Torn (Demon Kissed #3) (10 page)

I gently prodded him with my elbow after I gracefully fell over a mini mountain of sand and stones. I smiled at him, “What’s the matter? You don’t want to share?”

Turning swiftly, Collin rounded on me. His eyes were wide and his words were low and dangerous. “Never suggest anything like that ever again. Understand?” His nostrils flared like I’d enraged him, but I had no idea what I’d done.

Taking a step back, I put up my hands saying, “Sorry. I didn’t think this was a touchy subject for you.”

His mood sank further, “That’s usually your problem—you don’t think.” Normally he would have said this kind of comment in jest, although I knew there was an element of truth to it. The truth is easier to listen to when it was dosed in sugar. This time he didn’t do that and it stung.

I bristled and staggered over the last of the debris on the path we were following. Throwing my hair out of my face, I turned back to him. His face was pinched. The bond was tumultuous; it felt like I was being strangled. “That was low. But thanks for pointing that out. No, I don’t always think things through. Sometimes things turn into life or death situations and there is no time to think. I just thought it would be nice to know what abilities were Valefar and which abilities were Martis, especially since I seem to be having those types of experiences more lately.” I looked over my shoulder at him. He visibly deflated.

He reached for my shoulder and turned me toward him, “It’s just… I can’t risk losing you. There are a million different things you could do as a Valefar. Some are tiny things—little powers that eat away at you. There’s a point of no return with Valefar magic, Ivy, and I don’t want you to pass it. I don’t even want you to know where it is. If you practice them, you risk losing your soul—you risk becoming fully Valefar. And once you taste Valefar powers, it’s difficult to resist them, even when you know the cost.” He looked away from me, as if remembering something. When he glanced back at me his eyes were wide as he pleaded with me, “Please don’t go looking for trouble. If you accidentally use your Valefar powers that’ll be better than if you knowingly called them. Please, promise me you’ll only call shadows and effonate.
Nothing else.”

I took a deep breath. If I lied, he’d sense it, but I didn’t want to promise anything like that. What if I needed to defend myself?
Or him?
If I knew more about my Valefar heritage, it would help.
Even if I didn’t use it.
From the expression on his face, I could see that he totally disagreed. Not wanting to fight, I said, “I won’t go looking for trouble.”

He arched an eyebrow at me and gave me a faint smile. “And…?”

“And,” I smiled up at him, “I promise.” I just didn’t say exactly what I promised.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

As we made our way to a portal, we crossed some difficult terrain. The Underworld was similar to the human world above in some ways. The creatures of the realm used paths to travel down there, and generally speaking, each kind of being kept to their own. They didn’t wander around, but we did. That left us out in the open and vulnerable. On the way, we’d crossed through places where creatures attacked us. The grackles even followed us into other territories, hoping to peck my eyes out. As we continued towards the portal, Collin explained that the deeper you went into the Underworld, the more creatures there were. When we passed through the outskirts on the way in, we didn’t see many demons, dragons, or the like. But now, I’d seen more evil creatures than I ever wanted. Before I went down there, I wasn’t sure if I believed that there were truly evil beings—but now—let’s just say that I had no more doubts.

When we were closer to the portal, we had a confrontation with some demons. I had no shadows to shroud my scent, and they noticed me when we passed too closely to them. Collin was careful to maneuver me around other beings so that they couldn’t tell I was there, but this time, the demons took us by surprise. They were eager to make me their own. I didn’t quite understand what that meant, and didn’t ask for details. Collin and I fought them like we were born for this. Nightmarish creatures no longer scared me. I could battle them with my silver comb in hand and flaming purple hair. Back to back, we fought them off until there were none left.

Fighting demons no longer scared me. The things that truly terrified me now were limited to my own reflection, and the thought of losing the boy standing next to me. I couldn’t bear to accept what I was becoming, but I knew I was changing. I wasn’t the same girl as I was a year ago. I knew things now, and saw things, that had changed me. There was no going backwards. And, recently, it seemed that everything had a price—a price that was too steep for me to pay. I was in way over my head with no way out. Those things lurched to the front of my mind in a sickening suddenness, and I shoved them back just as quickly. I’d deal with it later.

I squeezed Collin’s hand and looked over at him. He returned the squeeze and smiled at me. Collin made me more confident. It felt like I could manage whatever was thrown at me when he was nearby. It’d always been like that. The only difference was the things I was dealing with before paled in comparison to the demons and damnation stuff that was thrown at me now. One misstep and I’d lose my soul, and cost Collin his life. Collin saw my face falter and gave my hand a little squeeze again. I feigned a smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes.

The closer we got to the portal, the more the butterflies in my stomach tried to eat me from the inside out. My nerves were relentless, and I wanted nothing more than for this part to be over. When we emerged from the portal, Shannon might be standing there. I was going to be forced to kill her. I was surprised at myself, realizing that I didn’t want revenge. She totally screwed me. She made Eric think that I was the one who killed him. Technically, my demon kiss did kill him, but the girl who looked like me and doused him with Brimstone dust was the true murder.

And that was Shannon.
Confident, carefree Shannon.

It was unbelievable. But when she spewed words of hatred at me outside the Lorren, I believed it. She changed. Shannon and I no longer saw eye to eye on anything. And up until this point, I thought I’d want to wring her scrawny neck. I thought nothing would give me more pleasure than gouging out her eyes with a piece of Brimstone. But now that the moment was here, now that I might have the opportunity—I was filled with dread. It felt like I swallowed glass and the shards were ripping through me. Collin made it very clear not to hesitate if she was there. I had to kill her first, or we would die—both of us. We had the element of surprise. She might know we’d escape through a catacomb, but she wouldn’t know when or which one. If my previous best friend was there, it would be luck. And the way things usually go for me, it would have been my kind of luck too.

Collin had taken me to a different portal than the one we entered through. Shannon, Eric, and I went into the Underworld through the catacombs in Rome, but this time, when Collin and I emerged we were in the catacombs under Paris. Apparently the Valefar used the graves of the deceased to leave the Underworld. And most of the Valefar never returned to Hell. Collin was an exception; he threw himself into that pit portal last fall and fell into Hell, and directly into Kreturus’ clutches. No, most creatures that made their way out of Hell didn’t want to go back. And I couldn’t blame them.

When we surfaced in the tombs, every muscle in my body relaxed. No one was there. No Martis. No Shannon. I smiled at Collin, grateful that we caught a break for once. When we made it out of the tombs without incident, the night air washed over me. I breathed it in greedily, as if I couldn’t get enough. The air had such a different quality to it than the air in the Underworld, where it felt, tasted, and smelled of death, decay, and hopelessness. But the air up here wasn’t like that. It smelled of hope.

And freedom.

After we were certain no one was around, I wrapped my arms around Collin and smiled up into his face. “Are you ready?”

“Since when do you ask?” he laughed pushing a curl behind my ear. I felt fine. The weakness seemed to fade from the time I left the Lorren and I was ready to take us out of this place.

Smiling up at him, I started the effonation. Heat licked through my stomach and climbed my throat the way it usually does. I fixated on Al and St. Bart’s church in New York. This was the longest distance I’d ever tried to effonate two people. It was slightly insane but we both agreed that it was much safer to move around up here this way. I was public enemy number one and the Martis would kill me on sight. The best way to avoid them was to avoid being seen. As for the other Martis that were in the church, we’d have to deal with that when we got there.

If I’d known how the sapphire serum affected my abilities I wouldn’t have tried to transport both of us. But, I wasn’t aware of what crystalizing the poison had done to me, and now it was too late.

CHAPTER TWELVE

The sapphire serum turned to ice in my chest as we effonated. It seemed to swell and the normal pain of effonation was compounded. I screamed in silence and I clung to Collin. As the boiling blood coursed through my veins, I locked my fingers tightly around him. Losing him before we touched ground at St. Bart’s would be disastrous. Collin told me that if I effonated incorrectly, I could peel the skin off my body. There were some things that sounded painful no matter how powerful you are. I didn’t care to find out what splicing myself felt like, so I focused on Al and the church as fiercely as possible. My nails dug into Collin’s back. I couldn’t help it. He could tell something was wrong, but was unable to speak or help. Not until we arrived.

That particular effonation was hard to describe. When a Valefar effonates, everything becomes incredibly vivid—like it’s a supersaturated version of its normal self. It doesn’t matter if it’s a person or a chair. It’s just more. Then it feels like liquid flames are poured through your stomach. The burning fans out into every inch of you until you can’t possibly stand it another second. There’s no air, there’s only burning pain and intense heat as your blood literally boils your body into mist. That was why the pain in my chest at the site of the poison was so much worse. The serum was cold and didn’t resist the burn of effonation. I’d thought that if I aggravated the crystalized poison that it would melt, but the cold place turned grew and grew. My body was rigid as fire and ice fought to kill me from within. The roar of flames that flooded my ears increased and drowned out my cries. I’d aggravated the sapphire serum and it was no longer frozen in place in my chest. It shot out crystalized tendrils within me, making me feel like I was being stabbed by tiny swords from within. Then, the poison leaked out and melted into my blood. I could feel it happening and couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Collin’s eyes were wide and his arms pulled me tighter when he saw the look of panic on my face. We weren’t there yet, but I couldn’t bear it. Not for another second. I did the unthinkable and stopped focusing on the church. The result was instantaneous. My skin felt like liquid and began to peel away off my arms. Collin looked at me in horror, screaming for me to focus, but I couldn’t. The shard of ice was growing and stabbing me so fiercely that I couldn’t stand it. I could feel Collin trying to maintain his own effonation, as the heat surrounding him increased. But, it wasn’t enough to help me.

Suddenly, we collided onto the dark brown floor. A voice was screaming, echoing in the silent hallways. Feet ran at us from every direction. Collin jumped to his feet, but I was unable to move. I rolled onto my side, curled into a ball, and clutched at my chest. Sections of my arms and legs had no flesh, but that wasn’t what was causing the scream to pour out of my mouth. It was the poison. It was melting and I could feel the serum sliding back inside of me in a slow trickle. It was like being stabbed with the fang all over again. The seepage finally stopped as the serum turned to cold crystal again as the last of the effonation effects wore off. Tears streamed from the corners of my eyes. I was aware of people around me, but I didn’t respond. I didn’t care where we were or who was there. The agony finally surpassed my pain threshold and I passed out.