Wed see who swerved first.
Obsidianas seen your ride, so you cant drive this into town without every minion knowing who you are, Costa went on, not giving up his attempt to talk sense into us. This is a mint-condition, 68 Challenger, so its gonna draw some eyes.
Well leave it outside Bennington, Adrian replied, the tightness in his tone saying he was still steaming mad.
And do what with the hulking demon lizard in the backseat? Costa shot back, adding, Sorry, Ivy, as an afterthought.
Adrian didnt even glance my way. Well hide her in something else.
Costa cast a dubious look over his shoulder. Itll need to be something big.
My lips tightened. Enough with the fat-lizard cracks, I snapped, hoping the hiss Costa heard sounded as pissy as I felt.
This is a bad idea, Costa muttered once again. Apparently he was going for an even dozen.
The gateways inside the B and B, but your sister wont be there anymore, Adrian stated, not glancing away from the road even though he was now talking to me. The spot where its located was swallowed recently, after Demetrius took over the realm. Shell be in old Bennington. That and parts of New York got swallowed a long time ago, so thats where his palace is.
I dont remember glimpsing a palace when I went through Bennington. Then again, Id been focused on showing Jasmines picture to hotel and motel employees, not on paying attention to what I thought were hallucinations.
Adrian grunted. Its there.
Every realm Id entered had had a grand structure, and Adrian hadnt been wrong about his realm blueprints yet, but something about his tone made his surety sound more...personal.
You lived there before, didnt you? I guessed.
His eyes briefly met mine before he returned his militant attention to the road. For a long time, I ruled it.
Anger shot through me. Of course, hed failed to mention that before.
Youre only a few years older than me, so it couldnt have been that long, Adrian. Unless you were a toddler king.
If Im guessing right about where this conversations going, its time she knew anyway, Costa muttered, giving Adrian a sympathetic look.
Knew what? I asked curtly.
Adrians hands tightened on the steering wheel. I told you time moves differently in the realms. Once I was old enough to fight, Demetrius made sure I lived in realms where time almost froze to a stop so hed have plenty of it to perfect my training. I might only look a few years older than you, Ivy, but I was born in 1873.
My mind froze while doing the math. Adrian couldntjust could not!be over a hundred and forty.
No, I croaked.
Costa reached around to pat my head. I know its hard to take in. When Adrian got me out and I realized fifty years had passed over here, I had trouble adjusting
How old are you? I burst out before remembering he couldnt understand me.
Costas seventy-three, or seventy-four, I guess. Adrian gave his friend a humorless smile. Forgot your birthday.
Denial still had me in a fierce grip. But Tomass family is still alive! We sent Hoyt to them so he could recover!
Those were his grandkids, Ivy, Adrian said, sparing another glance my way. Didnt you notice the old clothing his parents wore in the photographs in Tomass room?
I had, but Id thought his family had just liked to wear more, um, quaint apparel.
Youre really a hundred and forty? Call me slow, but I needed to hear him confirm it one more time.
Yes.
I angled my head so I could see him more fully, as if hed look different now that I knew his true age. He didnt, of course. Same piercing sapphire eyes, curving brows, high cheekbones, sensually full mouth and strong jaw, all making up a face that left gorgeous behind in the dust. Considering that face was on top of a body so built that it could make a superhero jealous, Adrians looks were unforgettable.
So was this revelation. He hadnt just spent his childhood and teen years living with demons. Hed spent nearly a century and a half with them. No wonder Demetrius had referred to Adrians working for Zach as a little rebellion. It barely registered next to the staggering length of time hed lived in the realms as the demons prophesied savior.
I understood then, more than I ever had before, the absolute assurance that Demetrius, Zach and even Adrian had that he couldnt avoid his destiny. How could a few weeks of being attracted to me compare with thirteen decades of being groomed to betray the last Davidian? Its not like Adrian was trying to kick a recent bad habithed literally spent a couple of lifetimes training so he could bring about my doom!
And Id pretty much done everything I could to help him, I realized with a scald of self-recrimination. Even now, I was insisting that Adrian take me to a realm where his demonic foster father and a few hundred of his closest evil friends waited. A realm Adrian had admitted hed once ruled over, and where he could now return as the conquering betrayer.
All I needed to do was slap a bow on my ass to make myself the perfect, too-stupid-to-live sacrifice.
Having second thoughts, Ivy?
Adrians voice broke through my crushing musings. His accent was as darkly alluring as ever, but it was a demon accent. When I met his gaze, those gemstone-colored eyes held their usual mixture of brooding danger, but who was his veiled violence aimed at? The girl he was destined to destroy, or the demons hed told me he intended to take down?
After all, they wanted the weapon, too. Id bet Demetrius and the rest of them would consider the minions Adrian had killed as acceptable losses if he delivered the slingshotand meto them in the end. What if all the times Adrian had saved me were just so Id willingly lead him to the powerful weapon that his demonic brethren needed? What if all his claims to care about me were only so Id run headlong into my own betrayal? In shortwhat if the only time Adrian had been telling me the truth was when he told me not to trust him?
Yes, Im having second thoughts, I said hoarsely.
Tell me she said yes, Costa muttered. Because this
Is a bad idea, I finished, though only Adrian understood me. Costas right. Lets stop off somewhere. I, ah, dont feel so hot all of a sudden.
Adrian shot a suspicious look my way, but my stomach gurgled as if in agreement. Either he heard it or decided not to push me, because he turned off the highway at the next exit.
I drew in a deep breath, trying to force back the clenching in my gut that came from fear, anger, and a very real sense of betrayal. Despite all his warnings, I had trusted him. Hell, Id done more than that. The rest of my ancestors might have been drawn to Judians out of compassion or the belief that darkness could be overcome by light, but Id allowed myself to fall for Adrian, making me the stupidest Davidian to ever walk the earth.
I drew in a deep breath, trying to force back the clenching in my gut that came from fear, anger, and a very real sense of betrayal. Despite all his warnings, I had trusted him. Hell, Id done more than that. The rest of my ancestors might have been drawn to Judians out of compassion or the belief that darkness could be overcome by light, but Id allowed myself to fall for Adrian, making me the stupidest Davidian to ever walk the earth.
My teeth ground together. Fine. I might have been the most gullible person in my ancient, illustrious ancestry, but that ended right now. Id make sure my sister was alive and if so, I would find that weapon. Id just do it without Adrian.
But first, I had to find a way to get away from him.
chapter thirty-one
Adrian rented only one room at the Motel 6. We had enough money and Archon-blessed oil for more, so I guessed he intended us to just grab a few hours sleep before we hit the road again.
The single room worked for me, but for different reasons. Id come up with a plan. Not a great one, but I couldnt think of anything else in the short time I had. Adrian parked around the back of the hotel to hide my monstrous disguise from other guests, and once Id been hustled inside the room, he followed his usual protocol. That meant drawing the drapes and then sprinkling the interior with holy oil to render the room temporarily hallowed.
I waited until Adrian took his turn in the bathroom before I wrote on the little pad of paper every hotel room seemed to have. Then I handed it to Costa, hoping my Hound disguise didnt somehow screw up the words he saw on the page.
Need to talk to Adrian alone. Give us a couple of hours?
Relief washed over me when Costa nodded, then crumpled up the page, tossing it into the trash.
Gonna go clear my head, bro, Costa called out, grabbing some money from the duffel bag. Ill be at the bar next door.
He left before Adrian could argue. Or maybe he wouldnt have. When Adrian emerged from the bathroom, his expression was serious and water clung to his hairline, as though hed splashed some on his face while he was in there.
I sat on one of the double beds, suddenly finding it hard to look him in the eye. Knowing what I had to do didnt make doing it any easier.
I know youre not really sick, Adrian stated, his gaze searching mine as he came nearer. Just upset. Is it from finding out my real age, or because I used to rule the Bennington realm?
Both, I admitted. A surge of anger made me able to look at him fully. After the new section was swallowed, was it your idea to restore the bed-and-breakfast on this side so minions could use it like a Venus flytrap?
That must have been how Jasmine had been taken. None of the other Bennington hotel employees had recognized her picture. How simple it wouldve been for Mrs. Paulson to make all records of Jasmines stay at the B and B disappear. Add in more minions on the police force to take care of any snooping family, and it was the perfect setup for funneling humans into the demon realm.
No, that was Demetriuss idea, Adrian replied, sitting on the bed opposite mine. But hes not alone. Demons have rackets like that all over the world. Hotels, guided tours, boat rentals, chauffeur services...any business that gets people alone and vulnerable, theres a chance a minions planted in it.
And nobody cares. My snort was bitter. People like Jasmine disappear every day, and the world shrugs because shes not their sister. Pain sharpened my voice as I added, Or daughter. Minions killed my parents, too, didnt they?
Adrian sighed before running his hand through his hair. Probably. Theyd be considered too old to be decent slaves, and if they were making waves over her disappearance, their having an accident would be the simplest solution.