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  “I will see you soon enough. We will be back in a few weeks to solidify the alliance. We have quite an army where we are as well. It looks like we have been doing the same as your parents, opening the doors to those that feel there is nowhere else to go.” He sighed. “I wish I could feel how I felt for you before.”

  “I do too.” I wanted to cry. I would never have imagined feeling the way I did about Aaron. Then I thought of Adam. If Aaron were still around, there would be no Adam and me.

  “Look, Dawn.” There was a breath. “I hope that seeing you will bring back something, but if the thought of you doesn’t, I’m not sure that seeing you will.”

  “I know.” I didn’t want to sound hopeful. All I wanted was for him to see me and know that he had felt something once.

  “I have to go. We are heading out in the morning, and we have some other beings to talk to first.” He was ending the conversation not long after it started.

  “I understand.” It pained me to know that our discussion was almost over.

  “I will talk to you soon, probably sooner than I will see you.”

  There was a silence that hung between us for a few moments. Then he spoke again.

  “However, now I don’t have to be so candid with you. The rules have sort of changed.” He let out a slight chuckle.

  “I hope so. I will keep my phone near me, so you call me anytime,” I demanded.

  “Of course.” Just like that, he was gone. I listened to the dead air for a moment before putting my phone down and running my fingers through my new bangs.

  There was no need to inform Krista that he had called. I was sure she was there the entire conversation. I laid back down on the couch and looked at the ceiling. Now that I had heard his voice, my soul felt conflicted. What had I done?

  ****

  I must have dozed off again because I was jolted awake by a set of lips softly touching mine.

  I shot up from the couch, my eyes adjusting to the dark. I could make out Adam’s silhouette in the darkness, and I gasped for air. He started laughing and took a seat on the couch next to me.

  “Goodness, you would think you were attacked.” He grabbed me around the shoulders and pulled me close to him.

  “How was it?” I asked. It sucked being woke up twice in one night.

  “It was great. We had a lot of fun. She was a bit bummed you didn’t make it out with us. She said that she has a friend she wants you to meet.” He leaned against the couch and rolled his head to the side.

  “A friend, huh. Like a double date,” I groaned.

  “Nothing happened. It was rather innocent. We got the first part of my tattoo done. I think you are going to love it,” he said with a grin.

  “Great. Wait – is there anything on your bed?” I looked around, realizing I had not heard a knock, nor had I heard anyone enter the apartment.

  “Yeah, a bag with some dress clothes in it,” he said. “Is that for this thing tomorrow afternoon?”

  “Yeah. I didn’t even know he was here.” I rubbed my temples.

  “You must have been snoozing hard.” He laughed as he stood up. “Let’s get my lady to bed before she turns into a pumpkin.”

  He didn’t let me stand; instead, he leaned down and picked me up like I was nothing. Carefully he carried me into the bedroom, laying me down on the soft mattress. I felt the bed give as he laid down next to me, draping his arm over my waist. I turned to face him.

  “You look beautiful even with the black shit running down your face,” he said as he kissed my eyelids.

  I laid there in his arms that night. Every hope in the world seemed to rest on him. I wondered what Rose was doing. Was she waiting for him to text her goodnight? Was she feeling more drawn to him after having such a good first date? Would he find that she was far more desirable and let me go? I held on to him tighter and drifted back to sleep.

  Chapter 11

  Revelation

  I woke up alone. Not that it shocked me, but I had already grown used to waking up to Adam’s warmth, his breathing, the way his eyes moved when he was lost in a dream. It was odd to be alone again that is. I rolled over and checked my phone; it was eight in the morning. This was like waking up at the break of dawn. We had been spoiled the last few nights, not having to get up with the sun to have weapons thrown in our hands and told to attack one another.

  I sat up and stretched. I was completely alone. I couldn’t sense anyone in the apartment, and it made my skin crawl. I felt fear. What if something happened to him? What if something in the night came for him? I got up and summoned the fire to my hands before walking into the living room. There was a faint smell of something I couldn’t place. It wasn’t normal, but it wasn’t offensive. This means that it wasn’t vile, just something I had never smelled. Maybe it was Mitch’s cologne when he snuck in and put Adam’s dress clothes on his bed.

  I checked the spare bedroom. The odor was faint. If it were Mitch, it would be centered on the room, not be stronger in the living area. I checked the door; it was locked. I put the flames out and stood by the door with my hands on my hips. I was confused. I went back to the bedroom and grabbed my phone, dialing Adam’s number. I figured to find out where he was; it was best to ask him. As soon as I hit the green ‘talk’ button, I heard the ringtone of Adam’s phone coming from the kitchen. Great. Wherever he was, he didn’t have his phone with him. I groaned and threw my mobile on the bed, putting my fingers in my hair and pulling as I growled angrily at the fact that I had no clue where he was. I didn’t know who he was with or if he was with them willingly. Adam wouldn’t just leave his phone behind; that thing was attached to him everywhere he went.

  Unless it was in haste, was someone in trouble? I grabbed his phone and checked his call log. The last phone call he had received was at ten the night before, and it was from his father. I checked his messages and grumbled. A text from Rose came in at six in the morning.

  Rose: I’m in some serious trouble, I need help.

  “Son of a bitch!” I screamed, racing back into the bedroom, and throwing on clothes. Grabbing my phone and Adam’s I dashed out the door, locking it securely behind me. The text had come in two hours ago; there was no telling what was going on. That was more than enough time to get to the address listed on one of the previous text messages.

  He was doing an excellent job keeping up the ruse that he was into her. Even I was convinced that he was digging her style. It made my head hurt. I wanted to know if he had kissed her, and if he did, was he thinking of me, or when he kissed me was he thinking of her. My feet hit the sidewalk at a sprint. Nothing was going to get in my way of finding both Rose and Adam.

  I was able to plug the address into my GPS before leaving the apartment. It told me it would take ten minutes walking. I was there in less than five. Standing outside an older building, I looked around, smelling the air for the scent of an assailant. It hit me as soon as I entered the building — the faint smell of sulfur.

  “Shit,” I groaned, looking at Adam’s phone again. I was looking for an apartment number. “Got you,” I mumbled and headed down a long hallway. The sulfur scent was getting stronger. What the hell would demons want with Adam and Rose? Unless they were hybrids: humans that were flipped due to a vampire demon bitch’s evil scheme to make her give the world to her mother.

  I tore into the apartment without so much as a knock. Rose was plastered against the wall, her hands in front of her face. Adam was sprawled out cold on the floor. Some Protector he was turning out to be. I rolled my eyes when I noticed the dark-haired boy with an evil smirk on his face, standing facing the door.

  “Took you long enough,” John said, his grin turning sour. “Seriously, I thought you were going to be here with him. Seeing how the two of you are inseparable.”

  “Why does it have to be you?” I demanded, balling my fists at my side. The fear was there, but it was hiding behind the determination of getting these two out of there safely.

  “Why do you think, Dawny?�
�� he sneered at me. “Because I can render you powerless of course.”

  “Remember what happened the last time you tried to steal my soul?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. Where was this confidence coming from?

  “Yes, but I also know you brought her back. I don’t have to worry about her anymore.” He sighed. “Oh, how I have missed your pretty face.”

  “I would say the feeling was mutual but, well, it’s really not.” I looked at Rose. Her eyes were wide; I could tell she was scared.

  “So, you want to know how your precious Wesley is faring.” He walked toward me. If the SOB touched me, I was going to have to beat the crap out of him. Why the hell had I not thought to bring my sword? Oh right, running through downtown Dallas with a broadsword on my back would have attracted way too much attention.

  “I assume quite well.” I rolled my eyes. Did he think that I wasn’t going to remember the last time I was summoned?

  “Quite. He is still a bit conflicted. Still tries to hide things.” John took another step toward me. He kept looking in Rose’s direction and smiling. “Did you think I wouldn’t figure out you were no longer protected? That you wouldn’t run off and look for the fourth?”

  Why was he questioning me?

  “Well, I figured there was a mass communication in the Underground. You know, the Fire Warden is unprotected! Send the most menacing piece of filth you can to find her.” I glared at him. I hated that my fire was repulsed by him, so much so that it refused to come out and play.

  “Is that what you think of me?” He appeared sad for a second. “I thought we had a bond. I mean, we will always have the alley.”

  I hated how he mentioned the year before, as if it was a romantic rendezvous. The way I remembered it feeling was as if my soul was being harvested from my body. It was followed by a beating that nobody had been able to replicate since. I dared him to make the same move now that I had more training.

  “Yes, we will always have that horrific evening,” I growled, still trying to pull the fire. I could see Rose looking at her hands, wondering why they weren’t working.

  “He’s a Neutralizer, Rose, there is no point trying to use your gift. It won’t work,” I called over my shoulder to her. She looked back at me, baffled.

  “Oh, so you do know what I am.” He looked pleased. “I suppose the Prophet has been filling you full of information concerning the races.”

  “I’m well aware of the things in this world.” I crossed my arms and tapped my foot. “Are we going to talk all day or is there a purpose of this meeting?”

  “Oh, there is a purpose,” he growled, pacing. “According to the information from your boy.” He rolled his eyes. “I would not fare well in this battle. Apparently, your good boy here was blessed. I have about four minutes before he comes to and beats the crap out of me. I don’t see how, but according to Wesley’s vision, that’s what he saw, and Lilly doesn’t want to mess around with the visions.”

  “Probably smart. I have yet to see Adam in action.” I glanced at Rose. Still against the wall, still in a defensive stance, and still looking at me confused. “So, tell me this message.”

  “Events are surrounding the current status quo that you don’t know about. You wish you knew but won’t find out till the last minute.” He smiled, knowing he had just lost me.

  “What does that mean?” I groaned.

  “That means we still have a few tricks up our sleeves. Oh, and I wouldn’t even think about springing Wesley. Lilly has him so closely guarded that it would take a hundred of your best fighters to get through one inch of the barriers.” I felt the air change, and the strong smell of sulfur hit it as John disappeared. The fire flew to my hands, and I had to shake them to put the flames out.

  I turned and looked at Rose. She moved away from the wall and toward me. Her green eyes were filled with fear. She bent down, touched Adam’s face, and looked up at me. She was relieved to find that he was still breathing. I’m sure the Harbinger premonition only confused her further.

  “What was that?” she demanded; her face suddenly fierce. The fear had washed away, and in its place was a coldness that I had not seen.

  “That was a John,” I said briefly. I figured if I was going to be explaining things to her, I needed to do it in a more secure location. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and dialed my father. He picked up on the first ring.

  “What’s going on? Shawn started having a conniption fit; I had to stop him from leaving to find you,” my father said in a rushed tone.

  “Well, I think we have Rose’s attention,” I sighed. “John just made an impromptu visit. I need some assistance here, Dad. Can you put a protection spell on the apartment?” I looked back at Rose; she was cradling Adam’s head in her hands.

  “Yeah, that shouldn’t be an issue. I know a few witches in the area that can do that for me. My suggestion would be to get back to the apartment, and they will meet you there.” He sounded less worried but still had that fatherly concern in his voice.

  “What about your house? Is it safe?” I had forgotten entirely about the cocktail party that was going on that afternoon.

  “Yeah, my place is fine. Besides, no one in their right mind would dare make an appearance in that house without being invited.” He laughed. “I have some major defenses there.”

  “Adam and I have the party this afternoon. I need someone to keep Rose company while we are there.” I started pacing. She wasn’t paying any attention to me; she was concerned about Adam, who should have been coming to right about then.

  “I can have Shawn there by noon.” I could hear my dad snapping at something.

  “Yeah. That would work. He can explain the more technical shit to her.” I sniffed. Some of the sulfur residue was in my nose.

  “What did John say? I’m assuming it was another message since you called me.” I heard him whispering. I could only assume he was telling Shawn to get going.

  “He was rather cryptic. Something about there are things I should know, that I don’t know, and will never know; or something like that.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “Then he proceeded to tell me it would take a hundred of our best warriors to bring down the first wave of those protecting Wesley.”

  “I already figured that — another reason this stupid recon mission gets put off. I would have thought at least half the demon kind I know would have joined our forces by now. I have a feeling something is holding them back.” He sighed again.

  “It’s all right, Dad. Well, Adam is coming around, so I’m going to go ahead and head back to the apartment. When should I expect your friends?”

  I watched Adam’s eyes open, and he looked at me. Only seconds passed before he noticed Rose smiling sweetly at him. Suddenly it no longer mattered I was in the room. I could sense something was happening between the two of them, but I was still convinced it was all a game.

  “Soon. Just get those two out of there. If we can get you protected, they can’t hurt you,” he said.

  “All right, Dad. I will talk to you after the party.”

  “Ok Dawn. Bye.”

  “Bye.”

  I looked at Rose as she helped Adam to his feet. It took all the strength in me to allow her to touch him. I had to seem impartial; I couldn’t overstep the friend zone that was firmly in place. Adam was going to have to be the one that kept her balanced, while I broke the news to her.

  “I know you probably have a ton of questions right now. However, it is in our best interest to get out of here. I don’t know what the rest of the vision Wesley gave them was, all I know is that when the vision is verbally spoken, it changes its course.” I tapped my foot and stared at both of them, waiting for something to happen.

  “I’m not going anywhere with you until you tell me what the hell is going on.” Rose looked at Adam. “Did you know about this?”

  Adam looked at the ground. “Yeah.”

  “Listen, Rose. I wasn’t sure you and I were the same until now.” I pinched my nose, con
cocting the lie. “I thought that it was by chance that you and I met on that street, not some predetermined destiny. Did you feel anything when you came close to me?”

  “Like I wanted to cry. I never cry,” Rose mumbled. “I felt joy, elation like you were someone who I had known in a past life.”

  “That’s good. Did you feel anything when you met Adam?” I looked at him. He appeared torn, eyes shooting between Rose and me.

  “No,” she said. “Nothing like when you were near.”

  “All right, I am not one of those things that have been chasing you. So please go into your bedroom and pack a bag. Grab items that mean a lot to you. My brother will be here in the not-so-distant future. He can stay behind and get everything else that you will need then.” I clapped my hands.

  “I would do what she says, Rose. She has been through a lot this last year.” Adam placed his hand on Rose’s waist, she looked at him with trust in her eyes and nodded, walking off toward her room.

  “This is a lot harder than I thought it would be,” I whispered. Adam looked at me blankly and walked into Rose’s room to help her grab her stuff. I could hear her calling orders to him and the sounds of drawers opening and closing. I wasn’t feeling in a helping mood. Seeing the two of them together in an intimate setting was hard enough as it was.

  Instead, I sat down on the couch and put my hands between my knees, humming Dixie. I instantly hung my head; I had been caught in the civil war web of songs. I sat there for another ten minutes waiting for them to come out of her room.

  “All right, we have everything,” Adam said, holding two bags. Rose had on a backpack and a suitcase.

  “This is just about all I had when I came here. I rented the apartment furnished,” she said, looking around. She hadn’t been here long enough to get attached.

  “All right, well, I ran here, so I guess we have a bit of a walk.” I got up and smiled at the two of them. I couldn’t believe I was so cold. I flinched as a flame ran up my spine. “Adam?”