Every Last Breath - Armentrout Jennifer L. - Страница 50

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“No.” Roth placed his hand on my lower back. “But it may be bloody.”

I shot him a look. “Behave.”

“I cannot promise that whatsoever.”

“These are not the ones you need to take out your aggression on.”

He smirked. “Let me be the judge of that.”

This was so not going to go well, but it was too late to change our plans. The pearly white glows faded and Zayne landed first. In his true form, he was massive. His skin a dark gray, his horns curved back, parting his blond hair. Not ugly or frightening, to me at least, but his gaze was an arctic blast as it drifted over us, a painful reminder of how much had changed.

I wanted to hide from that gaze and everything it dredged up, but I found my lady balls and held them close. I’d put myself in this situation with him and I had to deal with the consequences.

Dez and Nicolai were next, followed by two more clan members, but it was the final arrival that caused dread to explode like buckshot in my stomach and punched a harsh curse out of Roth.

Abbot was here.

The roof shook when he landed behind the clansmen and straightened, a good half a foot taller than the rest. With his hair as golden as his son’s, brushing broad shoulders, he’d always reminded me of a great lion.

In a way, Abbot was king.

For years, I’d trembled at the mere sight of him in his human and Warden forms, as he had been the greatest authority I’d known. And for years, I’d struggled to obtain the smallest sliver of pride from him. I’d basically operated on the theory that any attention was good attention, like a puppy. Now?

Unfettered rage was what shook me and I sure as Hell didn’t care if he was proud of that or not.

Abbot had believed the worst of me with little or no evidence backing it up. It was no wonder why I’d had such loser self-esteem and had also thought the worst. While he hadn’t been the one who shoved a freaking dagger into my stomach, he had me caged like an animal, and then chained like one.

That was kind of hard to let go of.

“What is he doing here?” Roth queried, and although the question sounded like he was asking about the weather, I knew he wasn’t nearly that calm.

Abbot walked to the front, his clan—even his son—sticking close to his side. His gaze drifted over Roth, and he barely managed to keep the contempt off his face, but then he was looking at me, and all the hard lines of his granite face softened. “Layla, I—”

“Don’t.” The one word that burst out surprised me. “Don’t apologize. A handful of words don’t make up for what you did.”

He drew himself up to his full height. “I know nothing I say will ever erase any of what happened, but I... I regret the role I played in it all.”

The role he played? To me, he’d been the freaking captain leading the Kill Layla parade down Main Street.

Abbot wasn’t done. “You were mine to raise and protect. I failed you.”

“Yes, you did,” Roth replied. “I won’t, but here’s the thing, and this message goes out to everyone.

She doesn’t need protection. Not anymore.”

I got all warm and fuzzy upon hearing that, but the smug feeling quickly evaporated when my gaze caught Zayne’s and he looked away without so much as a glimmer of any emotion.

“I’ve heard from my son that you are...something else.” Abbot spoke directly to me. “That you do not look like us anymore.”

“I’m not like you.” My hands curled into fists and Robin started to get antsy. “Turns out, I was never a demon.” That got Zayne’s attention and an emotion out of him. Surprise. “Yeah, I have some demonic abilities, but... Well, does any of that matter?”

“No,” Zayne answered, shocking me. “It never mattered before. Not to any of us. It doesn’t matter now.”

There was a tugging sensation in the general vicinity of my heart.

“You said that you have a lead on the Lilin.” Nicolai spoke up, always the peacekeeper of the bunch.

“That it may be holed up with the Church of God’s Children?”

Roth was eyeing Abbot like he wanted to rip the Warden’s head off, and he would’ve, back on the night I had been captured, if I hadn’t stopped him. “Yes. Layla and I are going to check it out and if the Lilin is there, we’re going to need backup.”

“That’s why we’re here,” Dez responded. “You tell us what you want us to do. This is your show.”

Abbot’s shoulders hunched, and it was obvious that he wasn’t happy with that decision. Roth looked smug as he said, “We need you all to stay close by. If things get hairy, you’ll know.”

“How is that?” Nicolai asked.

One side of Roth’s lips curved up. “Nitro. Off.”

My gaze shot to him as the tiny black cloud appeared before him. It dropped to the rooftop, and then rapidly pieced together, forming a tiny kitten.

Zayne shook his head. “What is it with you and runts of the litter?”

“Patience, Stony, patience.”

Before Roth finished those words, the little ankle biter increased before our eyes. Frail shoulders expanding into powerful hunches. The back lengthened into thick muscles covered by sleek white fur.

What started off as a soft growl turned into a menacing, reverberating snarl that raised the hair along the back of my neck.

Nitro looked like a panther, if panthers were white.

Goodness.

“Nitro will let you know if things get out of control,” Roth explained. “It will be obvious.”

I couldn’t stop staring at the cat. It plopped its butt down, its pink tongue moving over its teeth. It looked hungry, and the Wardens looked very, very unhappy, especially when it coughed out what sounded suspiciously like a laugh.

Roth turned to me. “Ready?”

“Yep.” The blade was tucked into my boot, just like Roth had his. We walked to the ledge overlooking the alley below. The fastest way down was to jump. Roth shifted quickly, tucking his wings back so he didn’t knock me off the edge with them.

Knowing that all eyes were on us, I allowed my own shift to take place. My skin buzzed with the change, and it was like finally waking up after being asleep for days when it happened. My wings unfurled, arcing high above me, the feathers tickled by the wind.

Someone murmured an expletive behind us, and it sounded a lot like Abbot. I glanced at Roth and grinned.

“Meet you down there,” he said, and jumped.

“Show-off,” I muttered.

Instead of jumping, I sort of walked off the ledge and empty space immediately reached up to grab me. Gravity was a beast. The alley raced toward me, and I let my wings spread out, slowing the descent.

I landed in a crouch, propping up to find myself at eye level with an old man with a dirty, unshaven face.

“Holy mother,” he gasped, stumbling back against the wall and then sliding down it, clutching his brown bag to his chest.

I winced as my wings folded in, disappearing. “Whoops?”

Roth chuckled, back to his human form, as he reached down, taking my hand. I sent the poor man an apologetic look, and then we hurried around the side of the building to the main street. My heart was thumping as we joined the thin crowd on the sidewalks.

“I hope that doesn’t count as exposure,” I said as we crossed the street.

He squeezed my hand. “I really think the Alphas have bigger problems to deal with right now.”

Then he shrugged. “And seriously, you should’ve seen the look on the man’s face when he saw me.

That was kind of funny.”

I shook my head, but a little grin peeked through. Roth was in a far better mood than he had been immediately after the witches had left with Bambi. Distracting himself with what lay ahead was working for him and it was a strange thing to be grateful for, but I was.

“There it is,” I said, two buildings down from the building housing the Church.

He arched a dark brow as he studied the four-story structure. “Have the windows always been like that?”

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