to explain. "Then what about you? If Kyros is so wrong, how did he know that you were going to come in here wearing your white coat and trying to pass judgment on all of us, huh?"
Alexion froze at her question. It went through him like shards of glass. "Pardon?"
A smug look came over her face. "You have no answer for that one, do you?"
No, he didn't. It was impossible that Kyros had learned of him. "How could he know about me? No one knows I exist."
"Then he's right," she said accusingly. "You are lying to me about your purpose. You're here to kill us all. You are Acheron's assassin."
Alexion couldn't breathe as her words went through him. How could anyone know that? It wasn't possible. Acheron had taken great care to make sure no one knew he existed. "No I'm not. I'm here to save as many of you as I can."
"And I'm supposed to believe you, why?"
"Because I'm telling you the truth."
Doubt stared out from the dark depths of her eyes. "Then prove it."
That was easier said than done. "Prove it how? The only way to prove to you that I'm not out to kill you is to not kill you. Last I checked you were the one throwing daggers, not me."
Danger gave him a hostile glare. "What was I supposed to think? I come into my house to see my normally ebullient Squire cowed on my couch, looking beat up, and my TV blown to kingdom come. Then this blond man, and I use the term 'man' loosely, who I was told would come to kill me, stands up wearing the exact white coat that I was told he'd have on. What would you have done?"
"I would have said, hello, can I help you?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "Sure, you would."
Actually, he would have, but then he had one distinct advantage over her. He couldn't die. At least not from something born of this earth.
"Look, Danger, I know you have absolutely no reason to trust me. Before tonight you'd never even heard of me. But you know Acheron. Have you ever seen him hurt a Dark-Hunter? Think about it. If Ash really were a Daimon, why would he be helping and protecting the Dark-Hunters?"
"Because he uses us to fight his own kind so that his mother doesn't kill him."
Alexion went cold at that. Where the hell had these lies come from?
Acheron would lose his mind if he heard those words. More to the point, there would be no salvation for any Dark-Hunter here. Acheron would destroy them all without blinking. When it came to the existence of his mother, Acheron didn't take chances.
And he showed no mercy.
"What do you know of his supposed mother?" he asked, and hoped that Acheron didn't choose this particular moment to spy on him.
"That she cast him out of the Daimon realm and now he uses us to get back at her and his people."
He snorted in derision. "Now that has to be the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard, and believe me, I've heard a lot of bullshit in my existence. Trust me, it's a complete lie."
She duplicated his snort. "The problem is, I don't trust
you. At all
."
"But do you trust Kyros?"
He saw the answer in her dark eyes. No, she didn't. But it spoke a lot for her that she hadn't turned on her Dark-Hunter brother. She was still protecting Kyros. He could admire her for that.
"Look, Danger. Open your heart and listen with your feelings. What does your gut tell you to do?"
"Run for the hills with my Squire and let you guys duke it out for yourselves."
He laughed darkly at that.
Danger only wished she could laugh about it too, but it wasn't funny in the least to her. "However, I can't do that, can I? So I don't know who to believe and I'm woman enough to admit it. There are great gaping holes in both your stories. So the question I have to answer is, who is leaving out the 'I serve evil' part."
Alexion was amused. "Then let me put it to you this way. There is seldom black and white in our world. Sometimes the things we perceive as good have moments of profound evil, but profound evil will always tell you that it's always good. It never admits that it could, in any way, be
Alexion froze at her question. It went through him like shards of glass. "Pardon?"
A smug look came over her face. "You have no answer for that one, do you?"
No, he didn't. It was impossible that Kyros had learned of him. "How could he know about me? No one knows I exist."
"Then he's right," she said accusingly. "You are lying to me about your purpose. You're here to kill us all. You are Acheron's assassin."
Alexion couldn't breathe as her words went through him. How could anyone know that? It wasn't possible. Acheron had taken great care to make sure no one knew he existed. "No I'm not. I'm here to save as many of you as I can."
"And I'm supposed to believe you, why?"
"Because I'm telling you the truth."
Doubt stared out from the dark depths of her eyes. "Then prove it."
That was easier said than done. "Prove it how? The only way to prove to you that I'm not out to kill you is to not kill you. Last I checked you were the one throwing daggers, not me."
Danger gave him a hostile glare. "What was I supposed to think? I come into my house to see my normally ebullient Squire cowed on my couch, looking beat up, and my TV blown to kingdom come. Then this blond man, and I use the term 'man' loosely, who I was told would come to kill me, stands up wearing the exact white coat that I was told he'd have on. What would you have done?"
"I would have said, hello, can I help you?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "Sure, you would."
Actually, he would have, but then he had one distinct advantage over her. He couldn't die. At least not from something born of this earth.
"Look, Danger, I know you have absolutely no reason to trust me. Before tonight you'd never even heard of me. But you know Acheron. Have you ever seen him hurt a Dark-Hunter? Think about it. If Ash really were a Daimon, why would he be helping and protecting the Dark-Hunters?"
"Because he uses us to fight his own kind so that his mother doesn't kill him."
Alexion went cold at that. Where the hell had these lies come from?
Acheron would lose his mind if he heard those words. More to the point, there would be no salvation for any Dark-Hunter here. Acheron would destroy them all without blinking. When it came to the existence of his mother, Acheron didn't take chances.
And he showed no mercy.
"What do you know of his supposed mother?" he asked, and hoped that Acheron didn't choose this particular moment to spy on him.
"That she cast him out of the Daimon realm and now he uses us to get back at her and his people."
He snorted in derision. "Now that has to be the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard, and believe me, I've heard a lot of bullshit in my existence. Trust me, it's a complete lie."
She duplicated his snort. "The problem is, I don't trust
you. At all
."
"But do you trust Kyros?"
He saw the answer in her dark eyes. No, she didn't. But it spoke a lot for her that she hadn't turned on her Dark-Hunter brother. She was still protecting Kyros. He could admire her for that.
"Look, Danger. Open your heart and listen with your feelings. What does your gut tell you to do?"
"Run for the hills with my Squire and let you guys duke it out for yourselves."
He laughed darkly at that.
Danger only wished she could laugh about it too, but it wasn't funny in the least to her. "However, I can't do that, can I? So I don't know who to believe and I'm woman enough to admit it. There are great gaping holes in both your stories. So the question I have to answer is, who is leaving out the 'I serve evil' part."
Alexion was amused. "Then let me put it to you this way. There is seldom black and white in our world. Sometimes the things we perceive as good have moments of profound evil, but profound evil will always tell you that it's always good. It never admits that it could, in any way, be
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