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“Youchose to feed me the elixir, youchose to turn me, youchose to make me exactly what I am, and now there’s no going back.”

She dares me to deny it, dares me with her gaze. But I can’t meet it. I’m too busy willing the dizziness to end, too busy begging for the healing to begin. Struggling for each and every breath, the words ground out between gritted teeth. “You’re not just delusional, but you’rewrong. ” I fill my lungs with air and surround myself with white light, knowing I need all the help I can get. This is not going at all as I’d planned.

Having mistaken her small stature for a lack of strength—having misjudged the power of hate, along with the live wire that strums inside her, fueling her with a seemingly endless supply of rage.

Careful to keep my face neutral, my tone steady, not wanting to alert her to my newly alarmed state. “I may have made you immortal—but what you do with that is entirely up to you.” The words reminding me of the scene I manifested just yesterday, except this scene is nothing like the victorious one I’d rehearsed.

Then, just likethat , I feel it. I’m back. My wound healed. My strength returned. One look in her eyes tells me she senses it too.

And just likethat, it’s over.

She’s already pushed me away.

Already made for the door.

Glancing over her shoulder to say, “Hey, Ever—before you go lecturing me onforgiveness, maybe you should do a little digging around. There’s a ton of stuff you don’t know about Damen—stuff he’d never choose to confide on his own. Seriously. You should look into it.”

I don’t respond. I should, I know, but the words just won’t come.

My gaze is locked with hers when she adds,“Forgiveness, Ever. Think about it. So easy to preach—so difficult to practice. Maybe you should ask yourself ifyou’re truly capable of it? Can you really forgive the sins of Damen’s past? That’s what I wanna know—and that’s the only reason I let you live now. The only reason I’ll let you hang around just a little bit longer. If nothing else, it’ll be interesting to watch. But make no mistake, the moment you start to bore me or annoy me, well, you know the drill—”

And the next thing I know, she’s gone.

Though her words continue to reverberate all around me.

Teasing.

Taunting.

Refusing to dissipate as I busy myself with washing the blood from my hair and manifesting a new dress to wear.

Readying myself to see Damen, who’s no doubt still waiting for me.

Desperate to bury the evidence of what just went down, along with my own nagging doubts.

Chapter 8

“You sure you’re okay with this?” I turn toward Damen, more than willing to let him join me if he wants but still hoping to handle this one on my own. Things between him and Jude are always so weird, and even though I totally get the reason behind it, I still prefer to lessen the tension whenever I can.

He nods, and one look in his eyes makes it clear that he is. His trust in me is complete, just as mine is in him.

“Do you want me to wait or come back later?” he asks, more than willing to do either one of those things.

But I just shake my head and gaze toward the store. “I don’t even know how long it’ll take. I have no idea what to expect.” I scrunch my nose and lift my shoulders before dropping them again. “All I know is I can’t avoid him any longer. Haven’s serious about going after him, she’s not about to back down. Trust me, she made that abundantly clear.” I swallow hard and look away. Still shaken from the scene in the bathroom, still reeling from the force of her power and strength, not to mention her ability to surprise me, overwhelm me, and control me in a way I hadn’t seen coming, and certainly hadn’t rehearsed for. But when I look at Damen again, I know I’m doing the right thing by playing it down. He’s freaked enough as it is, there’s no need to make it any worse.

“I just—” I pause, searching for just the right words. Knowing how uncomfortable it must make him, the thought of me being alone with Jude, and wanting to make it clear that not only is it strictly business, but that I can totally handle myself where he’s concerned. “I just need to convince him of the seriousness of all this. I also have to try to help him find a few ways to protect himself, even though, short of hiring an immortal bodyguard, I’m not even sure what good it’ll do. But anyway, that’s my goal, and I have no idea if he’ll even agree to cooperate, much less listen to me. He could take me up on it, or he could kick me out within the first fifteen seconds and warn me never to return. Nothing would surprise me at this point.”

Damen nods, his tone more knowing than jealous when he says, “Oh, I doubt he’ll kick you out…”

He looks at me, leaving the thought unfinished, causing me to nervously fiddle with the hem of my dress.

“Anyway.” I clear my throat, desperate to move away from all that. “The point is, I can always just manifest a car or something when I need a way home. I’ll just have to remember to ditch it as soon as I turn onto my street—don’t want to give Sabine yet another reason to freak.” I sigh, trying to imagine how I’d ever go about explaining something likethat —my ability to manifest large, expensive, inanimate objects, then make them disappear at will. Looking at Damen when I add, “But here’s the thing—”

He meets my gaze.

“As much as I appreciate this, and as much as I like being with you…you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to chauffeur me to and from school every day or anywhere else for that matter. I’m fine.

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