The Sweetest Burn (Broken Destiny #2)(8)

"You're not a demon, you were just raised by them," I muttered.

He shrugged. "Honorary demon prince, then. Either way, I can afford it. Besides, you lost your other necklace because of me, so don't say you can't accept this one to replace it."

The necklace was so beautiful, a shallow part of me wanted nothing more than to put it on and run to the nearest mirror. I couldn't, of course. For starters, I hadn't looked into a mirror since the night I found out the hard way that some demons use mirrors as portals into our world. Plus...

"This feels like a bribe," I said, holding the necklace out to him. "And you can't make up for everything that's happened with a shiny, expensive gift. Things aren't good between us, Adrian. Not even close, and if I accepted this, I'd be implying that they were."

He crossed his arms, his posture taking on a very familiar stubbornness. "I'm not trying to bribe you, I'm giving you a birthday gift. Throw it into the surf if you want, but it's yours, so I am not taking it back."

My jaw clenched. He might have been raised in an environment where money was no object, but I could no more toss this diamond into the ocean than I could burn a stack of hundred-dollar bills for warmth, and from the challenging curl to his mouth, he knew that. Still, that didn't mean he was getting his way.

I folded the necklace into my hand and resumed walking. It didn't take my enhanced peripheral vision to see Adrian's smirk as he followed. He thought he'd won this round. Think again, I silently told him.

"So, if you're rich, why did we only stay in crappy motels when we first met?" I asked as I kept walking toward Costa's house.

He let out a laugh that managed to combine the lure of ecstasy along with the dangers of addiction.

"Because I was doing everything I could to kill the mood, not that it worked. Even in the ugliest surroundings, I wanted you so much that it almost killed me not to take you in every dingy room those crappy motels had to offer."

"Stop it," I muttered. Thankfully, Brutus picked that moment to fly past us and land in the tallest section of beach shrubs. I ran after the gargoyle, trying to soothe him as he attempted to cover himself with beach brush to avoid the sun.



       
         
       
        

"It's okay," I was saying when Adrian said, "Carparata!" loud enough to snap Brutus's head up.

The Demonish word turned Brutus from a cringing creature into his usual, formidable self. The gargoyle might be my pet now, but to the bone, he still belonged to Adrian. After all, Adrian was the one who'd given Brutus to me as my protector. The fact that he'd done so when Adrian had thought he was sacrificing his life to save mine was yet another reason why he was so hard to evict from my heart.

Still, I wasn't about to give up trying. "Here you go, my good Brutus," I said, pulling out the necklace and latching it around his leathery wrist. Because of his size, it fit like a bracelet. "Something shiny for you."

The gargoyle held up his arm, looking at the diamond next to his grayish-blue skin. Then he chuffed as if in approval.

"See?" I said, with a wide grin at Adrian. "He loves it."

The glare Adrian gave me was priceless. Then, with a smile that was far too confident for my liking, he waved in the direction of Costa's house.

"You can give my gift to Brutus and you can keep stomping off to Costa's, but no matter what, I'm coming with you. Realm cracks are appearing and demons and minions are on the move again. You might have killed Demetrius, giving me the vengeance I'd wanted for years, but that didn't take me out of the fight. I still live to kick demon ass, so I wouldn't sit this out for the world, and if you know anything about me, you should know that. Besides, Zach's probably aware of all this and waiting back at Costa's for us. As you might recall, Archons may be nearly immortal, but they're not very patient."





  CHAPTER FOUR

COSTA'S HOUSE WAS a former church, hence the hallowed ground it rested on that demons were unable to cross. The sight of its tall, slanted roof with the cross that Costa hadn't bothered to take down filled me with a mixture of relief and sadness. I couldn't say that I'd been happy here, but I'd felt safe, and that counted for a lot in this world. Now, it was time to leave, and I didn't know if I'd ever see this place again.

Adrian was right; more people were at the house than when I'd left it an hour ago. My sister, Jasmine, seemed startled to see Adrian, but it didn't escape my notice that Costa didn't look surprised. I stifled my snort as we came into the kitchen. Had Adrian been in contact with Costa this whole time, too? Was I literally the only person he'd avoided these past couple months?