She opened her mouth but nothing came out.
He winked at her. "I will see you in the morning," he said as he left the room.
She sank back against the pillows. Why was he being so pleasant? Where was the jerk who had bossed her around and kept her captive?
She reached back, grabbed one of the pillows and threw it across the room. Damn. What was she supposed to do now? Kill someone who was trying to protect her?
She slid out of bed and stomped to the window. What choice did she have? She had seven—no, six —days to kill him or she was going to the Abyss.
To hell with that. Perhaps he was going out to do something bad tonight, and that was why he'd turned down her perky breasts. Demons did bad things, right?
She was going to find out.
She scrambled to the bathroom and threw on her blue silk pajamas.
As she went back to the window she tried to remember a locating spell. She would simply wait an hour then perform the spell. Then she would know where Asmodeus was, and she was sure he'd be involved in something illegal or amoral. One or the other. It would help her conscience for when she killed him.
Perfect plan.
Chapter Nine
Brianna snuck out of the two story window and butt-crawled to the edge of the shingled roof. Heights weren't exactly her thing, but she had no choice—current story of her life. She didn't want to perform any spells within the confines of the house in case Naberius could sense the energy she drew upon.
The power from the Nephilim was still going strong. She might have succeeded with her spell without the dirt, but it was better to do it the way she had always done it.
The night sky was clear and the air held a chill. The Santa Ana winds had kicked in. According to the news it had brought gusts of wind up to twenty-five miles per hour. Late summer in Los Angeles. You had to love it.
She dug her fingers into the shingles, eyeing the ground below. With her new powers she could probably jump to the ground without hurting herself. She felt invincible as the powers surged through her muscles. Nephilim had incredible agility, proven from her earlier attack. Would she also have that ability? The other option being to crawl down the side of the house—not something she wanted to experience.
A black iron gate surrounded the perimeter of the backyard, and beyond it she could see the other houses on the block. It would be just her luck to get spotted by a neighbor.
Hanging her feet over the side of the roof, she pushed off with her hands, swinging her feet away from the house.
She landed lightly, falling into a crouch, just as she had instinctively known she would. The drop hadn't so much as stung her heels.
Without hesitation she dug her fingers into the lawn and began her location spell.
"Dirt of the Earth, connection between, let the whereabouts of Asmodeus be seen."
She closed her eyes as a vision of a woman, crying and holding a young child, flashed through her mind. The young girl had a mop of blonde curls and bright pink cheeks. The woman sat on a blue and yellow striped couch. Asmodeus and Raum sat opposite her on a matching love seat.
For all intents and purposes, it looked like a domesticated scene. Raum even held a small teacup in his hands. Asmodeus merely sat on the couch, leaning toward the woman in a non-threatening manner.
Asmodeus spoke. "Mary, I know this is hard. I lost my sons from this condition, so I know what you are experiencing. At the same time, having been through this before, I cannot stress enough that we had no choice. Greg was no longer the son you raised."
Mary clutched the child on her lap tighter. "He's gone. He's really gone?"
"When was the last time you saw him?" Asmodeus asked.
Mary started sobbing. "A few weeks ago. He was normal. He's not a monster!"
Asmodeus got up from the love seat and kneeled in front of her. "Don't allow this to ruin your life. You raised Greg and you gave him a wonderful life. You could never have prevented the change. Nephilim are known to attack their parents. My oldest son tried to kill his mother. We are trying to protect you."
Mary quit sobbing long enough to ask, "He attacked his own mother? Why? What happened to him?"
Raum spoke. "We were ordered to kill our own offspring."
Mary shook her head. "Not all turn. Andras told me not all turn. Jordan is his child too. What will happen to her? What will happen to my baby?" She cradled her little girl, rocking her back and forth as tears ran down her face.
The vision faded away.
Brianna sat in the grass, collecting herself as the vision's remnants filtered away. Never had a vision come to her with such clarity before. It was as if she'd been in the room with them.