“You don’t need to explain it.”
“I want to explain. To you.” He took my hand in his. “I was never a saint. Far from it, actually, but I wasn’t entirely evil. I argued with and contradicted everyone in my life, but I never betrayed them. At least, not all of them.” Like he betrayed Victor—a mistake I knew he regretted. “But … I’ve changed now. I don’t know how to explain it. I guess being human for over twenty years and actually living like them, understanding them, changed me.”
I knew it had changed him. I remembered the vision I had seen, of those men attacking his family and him at the open market, and the men killing his parents. I remembered his pain, his ache. I knew he would never forget that.
I squeezed his hand. “I believe you.”
Letting out a long breath, he kissed my temple before rising, gently tugging my elbow. I let him guide me upward.
I tried to etch the image of my family in my mind. During the tough times ahead of us, I had to hang on to one good thing. And my family was the best thing. Followed closely by Micah, who, among all this mess, was stealing my heart. I glanced at him. He already had stolen my heart with his rough face, his bad boy act, his caring side, his sweet touches, his hot kisses, and everything in between. My heart was his, even if he would never accept it.
I sighed. Even if he wanted to accept it, I knew there was no future for us. In a couple of months, I would die and he would forget I had ever existed. But for now, I wanted to enjoy these perfect moments.
With that in mind, I turned to Micah, stood on my tiptoes, and kissed him. A quick peck on his soft lips. “Thanks,” I whispered, pulling back.
Shock flashed on his face, before being replaced by that cocky smile of his. “Anything for you, darling.”
He entwined his fingers with mine, and we walked back through the portal.
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Chapter One
Thirty or forty years ago, I wouldn’t have stared at the girl in front of me for more than five seconds before charming her into going to bed with me.
But this girl ... this girl was different.
“I think that’s everything,” Nadine said, stepping out of the cottage as Rok flew from the roof.
It was early January. The lights around the cottage reflected off the three feet of snow and illuminated Nadine’s long brown hair, tinting some strands bronze. Her hair, her dark green eyes, and her red lips contrasted with her fair skin; the only thought on my mind was that I had never seen a more beautiful girl in my entire life. And I had been alive for quite some time.
Nadine approached me, and as it was every time she looked at me, I fought the urge to reach to her, to pull her against me, to kiss her, to—
“It is everything, isn’t it?” She glanced at the bag slung across my shoulder and the box in my arms. She held her sister’s stuffed bunny in one hand and a duffel bag in another.
We had been moving to our new location all day, making several trips to and from, and now we were the last ones here.
“I think so,” I replied, quickly glancing to Rok hovering above our heads. “Ready?”
She walked down the porch steps, into the snow, and turned to the cottage. Her eyes scanned it, as if she wanted to take every little detail with her.
She slung the duffel bag over her shoulder and flipped the collar of her jacket up. “It’s odd. I feel like I should feel bad for leaving this place after fleeing so many others, after losing so many people.” She sighed. “But I don’t, and I totally should, especially after seeing the new place Ceris got us.”
I nodded, knowing too well that the new place brought her depressing memories.
No matter. It was a new place, a new path on our journey, a new beginning. We were on the right track.
I offered my arm to her. “Let’s go, darling.”
With a half-smile that made my heart skip a beat, Nadine sauntered to me and hooked her arm with mine.
I scooted closer to her, closer than necessary because I could and because I wanted to, and then I transported us out of there.
New freaking York fucking City. That was where Ceris found a couple of intact buildings and apartments, one of the few Omi and the demons hadn’t completely destroyed when they invaded the city over a month ago. She had found many bodies in them though. Levi, Izaera, and I helped her clean the large third floor, four bedroom apartment she had chosen before she brought the others to the city.
“They will never look for us here,” Ceris said, using her powers to scrub the walls clean of blood.
She was probably right, but I knew Nadine wouldn’t be okay with it.
When we brought the others, Nadine didn’t disguise her disgust, but made no other objections. She understood why Ceris had chosen this place, and she agreed with the goddess’s reasons. Still, it wasn’t easy for her.
“Are you all right?” I asked as we walked among the debris, rumble, and flipped cars that lined the area around the apartment.
Ceris, Levi, Izaera, and I had united our powers to build a strong ward around the place with a radius of three blocks. Then we cleaned paths that led to the building while moving bodies, cars, and broken glass out of the way.
“I’m fine,” she answered, pointing the flashlight to our improvised trail. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of the decay and avoided looking around too much.
We arrived at the building, crossed through the front doors, walked up three flights of stairs—the elevator was destroyed—and opened the door to the apartment.
It wasn’t bad. A large living room with a fireplace, two sofas and four armchairs, a coffee table, lamps, and other decorative stuff, though most we had to throw away. Vases, pictures, paintings, rugs, pillows—all broken or tainted by blood—were now in the trash. Then there was a dining room for ten and a fully equipped kitchen. There was an office and half-bath in the front. Next to them was a corridor that led to four bedrooms, one being a suite, and two separate bathrooms.
We had to replace most beds, comforters, and pillows, since those had also been destroyed during the invasion. We had to find generators and fuel for the electricity, and we had gone to a grocery store in Australia—so not to leave a trace around here—for food and drinks.