Wicked Kiss (Nightwatchers) (36 page)

“They’re tricky things, souls. Meant to be a punishment far
worse than being destroyed. Humans were meant to have souls. I had a soul when I
was human, before I went through the transition and never had a problem with it
because it was natural.” He touched his chest. “This one, though, that they
seared into me, has always been a challenge. But it’s also been very
motivating.”

Seth had been on the streets long enough that there was no
helping him with a touch, as I’d been able to do with Bishop up until tonight.
His mind had been permanently messed up, his punishment for falling
from...Heaven.

Or so I thought.

“Show me your imprint,” I said as firmly as I could. Some
things I had to see to understand. To believe. Even when my gut was shouting at
me that I already had more than enough proof to know what he really was.

He raised a dark eyebrow as if amused by my request, then
turned a little, pulling up the edge of his dirty shirt to show the thick, dark
lines of his bat’s-wing-like imprint—the imprint of a demon. My stomach
lurched.

“See, beautiful star? I was never an angel. I would take it as
a compliment that you assumed me to be one if I was fond of that particular
breed of creature. But there’s only been one angel I could ever tolerate. Only
one who could tolerate me in return.”

All I could do was stare at him.

Jordan fished into her purse to pull out her phone. Roth
snatched it out of her grip and smashed it on the ground.

She shoved him hard, but it didn’t make him budge an inch. “You
creep! That was brand-new!”

“I don’t care.”

“You owe me for a new phone.”

“Bill me. And shut the hell up.”

“Samantha!”

But I wasn’t paying attention to her, not to Roth, either. My
attention was fully fixed on the demon in front of me, the one I’d assumed from
nearly the first moment I’d met him was an angel...just like Bishop. One lost
and abandoned by Heaven with no chance to return. No one to help him. No one to
care.

He was an exiled demon.

“You’re a smart girl,” Seth said to me. “You already know the
truth, don’t you?”

No, please. It can’t be.

I couldn’t have been this blind.

Then Seth moaned as if in pain, bracing his hands on his
thighs, his back hunching over. With alarm, I looked down to see the strange,
branching black lines move farther down to his hands and onto his fingers.

“What’s happening to you?” I asked, breathless.

“It’s a little sooner than I’d anticipated.” He laughed, a low,
pained sound deep in his throat. “Oh, who am I kidding? This is a
lot
sooner than I’d anticipated, but sometimes,
beautiful star, you must make adjustments when necessary. Quick like a bunny.
Race to the end so everything can be tied up in a nice, shiny bow. Now, tonight.
It will all happen tonight whether I like it or not.”

There was that mad tone of his I recognized more. “Who are you?
Who are you,
really?
”

His gaze moved toward the cityscape to the left. He nodded at
the huge outline of the hospital. “When I was first exiled, I woke up in the
shadow of St. Edward’s. I took it as a sign that this was where my new life
would begin. I wasn’t like the others, I didn’t accept that this was an end and
that I had to make peace with losing my mind and losing my power for all
eternity. There are always other choices, you just have to know where to look
and be willing to do just about anything to achieve your goals. That hospital
was my new birthplace. And inspired by that hospital, I was reborn as something
much different than I was before.”

I followed his gaze to the tall building with its glowing sign
like a beacon in the distance.

St. Edward’s Trinity Hospital.

Each capital letter was large and blue, while the rest of the
letters were smaller and white and the now-obvious acronym burned into my
eyes.

S.E.T.H.

“My original name was Nathan,” he said softly. “I’m your
father, Samantha.”

Chapter 35

It wasn’t shock that hit me like a sucker punch to the
gut over this revelation, but more of a sick, sinking sensation that left me
cold and shaky. Part of me had already suspected the truth, but my rational mind
hadn’t wanted to give it any conscious thought.

Seth wasn’t a fallen angel who’d been in Trinity for years and
years while losing his mind to the point that he was stuck on the streets with
no home to call his own.

He was Nathan, an exiled demon who allegedly controlled the
Hollow and had vengeance as his number-one priority.

My father.

I was having a serious Luke Skywalker moment.

“He’s your father?” Jordan’s words dripped with disbelief.
“Seriously?”

All I could do was stare at him—and I tried to use what little
clearheadedness I had left to read his mind when he met my gaze directly.

I could read the minds of angels and demons; I’d done it
before.

I could find the real truth beyond his twisting words before it
was too late. Although, I honestly didn’t know how much more truth I could
handle and still remain vertical.

His brown eyes, not quite the same shade as mine—but now that I
was looking, pretty darn close—weren’t giving away any secrets. His walls were
up and they were as thick as the concrete we currently stood on. It would take a
long time to break through.

“So, I brought her to you like you asked me to,” Roth said
tightly. “Time for your side of the bargain.”

“You bargained with him?” I asked, my voice quiet.

“I sure did.” Roth didn’t sound the least bit ashamed.

“For what?”

There was a pause before he answered. “For Cassandra.”

I couldn’t help but tear my gaze off the man standing before me
to look at the other demon. He tried to hide it but I saw it, that bottomless
grief in his dark eyes.

My throat was thick. “Cassandra’s dead.”

He shook his head. “No, she’s not. She was hurt, but she wasn’t
dead yet.”

“The Hollow wouldn’t have taken her if she wasn’t a split
second from death.”

“But now I know who controls it and can give her back.”

Right. That would be Nathan. “If he promised you that, he was
lying. Cassandra’s gone. I wish it was different, too, Roth, but it’s the
truth.”

Jordan had gone very quiet, standing off to my left. I wasn’t
sure if she’d started trembling due to the temperature or from the subject
matter. Likely both.

“Roth, you have served me well tonight,” Nathan said. It was
time I stopped thinking of him as Seth, a name I associated with an angel I’d
wanted to help. “You will be well rewarded when the time comes.”

“I don’t want any damn reward. All I want is Cassandra returned
here like you promised.” His brows drew together. “Is Samantha right? Were you
lying to me? Is she...dead? Forever?”

Nathan took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He didn’t
reply to Roth; instead, he directed his attention toward me again. “It’s
difficult, being a demon who was once human. There are certain requirements for
the job, very few all that pleasant. You know, I’m sure, all about the balance
that must be maintained, don’t you, Samantha?”

“It’s all about balance,” I replied.

“So bloody important, this balance. What do they think will
happen if something disturbs it? Will the whole universe implode?” Nathan’s lips
curled under his beard into a very unpleasant smile. “No. Not the whole
universe. Only Heaven and Hell. They believe they are timeless and immortal, but
they’re dependent on souls. My sister messed that up—or at least, they saw her
as a threat. My kid sister, a threat to Heaven and Hell. They think the same
about nexi, Samantha, never doubt it. For two vastly different places, they have
many similar goals. Keep the balance, follow the rules, toss out those who don’t
toe the line. Destroy those who are a threat or make them too crazy to try to
seek revenge.”

“And that’s what you’re doing. Seeking revenge.”

“They did this to me.” His jaw clenched and again he grimaced
as if a tremor of unbearable pain rippled through him. The branching lines
extended farther like vines traveling over his hands and up his neck to trace
his jawline. “And they will feel my wrath like nothing they’ve ever known
before.”

I swear, I felt a rumbling beneath my feet like a small
earthquake.

Jordan’s gaze darted around as she tried to steady herself on
what should have been solid ground. “What was that?”

The image of the city being sucked into the dark vortex made a
chill race down my spine. This was the place. This parking lot. This is where
the vortex appeared and took everything with it, leaving nothing behind.

Just how powerful was this demon?

“If that’s so, why haven’t you done it already?” I asked,
swallowing my fear. “It’s been seventeen years since Anna was killed. Why have
you waited this long for revenge?”

His expression tightened at the mention of her name. “You know
about Anna.”

“Natalie told me a lot.”

“Of course she did.” His jaw clenched. “Natalie loved to talk.
Seventeen years of endless talk. I was glad to finally be rid of her.”

Roth glared at the demon. “You made me a deal. Are you reneging
on it?”

Nathan hissed out a breath. “Being burdened with a soul is not
an easy thing. Sometimes the madness grips me when I stay here too long. It
can’t be helped. If I don’t return to the Hollow right away, I have found other
ways to cope.”

He reached out and gripped Roth’s throat.

The demon gasped. “What are you doing?”

Nathan’s eyes glowed red. “Coping.”

Roth dropped to his knees as if the strength had left him in a
rush. And I could feel it like a tingling sensation on the surface of my
skin—his energy. Nathan was stealing his life energy.

I grabbed Nathan’s arm. “Don’t kill him!”

“If I was trying to kill him, it wouldn’t take this long.” He
released the demon who collapsed all the way to the pavement. “Trust me,
beautiful star. I have full control over this power. And I have no doubt, you
do, too.”

Roth’s chest heaved as Nathan loomed over him.

“The angel is lost to you. Forget her and move on. Trust me,
boy, obsession of this kind will only destroy you.”

A moment later, Roth’s eyes closed and he slumped to his side,
unconscious.

A cry of fear escaped Jordan’s throat and she stumbled back a
few more steps.

Nathan’s gaze tracked to her. “You...you’re the one who has
always given Samantha difficulties. Called her names, treated her poorly. Do you
want to kill her, Samantha? I can show you how. It will be quick and painless.
Or just the opposite—your choice.”

“What?” Jordan yelped. “No, no, not a good idea. I mean, I’ve
said some stuff, but so has she. And it’s different now. We have, like, an
understanding. We’ve been through a lot together. That means something, right,
Samantha?”

Nathan laughed at this, a dry sound still edged in madness,
despite his recent meal.

“I don’t want to kill Jordan,” I said evenly. “Just because
I’ve had some problems with her in the past, doesn’t mean I want her to
die.”

“Very well. Then she’ll be spared.”

But if my vision was right—and if it was something that would
happen tonight—
no one
would be spared.

“What do you want from me?” I asked. “Enough of the small talk,
tell me the truth. You wanted Roth to bring me here to talk to you. Whatever’s
happening to you right now seems—” I swept a gaze over his scary, branching
lines “—severe. So tell me why I’m here. Why now? And why me?”

He was silent for a moment, his hands fisted at his sides. “I
need your help.”

“My help?” I shook my head, sickened by what he could be
suggesting. “To do what? To help you destroy Heaven and Hell? This world? All
out of your need to avenge Anna’s death? Is it really as hard for you now as it
was then to accept that she’s gone?”

A tremor went through him, and again I felt its echo beneath my
feet.

Nathan didn’t turn away, didn’t convulse with whatever pain he
was experiencing. He just watched me as if curious. The insanity that had been
growing in his eyes a minute ago had dissipated, thanks to his light snack on
Roth’s energy. I spared a quick glance at the demon who was still unconscious
nearby. Jordan stood next to his still form, wringing her hands.

I wanted her to run. But I had a funny feeling she wouldn’t get
very far.

“Can I tell you something important about yourself, Samantha?”
Nathan asked. “Something that is vital for you to know, to believe and to
accept?”

“I already know a bunch, no thanks to you.” I inhaled slowly,
trying to stay calm. Or as calm as I possibly could. “I’m a nexus. Demon father,
angel mother. I can see things others can’t—things that have to do with the
supernatural. I can read the minds of the team members if they don’t try to
fight me too hard. I could see the searchlights that helped find the lost demons
and angels sent to this city on this mission.”

I can zap you really hard if you come
close to me and I might be able to knock you out, too.

And I have a special dagger strapped to my
thigh that an angel gave me to help protect myself when needed.

I didn’t share these facts, of course. I had to keep a couple
surprises at the ready. I had a very strong feeling I would need them before the
night was over.

“What else?” he asked.

“Now that I’m free from having the symptoms of a gray, I can
absorb energy. From one hunger to another. I guess I have you to thank for that,
too, right?”

This made him smile, but it wasn’t an expression filled with
joy. “Right. And that is key to what I need tonight from you, beautiful
star.”

“Why do you call me that? You’ve called me that since the
beginning.”

Nathan looked up at the velvet-black sky dotted with bright
stars. “Stars once were navigation points. Still are for those who know how read
such things. For me, finding you was like finding my way again. I had worried
that all was lost. And yet, there you were. Like magic.”

“Actually, I’ve been here in Trinity since I was born. Anna
dropped me off at a local adoption agency. Never left this city for seventeen
years, so don’t try to act all surprised I’m here.” I snorted. “And don’t try to
convince me that you’re my dear old dad who finally wants to connect. Maybe see
a movie on the weekends? You want to convince me you care about my future and
that when you look at me you see Anna and how much you loved her?”

I expected my words to affect him, maybe reach down under those
dirty clothes and grab hold of whatever heart he still had left. Instead, he
regarded me with a wry smile.

“Psychology. And I thought you were only a high school
student.”

I swallowed hard. “I need answers, Nathan. You said you wanted
to tell me something important about myself, right? What is it that I don’t
already know?”

His gaze turned thoughtful as he swept his brown eyes over the
length of me until they returned to my face. “That you shouldn’t exist.”

My breath caught. That was actually the last thing I expected
him to say. “What?”

“Throughout history, nexi have always been destroyed by Heaven
and Hell on the rare occasion they are created either through a forbidden
romance or through...darker means.” He didn’t go into detail about what “darker
means” meant, which was a relief. “You are something that is so unnatural and
wrong that the fact you’ve managed to live this long is a genuine surprise to
me.”

Every word worked its way under my skin, each as painful as a
sharp sliver.

Unnatural. Wrong. Shouldn’t
exist.

I half expected Jordan to add a well-placed quip agreeing with
him, that I’m a freak of nature. She remained silent.

“When I look at you, I don’t see Anna. Frankly, I don’t want to
see Anna. She’s gone. A long time ago. It’s given me plenty of opportunity to
reflect over what I was willing to give up for her. It was our relationship that
exiled me. The pain I’ve felt since then is entirely her fault.”

If there was one thing I believed since I learned the truth
about my origins, it was that Nathan and Anna had been deeply in love. To me,
their love was epic and immortal, surviving even after tragedy and death.

Who knew I was such a romantic?

It was an unexpected blow to my spirit to know it wasn’t like
that at all.

“You blame her?” I asked quietly.

“I did for a time. I’ve since come to realize that there is
only Heaven and Hell to blame—for everything. I will destroy them, Samantha. But
first I will take their little world filled with souls. The Hollow will rise up
and swallow all of this so I will control those souls. I will control all the
mortals that walk this world...instead, they will walk mine. And I will be able
to watch as Heaven and Hell begin to fight in earnest against each other for
survival.”

“Why would you do that if you don’t care about Anna anymore,
enough to get vengeance for her death? What’s the point?”

Again, he stroked his beard thoughtfully. “There are those who
create and those who destroy. Chaos doesn’t need a reason to exist.”

I saw it then all too clearly. His insanity went far deeper
than the surface and couldn’t be fixed by absorbing Roth’s—or anyone’s—life
energy. And it wasn’t only because of his soul. The Hollow’s supernatural
junkyard of dark energy had changed him over the years, bleeding his sanity—his
love for Anna—away drop by drop until there was nothing left to salvage.

I cast another glance at Jordan and our eyes met. I saw the
same realization on her face that I felt inside myself.

We were in very deep trouble.

But I already knew that.

I returned my attention to my birth father. “If I’m so unworthy
of breathing, what do you need me for?”