Storm and Fury(47)

I looked up at him. It was like a veil had slipped over his face. If I thought he’d looked devoid of emotion before, I’d been wrong. He looked like a statue now. My gaze followed his to a girl who now stood close to the end of the couch.

The moment I saw her, I couldn’t look away. She was...beautiful in an unreal, ethereal sort of way, and if I hadn’t known what I was and what she was, I would’ve thought she was the Trueborn. With her long, white-blond hair and big, pale blue eyes, she looked like she had more angel blood in her than I did, but I knew what she was.

She was half demon, half Warden, and she had no angelic blood in her.

“Zayne,” she spoke, a smile racing across her face. “I am... I am so happy to see you. It’s been way too long.”

“Yeah. It has been.” His voice was gruff, strangely so. “Trinity? This is Layla. We, uh, grew up together.”

“Her name is Trinity?” Roth sounded like he’d choked, and I ignored that as I focused on someone who was just as rare as I was.

Layla was still staring at Zayne, and I had a feeling she hadn’t even looked at me yet. She reminded me of one of those porcelain dolls, the kind that was beautiful but also slightly creepy and possibly haunted. My gaze shifted to Roth.

What else was creepy was the way Roth was staring at me from where he stood beside Layla. He was looking at me like...like I looked at a plate of cheese fries.

I was really starting to feel superuncomfortable.

Layla finally dragged her gaze from Zayne and looked at me. Her smile faltered and her blue eyes grew wide. “Holy shit,” she whispered.

I froze. “Uh...”

“What do you see?” Roth asked, placing a hand on Layla’s arm.

Wait a second. I could maybe believe that the Crown Prince of Hell could sense what I was, but a half Warden, half demon? That didn’t make any sense to me.

“I don’t know,” Layla said, stepping around Roth, but he didn’t let her get very far, holding on to her arm. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

My brows inched up my forehead.

“I really wish someone would fill me in.” Cayman sighed. “I’m feeling left out over here.”

“Why did you bring me here?” I asked Zayne.

“That’s an incredibly good question I’ve been asking,” Roth remarked, still holding on to Layla, and...and now she was looking at me like I was cheese fries with buttermilk ranch dressing.

“They shouldn’t know what I am,” I continued. “But those two are staring at me in a way that makes me very uncomfortable.”

“They shouldn’t be able to, but Roth is...just so special,” Zayne said. “Apparently.”

“Are you flirting with me, Stony?” Roth asked.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m doing, Roth.” Zayne turned to me, his gaze searching mine as he spoke, voice low. “I don’t think Layla knows what you are, but...” He glanced over at her. “She’s seeing your soul.”

“What?” My voice turned shrill as I looked back at them. Layla was now straining against Roth’s arm. “Are you really sure they’re good guys?”

Zayne shot Roth a look of warning as he said, “They are. You can trust me. And you can trust them.”

“I don’t know about that.” I stared at them. “They’re looking at me like they want to eat me.”

“Hopefully they’ll stop doing that,” Zayne advised. “Like right now.”

“I see that look,” Cayman commented. “I see it now. Layla, you might want to, you know, pull it back.”

“What?” Layla blinked and looked around the room, her cheeks flushing as she realized how far she’d stretched Roth’s arm. “Oh, wow. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Roth pulled her into his arms, holding her close—the way I’d seen Ty hold Jada. I didn’t understand that, the way he was embracing her. I didn’t understand any of this. “I had the same reaction.”

Layla placed her hands on Roth’s arm. She kept looking around me, seeing...my soul?

“What do you see, Layla?” Zayne asked.

“I see...” She rubbed one hand over Roth’s arm. “I see pure white...and pure black.”

Zayne looked at me, and I had no idea what that meant, but he looked surprised.

“The best of both worlds,” Layla murmured, and I shivered. “What is she?” she repeated, asking in a way that reminded me of a child asking for a snack.

“She’s a Trueborn,” Roth answered, and I felt my stomach pitch. He really did know what I was. “More commonly known as a nephilim.”

Layla’s mouth dropped open.

“Holy shitballs.” Cayman jumped up and vaulted over the couch—actually vaulted to the other side.

I felt rather proud of that reaction, considering the other two looked like they wanted to get really, really close and personal.

Zayne smirked. “Wow, Cayman, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you move that fast.”

“What the Hell, Zayne? I told her to sit next to me. Actually sit next to me. That’s messed up,” Cayman said, shaking his head. “I’ve never seen a Trueborn. Jesus.” He backed up, eyes wide. “I am not about this kind of life.”

“I’m...I’m not going to hurt you guys,” I said, feeling sort of like a badass and sort of like a freak. “I mean, I don’t want to.” I looked at Zayne, unsettled by all of this. “Right?”

One side of his lips kicked up. “Right.”

“But you can,” Roth said, resting his chin atop Layla’s head. “There are only two things in this world that even I don’t want to come face-to-face with. Neither of them are a Warden.”

Zayne sighed.

“And one of them is a Trueborn,” Roth said.

I couldn’t stop myself from asking, “What’s the second thing?”

Roth’s smile was like smoke as he stared back at me, causing me to shiver.

“She has no reason to hurt you all,” Zayne said. “So, let’s not give her one, because if you know anything about a Trueborn, you know I’m not going to be able to stop her if you tick her off.”

Roth’s lips thinned. “And yet again, you’d bring her here, putting Layla at risk—”

“We came here for your help—”

“I like when you need me, Stony.” Roth grinned.

“God, I hate you,” Zayne grumbled.

“Hey! That’s the first time you used my name.”

Zayne rolled his eyes. “Anyway, we’re here because I trust that you guys can look past the fact that she’s part angel, especially if she’s looking past the fact that you all are demons.” Zayne’s voice hardened. “So, can we please get back on track?”

No one spoke, so I raised my hand. “I have a question.”

“What?” Zayne let out another sigh that reminded me so much of Misha that it caused my chest to hurt.

I looked over at Layla. “How do you see souls?”

She glanced at Roth before she spoke. “Do you know what I am?”

“Half Warden and half demon?”

“Okay. Do you know who my mother was—and I use the word mother lightly?”

“Lilith?” I said, remembering what Misha had told me. I could feel Zayne’s surprised jerk, but I ignored it. “Your mother is Lilith?”

“Yes, and my mother’s gifts manifested differently in me because of my Warden blood,” she explained, still rubbing Roth’s arms with her two small hands. “I can see souls. They’re like auras to me. White souls are the purest—Wardens and angels and humans without sin have pure souls.” She paused, her gaze flickering around me. “You have a pure soul and...”

“And what?” I squinted, wishing I could see what she saw.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen a soul so dark,” she said, and I blinked. “I mean, like demons don’t have a soul, so there’s nothing there.”

Roth pouted behind her.

“And really bad, really evil humans have very dark souls, but pure black? Pure black and pure white?” A look of wonder crossed her face. “I guess it’s because of what you are and that’s why I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“But why would it also be black?” I asked. “I mean, if the darker the soul means the more evil the person is...”

“I can answer that for you,” Roth offered helpfully. “Probably paying for the sins of your father. Don’t really think angels are supposed to be hooking up with humans.”

“Nah,” Cayman murmured.

“They did for a long time,” I pointed out. “There used to be thousands of my kind.”

“And that was how many hundreds of years ago? Things have changed since then. Procreation between angels and humans has been forbidden,” Roth replied.

“How do you know that?” Zayne asked.

“I’m a demon. I’m the Crown Prince. I know what is forbidden and what’s not.” His smile was smug. “Which makes me wonder why an angel would break that cardinal rule, create you and let you live.”

I lifted a brow at the whole let you live part.

“And it also begs the question of who your father is,” Roth said.