Torn(Demon Kissed Series)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Reckless was the word that described me best. I kept doing what I thought was right, even if it was incredibly reckless. I was flirting with disaster and I was a terrible tease. Walking with Collin, and being so close to him felt good. I didn’t want it to end. I revealed my plans to sneak to the surface to speak with Al. Throwing messages into the wind didn’t work too great for me. Although I tried, I didn’t know if she ever go them, and there was no way for me to hear her in return. A trip to the surface was necessary. But, when Collin found out that I’d planned on using the portal at the Roman catacombs, he cautioned me against it.

“You can’t go that way,” he said shaking his head. “Not if the Martis knew you entered there. And you said they followed you guys down here.” We’d been walking through the Underworld like it was normal. Hand in hand, we strolled past the jagged cliffs that tore through the cavern floor and stretched up into the inky sky and out of sight. His dragon was nearby, but didn’t get closer. The beast’s massive wings were hypnotic looking. They seemed impossibly thin to carry such a massive creature. When the dull red glow that illuminated the caverns lit the dragon’s wings he looked terrifyingly beautiful. So, I did my best to ignore the beast or acknowledge him the same way I would a cat or some other normal creature that decided to stalk me. Collin didn’t acknowledge the dragon, but then why would he, if it was his? I didn’t really care that the dragon was there, and the creature did keep the demons and grackles away. Collin and I walked on in silence with the beast looming in the distance like a dark cloud.

Collin hadn’t asked what happened to my friends yet. I told him that they’d come down here to help me, but I didn’t mention what happened after that. As we traced the paths that I’d walked with Eric and Shannon, emotions began to bubble from deep within me. They were too strong to hide and I could tell that Collin could sense my dismay through the bond.

“Ivy,” he started hesitantly, pushing his dark hair away from his eyes, “if you don’t want to talk about it, we won’t—but, what happened to them? Where are Shannon and Eric?”

We stopped walking suddenly, as I was unable to control a shudder. What happened to them? It was the question I was dreading. I wrapped my arms around my middle to chase away the chill that shook me, but it didn’t help. Nothing could help. Nothing could change what happened on the way to rescue Collin. I lost both of them. Taking a deep breath, I looked up into his eyes. Collin’s face was full of compassion. He knew something was very wrong. But he was right; I didn’t want to talk about it. Staring into his eyes, I knew that I couldn’t admit that I drained Eric’s soul. And, I could barely talk about Shannon without spewing venom so thick that it made my throat hurt. No. I didn’t want to talk about them at all. Blinking, I looked away from his gaze.

My voice was flat, concealing the tremors that were shaking me apart inside, “Shannon turned on me. She said that I was corrupt from the time Apryl died. She’d been pretending to be my friend since then. We fought. She tried to kill me. So, I sent her to the surface by shoving her through a black glass. And Eric…” I paused, swallowing hard. How was I supposed to admit to Collin that I turned someone into a Valefar? The one thing that Collin wanted the most was his soul. The thing he confessed to me from the very beginning was that he would do whatever it took to undo the Valefar curse. And here I was, adding people to the Valefar army of the damned. Collin was understanding, but I didn’t think he would understand my actions.

Not this time.

To confess that I turned Eric would poison our relationship. Collin would never look at me the same way again. The last time Collin and I spoke of souls and demon kisses, I was terrified. And now? Now, I admitted the idea held some appeal. A demon kiss—the act itself was horrendous—but I was part Valefar and it called to me. And at some point during my time in the Underworld, I noticed that I didn’t have to try to act Valefar anymore. I just was. I didn’t have to flip off my Martis side and intentionally change to my Valefar side. Somehow they became equally accessible, anytime I needed that part of me.

Swallowing hard, I said the only thing that I could admit that wouldn’t skew Collin’s perception of me, “Eric’s dead.” That was all that I could admit. And it was true. The Eric I knew was dead. The new terrifying version was still around, but I was too ashamed to admit it. I tried to save him, and failed. The old Eric, the boy I knew, was dead.


Collin’s fingers threaded through my hair as I looked up at him. He pushed back stray curls like he did when we were at school and I was upset about something. Now all those times seemed so trivial. I thought my world was falling apart then, and he acted the same. His steadfast nature gave me hope. Maybe I wouldn’t become the monster that fate carved out for me. Maybe I could still be someone else.

A curl slipped between his fingers and brushed my face. “I’m sorry about Eric. I know you guys were friends.” I nodded at him, but said nothing. When I didn’t speak he asked, “So, Shannon the shrew is a full-blown Martis? And you shoved her through a black mirror?” I nodded again. His gaze bore into me. Those blue eyes were so intense that it was impossible to look away. My heart raced below my tattered shirt. It felt like he could see right through me. He smiled, “Sounds normal. For you. And what else? What aren’t you telling me?”

My stomach twisted in knots at the question. Did the bond give me away? Could he really tell that I didn’t tell him everything? I couldn’t tell him what I did to Eric. I didn’t want to admit it to myself yet, and Collin—I just couldn’t tell him. I couldn’t risk it.

Finally he saved me from my thoughts and asked, “The glass? You can conjure the Locoician Glass! That’s incredible!”

Relieved that he didn’t more about Eric, I asked, “What? You mean the mirror?” He grabbed my hands and pulled me to sit next to him on a boulder. There was no one else around; it was just us in the darkness. The dragon, wherever he went, was out of sight for the moment.

He smiled at me, “Of course! That mirror hasn’t been seen for centuries. It’s a wicked looking glass—literally. It’s made of a black mirror and brimstone. And it’s cursed. No one’s seen it since the demon Locoicia was killed. It was hers. And you can call it! That’s amazing! What did you do with it?”

I didn’t know what he was talking about. Confusion lit my face, “I didn’t do anything with it.” The idea of calling an evil mirror sort of unnerved me. I didn’t realize I’d called it, and I had no idea what it did. One day it just appeared. Al thought it was evil, but she wasn’t certain of its origins. Apparently she was right. That nun was always right.

I shrugged, “It showed up and I shoved Shannon through it. I didn’t know what it was. The first time I saw it was when I had a vision about you. The next time was when I pushed Shannon through. It spit her out at the church in New York, and then it disappeared again. I haven’t seen it since.”

Collin’s face fell. “You pushed Shannon through the mirror?” He closed his eyes, blinking hard. “Oh wow. That’s not good.” He turned toward me, “Ivy, the mirror is enchanted. It amplifies people’s characteristics—their evil characteristics. Locoicia was a demon princess who wanted an army of unstoppable warriors. She would shove her slaves through the mirror to amplify their abilities. It made her army undefeatable.”

My jaw dropped. “Are you saying I just made Shannon undefeatable?” My shoulders slumped, as I looked up into the thick black sky, and ran my fingers through my hair while pulling hard. What were the odds of that? Why does this stuff happen to me? Shaking my head in disgust, I looked at him saying, “She’s their Seeker—the Martis chosen to kill me.” The last part came out as a laugh. I’d enabled her to hunt me down and kill me even faster, and all without knowing it. Awesome.

“Yeah,” Collin said with a coy smile on his face, “in the future, don’t shove your enemies through the mirror.” His voice was light and teasing. I shot him a look that said I was about to freak out, but he cut off my tirade, taking my hands in his. “It doesn’t matter. She’s up there. You’re down here. She can’t get at you down here.”

“But that’s just it,” I said springing up from my seat and pulling our hands apart. Collin remained seated and watched me pace. I spoke at an increasing volume with my hands flying, desperation filling my voice, “I can’t stay down here Collin. I don’t belong here. I want to go home. I need to talk to Al. There are things happening that I don’t understand. I can ask you about the Valefar side of things, but I’m part Martis too and if that part dies…”my voice trailed off. I couldn’t even begin to fathom what my life would be like if I allowed that to happen.  “I don’t want to lose that part of me. I can’t become the Prophecy One. I have to do this. I have to sneak up there and find Al.”

At one time I’d felt that I could have told Collin everything, but not now. Not when things were so precarious. It could lead to my undoing. And then I wasn’t entirely certain of some things myself; like why was Lorren down here? How significant was it that he saved me—especially since there is an army of Martis trying to kill me? I stared at Collin’s face wanting to say these things, but feeling like I couldn’t. I hadn’t told Collin about Lorren either. I didn’t know what to think of that whole situation, and I wanted to discuss it with someone very much. But, revealing Lorren would also reveal my fatal wound. I couldn’t say anything. Collin couldn’t know.

I needed Al for these things. I pushed back the thoughts before the bond betrayed me. Right now I knew that my emotions were running wild and that my thoughts were so jumbled he couldn’t get an un-garbled read on me. One thought penetrated all the others. It cut through the worry and fear, shooting straight to the top of my mind.

Please.