Then again, as Adrian slid into the seat next to me with an almost spooky fluidity, I realized what kind of person he was might be less important than what he was.
chapter four
Whoever had designed Green-Wood cemetery must have done so while puking drunk since it lacked a single straight road. I felt like we were driving through a childs maze game with all the twists and turns. Then again, maybe lots of cemeteries were laid out like this. I wouldnt know. Id never been in one before. My parents funeral wasnt until the day after tomorrow, both sets of my grandparents had died before my birth, and neither of my parents had siblings or cousins. Until ten days ago, I hadnt lost anyone close to me.
Now, Id lost everyone, and while I buried my grief with the same determination Id used to ignore seeing impossible things, it wasnt enough. When Adrian drove by a large tomb engraved Beloved Parents, the ache that had burned in my throat since their deaths grew into an impassable boulder.
Adrian stopped the car at the same time that I suddenly found it difficult to breathe.
Whats wrong? he asked urgently. You see something?
I shook my head, managing to draw in a breath despite that awful squeezing in my throat.
Ivy. A large hand cupped my face, forcing me to look at him instead of the headstone. What is it?
Right then, I was glad that Adrian was so hot. Thank God for the deep hollows under his cheekbones, those sapphire eyes, and the blondish-brown hair that looked like it had been tousled from too much sex. If I hadnt had his looks to distract me, I mightve had to focus on how bad it hurt to lose two people whod never let me down, even when Id been a stranger to them.
Its just...my parents died five days ago.
My voice was husky from the emotions I kept trying to shove back, but the strangling tightness had eased. Another few deep breaths, and all that was left was a familiar burn.
Im sorry, Adrian said, taking my hand and squeezing it.
Id heard those words from friends and fellow students a lot in the past week, often with an added cliché about all things happening for a reason. Adrian didnt say any of that crap. He just kept holding my hand while looking at me with an understanding that transcended compassion, as if he knew what it was like to lose everything within a brutally short amount of time.
Thanks. I drew in another breath, blinking away the tears. Crying felt like giving up, and I wasnt doing that because I needed to find a way to bring my sister back home. Thats why I need answers, because Im not about to lose my sister forever, too.
He let go of my hand and looked away, his jaw tightening. Answers dont mean miracles. I heard what that cop said to you. If they have your sister, Im sorry, but shes as good as dead.
Bullshit, I snapped, instantly angry. I know where she is. I just need a...way in.
Adrian sighed. You see things no one else does, yet youre still in denial, arent you? The creatures that have your sister are too strong, Ivy. Even if you got in, youd never get out.
Creatures? Before I could respond, something flashed ahead, as if a spotlight had briefly turned on. Adrian began driving toward it. A few minutes later, we pulled up to what looked like a tiny castle, with circular turrets on the four corners and a tall, windowed dome blooming out of the center.
Adrian parked, going around to my side to let me out. Welcome to Green-Wood chapel.
The door was ajar, soft light emanating from within. Adrian entered and I followed, hugging his coat around me as though it were a protective shield. I was so disturbed by what he said that the equally ornate interior was lost on me. He mustve meant creatures in a metaphorical way, my logic argued.
A young African-American man stood at the end of the pews, his face partially concealed by the blue hoodie hanging over his bent head. I wouldve thought he was praying except that he faced us, not the altar, and his hands were at his sides instead of folded in the universal gesture for piety.
Ivy, this is Zach, Adrian said. Zach, meet Ivy, the girl you sent me to rescue.
Zach looked up, his hoodie fell back, and
Light exploded around him like thousands of camera flashes. My eyes burned, unable to adjust to the blinding intensity, and yet I couldnt close them. I stared, stunned, as the glow around him became even brighter, until I saw nothing except Zach. A multitude of voices roared through my mind, deafening me to everything except their beauteous, painful crescendo. My body vibrated, caught in the thunderous echo, until it felt like my flesh would be shaken right off my bones
Dont be afraid.
The church morphed back around me, Adrian standing a few feet away like hed been before. Zach hadnt moved, either. I had, though. Somehow, I was on my knees, hands raised, my face wet from tears I didnt remember shedding.
The church morphed back around me, Adrian standing a few feet away like hed been before. Zach hadnt moved, either. I had, though. Somehow, I was on my knees, hands raised, my face wet from tears I didnt remember shedding.
Dont be afraid, Zach repeated, coming toward me.
I staggered to my feet. The lights around him were gone, as was the terrible noise that had made my whole body ache. Right now, Zach looked like half the guys around my campus, but I knew, with every fiber of my being, that he wasnt human. He was something else.
A creature, like Adrian had said.
I kept backing away, but then strong hands settled around my shoulders, gripping me with protective gentleness.
Dont worry. Hes not one of the bad ones, Adrian said softly. Zach plays for the other team.
The creatures have teams? I choked out.
Yes, they do, Adrian said, a note of grimness coloring his tone. And both sides play for keeps.
I stared into Zachs walnut-colored eyes, seeing the otherness beneath the facade of a twentysomething man with closely cropped hair, thick brows, and smooth, dark skin. I didnt need Adrian to tell me he could rip me limb from limb if he wanted to. An instinctual, animalistic part of me knew that. In fact, I was painfully aware of how easily my bones could shatter, how little my skin protected the vulnerable parts beneath, and how useless my average strength was to defend myself. Fear made me want to edge farther into Adrians embrace, but I forced myself to stay where I was.
Zach might terrify me, but Adrian said he fought against the things that had Jasmine. That made him my new best friend.
I think freaky shadow people kidnapped my sister, I said, proud that my voice wasnt shaking. So I need to know how to get her back.
Did I mention she could see beneath demon glamour? Adrian asked in a wry tone.
My stomach clenched at the word demon, but I didnt do anything embarrassing, like puke. Okay, so demons had my sister. Not much different than saying that freaky shadow people had her, right?
I might puke after all.
Of course she can see through it, Zach replied, as casual as if he were noting that I liked chocolate more than vanilla. Its in her bloodline.
I was standing so close to Adrian, I felt it when his whole body stiffened. You knew what she was?
A faint smile touched Zachs mouth. Ive always known.
What do you mean, what I am? I wondered.
Adrian ignored that and strode over to Zach, his height forcing the shorter man to look up in order to meet his eyes.
You lied to me, Adrian bit out, his finger stabbing Zach in the chest with each word. You said that I was the last of my line, yet you knew all along about Ivy?
I couldnt believe Adrian kept jabbing Zach like he was a roast that needed tenderizing. Didnt he sense the blasting power beneath Zachs average-guy disguise?
Shes not a descendent of your line, Zach said, his hand closing over Adrians with enough strength to hold it immobile. You are the last of that, but she sees past the disguises of this world because she is the last descendant of Davids.
Last of whose? I began, then stopped, stunned into silence as Adrian turned toward me.
Horror didnt begin to describe the look on his face. Adrian stared at me like Id crushed his world, ground it up and then forced it down his throat until he died choking on its remains. If my skin had suddenly been replaced by scales oozing poison, I still wouldnt have thought I deserved such a look.
Last of a line of rulers dating back to ancient times, when King David sat on the throne of Jerusalem, Zach replied.
History was my major in college, but Id also been a fan of the arts since I was a little girl.
King David as in the guy from Michelangelos famous marble statue? The naked one? I mentally added.
The same, Zach agreed, a slight arch of his brow making me wonder if hed guessed what I hadnt said out loud.
Nice story, I said flippantly, but all anyone knows about my biological parents is that my mother was an illegal immigrant who left me on the side of the road after the tractor trailer she was hiding in jackknifed.
In some ways, I couldnt blame her. All the illegals whod survived the accident had run, and disappearing in a new country would have been harder with a newborn. The Jenkinses, whod also been caught in the multicar pileup, had found me, and after a series of court battles, officially adopted me.
Zach shrugged. Your disbelief doesnt change the truth.
Adrian was suddenly at the back of the church, his silhouette a dark outline against the stained glass panels.
If you knew she was the last Davidian, how could you send me to get her? His voice lashed the air like a whip. How could you let me anywhere near her, Zacchaeus?
Now I knew what Zach was short for, but that wasnt why my mouth dropped. What is your problem? I sputtered.
Adrian turned away as if he couldnt stand the sight of me. Amidst my disbelief, I felt a sliver of hurt. Why was he acting like I was viler than the cop hed killed with his bare hands?
You have to be near her, Zach replied in an implacable voice. You cannot escape your fate.
At that, Adrian whirled, fists clenched, shoulders rigid and anger roiling from him in palpable waves.
Fuck my fate, he snarled.
I didnt see him pass me. He moved too fast again. I only knew that hed left when the chapel door slammed behind me.