The Sweetest Burn. Jeaniene Frost
Читать онлайн книгу.believe it,â she hissed before going back into the bedroom and slamming the door.
I exchanged a bewildered glance with Costa. âBeats me,â he said to my unspoken question.
âIâll be right back,â I muttered, wiping egg residue from my hands. Then I slid the door open. âJaz? Whatâs wrong?â
She was as far away from me as the room allowed, and when she swung around and glared at me, I came in and shut the door. Whatever it was, she obviously thought it was my fault.
âYou snuck out to see Adrian last night,â she accused.
How had she known? Sheâd been asleep when I came back in! Then, I pushed my guilt back and straightened. I was a grown woman and I didnât need my little sisterâs permission to meet with anyone. Plus, I hadnât done anything with Adrian.
âNot for what you think,â I said, trying to find a balance between you canât tell me what to do and I love you, sis. âHe taught me how to ride Brutus while heâs flying. Adrian used that trick to fight the demon from the other day, so itâs important that I know it, too, with what weâre up against.â
An angry kind of hurt filled her gaze. âOh, so Iâm supposed to believe that Brutus gave you that hickey?â
For the hundredth time, I cursed my inability to look into a mirror. Iâd gotten pretty good at putting on makeup using other reflective surfaces, but they werenât clear enough to show everything, like an incriminating hickey that needed covering.
âI expect you to trust me,â I settled on, meeting her gaze squarely. âNothing is going to happen between me and Adrian. The only, highly unlikely exception to that is if he can prove that he can beat his fate, and thatâs a very big âif.ââ
Jasmine didnât reply. She just stormed past me and headed toward the front of the former tour bus.
âJaz, donât!â I shouted, chasing after her.
âLetâs get something clear,â she snapped when she reached Adrian. âIf you betray my sister again, Iâll kill you.â
I wanted to drag her away, but Adrian held out his hand to me in the universal gesture for Wait, Iâve got this.
âIf I betray Ivy again, Iâll let you kill me,â he told Jasmine, a hard little smile playing on his lips. âDeal?â
âYouâd better believe it,â she muttered, spinning around. âForget the French toast, I lost my appetite.â
âAfter this, so did I,â I snapped.
âDonât worry, Ivy,â Adrian said, his tone deceptively mild. âNow that your sister and I have an understanding, all thatâs left is coming through on what you and I agreed to.â
Costa raised a brow, but after Jasmineâs little scene, I wasnât about to explain my ultimatum to Adrian last night.
âTell you later,â I said with a sigh.
Then, taking a deep breath, I went back to the kitchen and began mixing the eggs again. All the while, I repeated sheâs been though a lot until it cooled my anger. Jasmine just needed more time to see that Adrian wasnât the same person sheâd heard so much about while trapped in his former realm. Right now, the only thing she knew was that fate predicted him to betray me two more times, the final one being permanent. No wonder she wasnât his biggest fan. She didnât have to be so bitchy about everything, but then again...
âSheâs been through a lot,â I said to the room in general.
Adrianâs glance at me only lasted a second, yet its effect lingered. âSo have you, Ivy.â
True, and the fight wasnât even half over yet. The thought made me whisk the eggs far harder than necessary. Costa came over and gave me a supportive pat on the back.
âDonât mind Jasmineâs attitude,â he said lightly. âI hated Adrian at first, too.â
I stopped whisking to whirl around in surprise. âBut he pulled you out of a demon realm and saved your life!â
Something dark flashed over Costaâs face, marring his tanned, attractive features. âHe did, yet I still hated him for a long time because of what happened to me in the realms. Some things, you get over. Some thingsââ his voice lowered until I doubted that anyone except me could hear him ââyou donât.â
A chill skittered up my spine. Yes, Costa had suffered horribly in the same realm that Adrian had ruled for almost a century, but Iâd been sure that heâd forgiven Adrian since Adrian had walked away from that life to devote himself to destroying demons. Furthermore, Costa had fought side by side with us when weâd searched for the slingshot, and through it all, Iâd never had reason to doubt his loyalty.
Yet that unfamiliar hardness in his dark brown gaze now made me wonder...what if Iâd been wrong?
WE MADE IT through the next two days without incident. When it was daylight, the four of us took turns driving, once Jasmine and I learned the trick to operating a forty-six-foot-long vehicle that was also towing a car. Once night fell, we parked on hallowed ground, avoiding the chance of running into any demons who ventured out in the dark to play. Brutus was our version of a security system then. While we slept, he was awake, either perching himself on the roof of the bus or flying overhead to scope out danger from the skies.
Despite being in near constant contact with Adrian for the past few days, there seemed to be an invisible wall between us. That could be because Jasmine had practically welded herself to my hip, but I wondered if something else was up.
I should just ask Adrian how he intended to prove that he wouldnât betray me again. Or ask him how he felt about meâthe other question I couldnât stop wondering about. Yet I didnât have the courage to do it, and the irony of that wasnât lost on me. How could I hope to win a fight against demons if I didnât even have the guts to wage an emotional battle?
Racetrack Playa in Death Valley, California, was hot, with sunshine so strong, the rays almost felt tangible. Iâd expected mile upon mile of gently rolling sand hills, but the terrain was flat, hard earth that reminded me more of an endless parking lot than a desert. In many ways, it was the exact opposite of a demon realm, yet this area had the same air of desolateness, and if I squinted, the mountains in the distance could have been gargantuan pyramids that demons so loved to show off with.
Jasmine looked around with more bemusement than trepidation, reminding me that the only realm sheâd seen had been Adrianâs. That had been a paradise compared to some of the others, with petrified trees mimicking a forest and frozen rivers reflecting lights from the magnificent, blue-hued city.
âSee all the rocks, Ivy?â Adrian said, breaking through my memories. âThose trails behind them are why weâre here.â
Countless rocks did litter the cracked ground, ranging in size from baseballs to boulders. Most had trails behind them, indicating that theyâd been dragged to their positions. Some of those trails were short, as if a child had pushed the smaller ones a few inches before growing bored, yet some of them stretched out farther than I could see, and it would take several people to move the bigger boulders even an inch.
Why would anyone want to come out to Death Valley just to push around rocks? I wondered. Talk about being in desperate need of a social life. Then I looked more closely at the trails behind the rocks. Something was missing...
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