asses in gear.”
This was about to get seriously interesting.
Chapter 8
Rylee
MY BRAIN STRUGGLED with what had just happened. Caleb turned into a siren, and Lark killed him, sucked his body into a garden in front of Caesar’s Palace, and now we were walking into the forum shops like we were on a girls’ day-out shopping. That is, if you discounted the hawk on Lark’s shoulder, and the fox tight on her heels.
“What’s with the animals?”
Lark’s eyes flicked to me, a half grimace on her face. “They are watchdogs, to make sure I behave.”
“You can talk to them?”
“Yes, elemental abilities 101.”
Her boots were silent on the tile floor, but mine made a steady clack that echoed through the hall. A part of me recognized I really hadn’t worn the right gear. Another part of me wanted very badly to be as calm and cool as Lark, and I was embarrassed I hadn’t been better prepared. For just a moment, I thought she would say more, but she didn’t. So I kept talking.
“Why do they call you the Destroyer?”
“Because I don’t behave the way I’m supposed to.” Her words were clipped and her eyes searched each area we came to.
“So you just wreck stuff for the hell of it?”
She stopped and turned to me. “This is not the time or place to be talking, or asking questions. The creature that has this kid is bad, worse than bad. It is strong enough that I’m not sure how we are going to get by it. And you, nattering away at me, are not helping my state of mind. Got it?”
“I’m not nattering.” I refused to slump under her glare or her words. No more of that shit for me. “I’m trying to understand. To learn.”
Lark gritted her teeth and even irritated, it was amazing how pretty she was. I doubted I looked that good when I was pissed off.
“After this is over, I will do what I can to answer all your questions. Assuming we both make it out alive, that fair?”
I nodded, satisfied. “Fair enough.”
We worked our way through the hotel, and it felt like it was never going to end. But in my head, I kept going over what happened with Caleb. Never mind I was still pissed that he’d been using me, or that he’d fooled me. And maybe even I was a little hurt that I hadn’t been anything special to him. But I was confused about something, more than all of that. He hadn’t spelled me, but I’d certainly been more than a little enthralled with him. More than taken. Yet, I was an Immune so I shouldn’t have been even that pulled under. Or at least, that was what I thought. But maybe it wasn’t as solid as my ability to Track. Maybe my Immunity wasn’t the sure thing I thought it was. A cold shiver caught me off guard. I’d not thought I could be spelled, but it looked like I was going to have to be careful, after all.
“Can I ask you one question?” I blurted before I lost my nerve.
Lark turned and lifted an eyebrow at me. “One.”
“Caleb… how did I not know he was a supernatural? Usually I pick up on it, and he’s been living across the road from us for the last six months.”
“Most likely, the energy he used blocked you from sensing him. Even Giselle would have been fooled at a distance. As long as he never had skin contact with her, she would never know.”
While that didn’t solve the whole Immune issue, it did explain why I hadn’t known what he was. “You were never fooled, though.”
Lark waited for me to catch up to her then strode off again. “I’ve been fooled enough times in the past by men that I’ve learned to not trust any of them until they’ve proven they aren’t twats.”
My lips curled up. Hell, I liked Lark. Even if she was some bitching destroyer elemental. Maybe I could talk her into letting me train with her. Now that would be something. Because even though she’d killed Caleb with her bare hands, I had a feeling she had a hell of a lot more training than that.
“Here’s the doorway,” she said, suddenly stopping in front of a blank
This was about to get seriously interesting.
Chapter 8
Rylee
MY BRAIN STRUGGLED with what had just happened. Caleb turned into a siren, and Lark killed him, sucked his body into a garden in front of Caesar’s Palace, and now we were walking into the forum shops like we were on a girls’ day-out shopping. That is, if you discounted the hawk on Lark’s shoulder, and the fox tight on her heels.
“What’s with the animals?”
Lark’s eyes flicked to me, a half grimace on her face. “They are watchdogs, to make sure I behave.”
“You can talk to them?”
“Yes, elemental abilities 101.”
Her boots were silent on the tile floor, but mine made a steady clack that echoed through the hall. A part of me recognized I really hadn’t worn the right gear. Another part of me wanted very badly to be as calm and cool as Lark, and I was embarrassed I hadn’t been better prepared. For just a moment, I thought she would say more, but she didn’t. So I kept talking.
“Why do they call you the Destroyer?”
“Because I don’t behave the way I’m supposed to.” Her words were clipped and her eyes searched each area we came to.
“So you just wreck stuff for the hell of it?”
She stopped and turned to me. “This is not the time or place to be talking, or asking questions. The creature that has this kid is bad, worse than bad. It is strong enough that I’m not sure how we are going to get by it. And you, nattering away at me, are not helping my state of mind. Got it?”
“I’m not nattering.” I refused to slump under her glare or her words. No more of that shit for me. “I’m trying to understand. To learn.”
Lark gritted her teeth and even irritated, it was amazing how pretty she was. I doubted I looked that good when I was pissed off.
“After this is over, I will do what I can to answer all your questions. Assuming we both make it out alive, that fair?”
I nodded, satisfied. “Fair enough.”
We worked our way through the hotel, and it felt like it was never going to end. But in my head, I kept going over what happened with Caleb. Never mind I was still pissed that he’d been using me, or that he’d fooled me. And maybe even I was a little hurt that I hadn’t been anything special to him. But I was confused about something, more than all of that. He hadn’t spelled me, but I’d certainly been more than a little enthralled with him. More than taken. Yet, I was an Immune so I shouldn’t have been even that pulled under. Or at least, that was what I thought. But maybe it wasn’t as solid as my ability to Track. Maybe my Immunity wasn’t the sure thing I thought it was. A cold shiver caught me off guard. I’d not thought I could be spelled, but it looked like I was going to have to be careful, after all.
“Can I ask you one question?” I blurted before I lost my nerve.
Lark turned and lifted an eyebrow at me. “One.”
“Caleb… how did I not know he was a supernatural? Usually I pick up on it, and he’s been living across the road from us for the last six months.”
“Most likely, the energy he used blocked you from sensing him. Even Giselle would have been fooled at a distance. As long as he never had skin contact with her, she would never know.”
While that didn’t solve the whole Immune issue, it did explain why I hadn’t known what he was. “You were never fooled, though.”
Lark waited for me to catch up to her then strode off again. “I’ve been fooled enough times in the past by men that I’ve learned to not trust any of them until they’ve proven they aren’t twats.”
My lips curled up. Hell, I liked Lark. Even if she was some bitching destroyer elemental. Maybe I could talk her into letting me train with her. Now that would be something. Because even though she’d killed Caleb with her bare hands, I had a feeling she had a hell of a lot more training than that.
“Here’s the doorway,” she said, suddenly stopping in front of a blank
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