folded his arms around me, wrapping me in his hard embrace.
He was offering himself as a shield against anything and everything that might hurt me. I would have been a fool not to accept. But, still, he had to know what he was getting into.
“My mother is a demon.” I watched his face for his response. “And my father is a god.”
“I had considered the possibility.”
It wasn’t the response I’d expected after dropping that bomb on him.
“And it doesn’t bother you?” I asked. “The gods and demons would call me a disease, a scourge of unnatural, unholy magic.”
“Of course it doesn’t bother me.” He shot me an offended look.
My heart skipped a beat. “That’s how I can absorb both light and dark magic, both Nectar and Venom.”
Nero was just listening. And I couldn’t stop talking.
“Sonja wouldn’t tell me who my mother and father are, but I’m going to find out.”
“That way lies danger, Leda.”
I sighed. “I just have to know. And I have a plan.”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to march into heaven and hell, demanding answers.”
He knew me all too well.
“Pretty much.” A hard, determined smile stretched my mouth. “After all, we are long overdue for a family reunion.”
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