Book of Revenge (30 page)

The pounding pain in my cheekbone stopped as abruptly as it had come. I took a moment to understand what had happened and what it meant. No other pain followed. When nothing more ensued, I stood from the floor and brushed myself off. In a snap I disappeared, headed to Jane’s room.

Appearing at the foot of her bed, I was perplexed to see she wasn’t there. I circled the bed and felt her sheets—they were cold. Disappearing again, I appeared in Emily’s room, hoping she’d know where Jane was. Her bed was also empty, but not cold. Her sheets were in disarray, thrown about the room—then there was a moan. My eyes darted in the direction of the sound, surprised when I saw Jake lying in a small pool of his own blood. Falling to his side, I carefully supported his weight and hauled him to his feet. With the back of my hand, I wiped his face with the sleeve of my jacket.

“
Greg,”
he managed to say, louder this time, the words draining him as he fell against me. I looked at the puddle of blood on the ground, fearing the amount he’d lost. He needed blood, and now. I pulled a knife from my pocket and cut into my own skin at the crease of my elbow, where it would flow freely. Holding Jake against the wall, I guided the slow flow of blood to his lips. He took it unwillingly.

I sighed long and hard. Jake grimaced, but the light was returning to his cheeks as his body heat once again rose well above a human temperature. After a minute, the cut on my arm began to heal over and Jake was able to stand on his own two feet, his lips pursed as though he’d just bit into a lime.

“
Bleck
!”
he remarked. “What does Emily see in that?”

Jake rubbed his stomach. “He was going on about how he needed her, and then something about Avery. I can’t be sure just what that means. I was pretty livid at that point. It’s hard to know just what he said.”

I gave him a reproachful glare. “You shouldn’t have been here…” I put my hand on his shoulder. “…but I’m glad you were.”

Jake shrugged. “I can’t help it.” I could see the look in his eyes, the look of a man barred from what he loved—a look like my own.

“She has Wes, Jake,” I reminded him, as I have before.

Jake became flustered. “I know. I know that.” He began pacing. “Can we just…” he stopped, helplessly holding his hands in the air before slapping them against his legs. “Never mind.” He gave up. “There are more important things to do right now than discuss this, don’t you think?”

I had to agree. “How did Greg take her?”

Jake snorted. “Like anyone does—hands around waist,
‘come on
darlin
’, you’re mine’,
you know?”

I shook my head. “I get that, but he’s supposed to be somewhat…
allergic
to her.”

Jake shrugged dramatically. “I don’t know! I just walked into this. How am I supposed to understand that?”

I shook my head. “And you remember nothing about where they were going?”

Jake thought for a moment, being cooperative. “No. I don’t think he bothered to mention that.” Jake’s jaw clenched. “He’s a real
jerk.
”

I took a moment before adding to the circumstances. “Jane’s gone, too,” I admitted, ashamed that I’d lose track of what was most important to me as an angel, and a man. My head dropped.

Jake approached me, brows raised. “Taken?” he asked.

I shrugged, conveying it wasn’t quite like that, at least not initially. Jane had simply left me.

Jake snorted. “She left, didn’t she? I’m not surprised. With your track record…” He stopped talking as he saw the look on my face. Shrugging his shoulders he bravely added, “Just sayin’.”

Just then, two owls flew through the window. I knew one was Wes, but I didn’t recognize the other. Wes looked up at Jake, and then to me.

Wes’s feather’s fluffed in defiance. Diverting my attention away from them, I briefly looked to the new owl behind Wes for an explanation as to who she was. The owl divulged her relationship to Wes openly.

Jake shifted his weight and shook his head, bringing my attention back to him. “I’m not here to take your girlfriend, Wes, so chill out.”

I cringed and swiftly closed the distance between me and Jake, pinching his arm and giving him my last warning. “Stop.” Now is not the time to tell Wes about this. I cleared my throat, addressing everyone. “Has anyone seen Jane recently?” I felt ashamed to ask. I should know.

Jake was the first to answer. “She’s been hanging out with this new pixie friend of hers, Navia. She doesn’t seem to care much for us anymore, or you, apparently.”

I swallowed hard. My gut was telling me that something about this new friend of Jane’s wasn’t right. I felt my hand begin to shake—it was too much of a coincidence; besides, pixies didn’t make friends with Seouls, only Shadow Pixies did because they liked the death surrounding them. My next statement proved difficult to say aloud.

“I’m afraid that pixie she’s with is a very old friend of mine. I’m afraid she’s with Avery.” Those simple words put an end to the tension in the room.

Wes’s already large owl eyes were now larger. He hopped over to Emily’s bed where he slid under the covers, his head popping out the other end—human.

“
What?”
he gasped.

I shrugged. “I came upon some information that may suggest that this old friend of mine, Avery, may be out to get Jane. From what you tell me of Navia, I believe it’s the same person,” I explained. “I’m not sure just why, or what she wants with Jane, but I can assure you it’s not good.”

Wes’s gawking expression didn’t change. “I know who
Avery
is, Max. You don’t have to refer to her as your
old friend.
She was your fiancé,” he added bitterly.

I glanced at Jake, my patience with him just about worn out. “You told them, didn’t you?”

Jake nodded brazenly.

He was really testing my trust today. I shook my head. “How much has she been around?” I asked Wes, not wanting to hear Jake speak.

“Like every living second since you left, it seems.” Wes laughed, but nervously. “She gave me the creeps she was so gorgeous. I can’t believe you were engaged to her once.”

Jake snorted, taking another jab at Wes. “I thought you loved Emily,” he challenged.

“Jake. Stop,” I demanded, my voice booming and on edge.

Wes grinned, amused by my anger toward Jake before turning his attention back on the main subject. “Her name was Navia, though, not Avery. Are you positive you’ve got it right, because pixies all seem to look the same to me,” Wes added.

I nodded again, more slowly, still ignoring Jake. “I think so. She’s extremely dangerous, too. I don’t think you can even understand how much.”

Wes swore under his breath. “Well, this can’t be good.” He grunted. “Even if I don’t know what a Shadow Pixie is, it just sounds bad. Not to mention the fact that Jane and Avery both are, or
were
, romantically involved with you. That’s never a good thing. It’s like two roosters in a cage.”

Wes knew enough about disgruntled ex-girlfriends to see that the two of them being friends was a premeditative and dangerous thing.

“What the heck does Avery want to do with Jane? If she wanted to kill her she would have done it, considering the fact they’ve been locked at the hip the last week. Avery didn’t really appear violent toward Jane, either,” Jake interjected naively.

Wes and I both looked at him.

Wes laughed. “Just because she hasn’t done anything to her doesn’t mean she won’t. Chicks are crazy. Avery’s probably just playing with her first. It doesn’t take a genius to put the pieces together as to why. Avery probably wants revenge for what Max did to her. She’s just playing it cool until the right opportunity comes along to… do whatever.” Wes looked at me nervously.

Jake ignored the look of concern Wes and I were sharing. “At least I’m not the one naked under a sheet right now.”

Wes’s sister chortled angrily at Jake, Jake disregarded her anger.

Wes shook his head. “Lame rebuttal, man—
lame.
”

I could see where this was going. I’d been here with Wes before. “Come on, guys. Seriously…
stop
.” Aside from removing their tongues, I didn’t see how this was ever going to end. It was better to just move on.

Their glares both turned to me.

“Alright then, smarty pants. What do you propose we do?” Wes’s anger was transferred, his sister still perched like his shadow, fluffed and ready to defend Wes’s honor should I threaten it.

I sighed long and hard. “We just fix it.”

Wes:

I spiraled to the ground with Stella outside Emily’s room, watching Jake climb from the window as though he’d done it before. How had he gotten there faster than me, and all the way from Winter Wood? Yeah,
right.
He had been closer than that.

I’d woken the minute I felt her heart surge to life. I knew that Emily wasn’t just having a nightmare. The fear from her was eminent, and her every heartbeat was like a drumming alarm. Granted it took me a moment to gather myself and Lacy, but I had arrived as soon as I could. There was no way anyone could have been faster, aside from Max, maybe—
apparently
—but that was Max.

My talons ripped at the dirt below my feet as I considered the possible reasons for Jake’s timely appearance. They were all bad.

Max stood beside me, looking down at me. I looked up at him. I didn’t like the look on his face. It was pity. Why was it pity? What did he know? Like I said, having Max get there before me came as no surprise—it was Max. But the sweaty vampire? A slow,
clumsy
guy? Was he really agile enough to arrive before me? For the most part he was just human. He couldn’t fly, couldn’t even run very fast.

He must have already been there?

Was he involved?

Was he…
I chortled loudly. Stella nudged me, trying to calm me.

Max scowled. “Concentrate on finding Emily, Wes, not that. You’re driving me nuts.”

His remark only made me angrier. Of course I was concentrating on finding Emily. She was all I cared about. Lacy flashed me some images of a hug, comfort—it was our way of communicating. Stella flashed me similar images, but with a bit more zest to it. I tried to reprimand her, thinking it was hardly the time. Stella looked hurt, but she was just a bird.