Then his mouth lowered, but not to my lips, though they parted in reckless anticipation. Instead, he kissed my cheek, whispering his darkest secret at the same time.
Im the last descendant of Judas, and like my infamous forefather, my fate has been, and always will be, to betray the children of David.
chapter sixteen
I felt like I couldnt breathe. His mouth was still pressed to my skin, caramel-colored hair like rough silk against my forehead, breaths teasing my ear with soft heat. Add that to his revelation, and the wall was the only thing holding me up.
Adrian, I began.
Dont. His hand tightened in my hair. Everything thats happened since we met only proves how entangled in our fates we already are. Judians and Davidians have always been drawn to one another, but then Judians betray and destroy Davidians. Thousands of years and countless betrayals later, were the only ones left.
His hand stroked from my shoulder to my face, moving over it in a caress that made my skin burn.
Maybe being the last of our lines made what we feel for each other so much stronger. Im not just drawn to you, Ivy. Ive wanted you since the first time you touched me. It was as if you reached inside and claimed something that had always been yours. He drew back to stare at me as if he was trying to memorize my features. Thats why I thought you had to be a minion. Nothing but dark magic had ever felt so powerful, and when I touch you, its a thousand times worse. Youre the light I can never have...and Im the darkness youll never succumb to.
His hand dropped, leaving my skin feeling cold. Thats why it would never work between us, so now you understand why I need to get away from you, Ivy. Before I betray you like everyone else in my line has betrayed Davidians. I refuse that part of my fate, and its not just to spite Demetrius anymore. Its because I cant stand the thought of hurting you.
Before my next breath, he was standing in the sanctuary entrance, the night surrounding him like a cloak.
So do what your ancestors werent able to, he rasped. Save yourself by never believing you can save me.
Then he was gone, leaving me with questions I had no answers to and emotions I couldnt seem to control.
Tomas sat in the sanctuary with me, his cell phone screen providing a small circle of light. Adrian and Costa were on the roof, watching out for any unwelcome visitors. Even if Adrian wasnt the only one who could see in the dark, he still wouldnt have stayed down here. His decision to avoid me didnt take into consideration my wishes on the subject.
For now, Id let him get away with that. My emotions got in the way when Adrian was near, so this gave me a chance to separate fact from feeling. Unfortunately, that hadnt helped.
Fact: Adrian had lived like a demon for many years. Feeling: with how hed been brought up, he wouldnt have known it was wrong. Fact: he felt doomed to repeat the mistakes of his ancestors. Feeling: to hell with them, everyone was responsible for their own choices. Fact: I didnt want to be betrayed. Feeling: Adrian wouldnt do it. Fact: I shouldnt fall for a borderline psychopath with demonic daddy issues. Feeling: something special was brewing between me and Adrian, and it had nothing to do with Adrian being the last Judian or me being the last Davidian.
The sound of a car interrupted my thoughts. I ran over to the window, but Tomas said, Dont worry, its my friends.
How do you know? I couldnt see anything except headlights.
Because they just texted me, Dont shoot, were here.
Okay, then. Tomas went to tell Adrian and Costa, and I stayed in the sanctuary, watching through windows that hadnt seen a pane of glass in decades. A worn Chevy pulled into the monastery, two people in front and one in the back. They got out, speaking Spanish so rapidly I only caught the names Tucco, Danny and Jorge. Theyd brought a bunch of weapons, though, and that made them a welcome sight.
Adrian was in the middle of checking the scope on a rifle when he paused, staring into the distance. Are there more of you coming, Tucco?
No, por qué? the shorter man replied.
Adrian cocked the rifle. Take positions on top of the church, he said curtly. Weve got company.
I didnt see anything, but I believed him. So did the others. They scrambled to unload the rest of the guns, then at Adrians command, parked the truck in front of the sanctuary. Now the vehicle blocked the largest entrance to where I was, although the windows were big enough for someone to get through.
Adrian proved that when he vaulted through one, angling his big body sideways to fit.
Here, he said, pressing a small caliber gun into my hand. Thisll be easier for you to use. Its cocked and ready. All you have to do is pull the trigger.
And not get it yanked away, I said grimly.
Adrian flashed me a smile. Second times the charm.
I hoped so. Adrian, before you go
No matter what happens, stay here, he said, cutting me off. They cant cross hallowed ground. The guns for emergencies, but Tomasll be with you. Stay down so the minions dont see you. Well be on the roof, keeping them from getting too close.
No, I protested, but he was already gone. Tomas jumped through the window Adrian had just vacated, his dark gaze flicking to me as he accepted a bundle of automatic weapons from Costa.
You want to help, sí? At my vigorous nod, Tomas gestured to the weapons. Ill show you how to change the magazines. When I run out, you replace them.
In the short time it took me to learn, three cars began bouncing across the desert terrain toward the monastery, their headlights the only illumination for miles.
Any chance theyre lost tourists? I asked with a fake chuckle.
Tomas shrugged. Could be members of a local drug cartel.
Oh, lets hope.
When they were close enough to notice the truck blocking the entrance, the vehicles screeched to a stop. A barrage of gunfire from the roof cut off the instant chatter of Demonish, dashing any chance that these were drug runners looking to hide their stash.
As instructed, I stayed low while the minions returned fire. Then again, these ocher-colored walls were already in bad shape; I doubted theyd stop bullets for long. Maybe we shouldve tried to hide. As soon as I thought it, I rejected the idea. Would minions sent on a murder mission by demons really be content to shine a flashlight around and then call it a night?
This ones out, Tomas said, dropping one rifle and snatching up another. Quickly, I replaced the magazine, trying not to flash back to the last firefight when Id been almost killed. Easier said than done with the rat-a-tat-tat-tat! of gunfire going off. If I lived through this, Id never be able to watch a war movie without risking a PTSD attack.
Right now, I channeled my anxiety into replacing Tomass ammunition as fast as he needed it. The pile of magazines seemed to be shrinking at an alarming rate, and the sanctuary walls were beginning to look like Swiss cheese from the hits they were taking. Every time a bullet penetrated, a small cloud of stone dust puffed out. There had been so many, the air was starting to get chalky.
Worse, it sounded like fewer guns were firing back from the roof. I tried not to think about what that meant, or drive myself crazy wondering if Adrian was okay. Every so often, a shout would rise above the other noises, but I couldnt tell who made it. The roof had stone arches, carvings and a bell tower to hide behind, but if they were sustaining as much damage as the sanctuary walls, things were getting dire.
And we were down to only two clips of ammo.
How many minions are still out there? I asked Tomas, needing to shout to be heard above the gunfire.
Four more carfuls just pulled up, he yelled back.
Four! An irrational urge to start screaming built, but I choked it back with forced optimism. Wed survived a minion attack before. If we hung in there, wed survive again
Tomas spun around, clutching his chest. Horrified, I saw a new hole in the wall right where hed been standing. I barely managed to catch him before he crumpled, crimson leaking out between his fingers.
I set him down and rushed across the room to retrieve the manna Adrian had left. Something burned in my leg, but I ignored it, zigzagging to avoid more bullets on my way back.
No, Tomas groaned, coughing up blood with the word.
I tore open the bag and, pulling his hands away, clapped a large glob of manna onto his chest. He coughed up more blood, then his lips stretched into a grisly imitation of a smile.
Doesnt work...mortal wounds.
My eyes welled, causing his features to blur. Youre not dying, I insisted, pressing another handful to his chest.
Cant save...me. His breathing became labored, and blood continued to stream through my fingers, soaking the manna.
Dont talk, I said, desperately trying to stem the flow. You need to save your strength.
Tomas stared at me, and for a second, the agonized haze left his vision and his eyes became clear.
You need to save Adrian, he said distinctly. Then his eyes rolled back, and his body convulsed before he went limp.
Tomas! I screamed.
No response. His chest didnt rise for another breath, and the gush of blood between my fingers slowed to a trickle. I didnt need to check for a pulse to know he was gone. Slowly, I lifted my hands from his chest and sent a single glare upward that wasnt directed at the men on the roof.
Why? I thought furiously. He was fighting for Your side! Dont You even care?
No response again, not that I expected any. Maybe Adrian was right and we were nothing more than collateral damage to both sides. Fine. If the Archons boss wouldnt do anything to help, I would.
I picked up Tomass gun, barely noticing how hot the metal was from his repeated firing. Every part of me was consumed by guilt and rage. Id stayed down like they told me to, and Tomas had died. No more. Id fight and live, or Id fight and die, but either way, I was fighting.
I braced the barrel against a hole in the wall like Tomas had done and started firing. For the first few rounds, my aim was terrible, and I hit the cars the minions hid behind instead of them. Stone exploded near my face as they returned fire. I ducked low until it stopped, then began firing again, aiming for the flashes of light Id glimpsed from the minions guns.