“Nothing has changed,” he said quietly.
“I have.”
Aiden sighed. “You haven’t.”
I opened my eyes. “Will you ever get bored with this? You have to, eventually.”
“Never,” he said.
“Because you won’t give up on me, no matter what I tell you?”
“Exactly.”
“You’re incredibly stubborn.”
Aiden’s lips tipped up in a half-smile. “I used to say the same thing about you.”
My brows knitted. “And you can’t now?”
“Sometimes I don’t even know what to say.” He reached through the bars and the very tips of his fingers grazed my cheekbone. Amoment later, he placed his entire palm against my cheek. I flinched, but he didn’t remove his hand. “And there are moments where I doubt everything I do.”
He tilted my head back so my eyes met his. “But I don’t doubt for one second that what I’m doing right now is the right thing.”
Many retorts rose to the surface, but they faded away as the little voice inside me piped up. I’d give it all up for you…
A knot formed in the back of my throat. Suddenly, this cell was too small. The basement was constricting and the little distance between Aiden and me suffocating. Heart turning over heavily, I searched for the cord—
“Don’t,” Aiden whispered. “I know what you’re about to do. Don’t.”
I jerked back, breaking the contact between us. “How do you know what I’m doing?”
His hand was outstretched, as if he could still feel my cheek. “I just do.”
Anger rose, fueled by frustration and a good mix of what-the-hell. “Well, aren’t you special?”
Shaking his head, Aiden lowered his hand. He watched me stomp over to the mattress and plop down. I glared back at him, willing almost every ill thing on him I could think of. And there were things I knew I could say that would hurt him, that would strip away his control and break him down into little pieces. Things that my Seth had whispered and things I’d told him I wanted to do. I could lash out—oh yeah, I could destroyAiden. But when I opened my mouth, all those hurtful, destructive things got stuck around the lump in my throat.
Sitting here, I didn’t feel right in my skin, as if I really wasn’t a part of it. And the only time I felt comfortable was when I was connected to my Seth. Without him, I wanted to shed that skin, or rip at it until I bled.
I wanted to hit something. Hard.
Drawing in a shallow breath, I focused on the mark on the ceiling. There were two moons drawn, interlocking. Since so many gods were tied to the moon, I didn’t know what it represented or how it had the power to strip me of mine.
“What is that?” I asked, pointing at the ceiling.
Part of me didn’t expect Aiden to answer, but he did. “It’s Phoebe’s symbol.”
“Phoebe? Obviously you don’t mean a Charmedone.”
He snorted.
Whoa, they’d brought out the big guns. I felt all kinds of special as I squinted at the markings. They held an odd bluish-red tint to them. “So, a Titan…”
“Yes.”
“And that’s a Titan’s blood, isn’t it?” I tilted my head toward Aiden. “Care to explain how it’s possible that a Titan’s blood is on this ceiling? Do the Olympians just keep jars of it around?”
Aiden let out a dry laugh. “When the Olympians overthrew the Titans, most were imprisoned in Tartarus. Phoebe wasn’t one of them. And she has a fondness for her children.”
Racking my brain for who she’d popped out, I came up empty. “Who?”
“Leto,” he answered. “Who in turn gave birth to Apollo and Artemis.”
I groaned. “Of course. Why not? So Apollo asked his grandma for some blood? Great. But I don’t get how it works.” I gestured around me. “How is it negating my powers?”
“Titan blood is very powerful. You know that blades dipped in Titan blood can kill an Apollyon.” When I sent him a duhlook, his smile was tight. “Mix that with blood of your own lineage, well, it has the ability to keep you from hurting yourself.”
“Or from hurting you,” I snapped.
Aiden shrugged.
Anger pumped through my blood like poison; with no way to expel it, I was seriously seconds away from going stir crazy. I stretched my legs, then my arms. In my head, I pictured myself running up and kicking Aiden in the shin.
There was a sigh from the other side of the bars.
Sometimes I wondered if he had the ability to read minds.
“I hate this,” Aiden admitted so quietly I wasn’t sure I’d heard him. He twisted around, giving me his back. “I hatethat Seth has done nothing but play you—lie to you—and you trust him. I hate that this connection is more important than everything else going on out there.”
I was about to argue, but my Seth hadlied to me. He’d probably been playing me right from the moment he’d discovered I was the second Apollyon. No doubt Lucian had.
Unease slithered up my spine, leaving cold shivers in its wake.
“It… it doesn’t matter now,” I said.
Aiden whirled toward me. “What doesn’t?”
I met his stare. “That Seth lied to me. It doesn’t matter. Because what he wants, I want. If I—”
“Shut up,” Aiden growled.
Surprised, I blinked. I couldn’t recall a moment when Aiden had told me to shut up. Wow. I so didn’t like that for a multitude of reasons.
Aiden’s eyes glowed a fierce silver. “ Youdo not want what Seth wants because there is no youin any of that. There is only him.”
Shock rippled through me, stealing any response I could come up with. There was no me. There was only us. That freaking little voice deep inside me roared in fury, then threw itself around.
There was no me.
CHAPTER 3
When my Seth decided to show up on the other side of the rainbow, I was grumpy and he was…well, he was wound up. There were, uh, thingshe said through the connection that just weren’t right.
Distracting? Yes.
Acceptable in the mood I was in? No.
I want out of here, I told him, mentally shaking him off. I can’t take it any longer. Aiden… he…
Seth’s disapproval was like razor blades knocking around in my skull. Aiden what?
What could I tell my Seth? That Aiden was making me think? Aiden talks a lot.
His laugh tickled the back of my neck. That he does. Angel, it won’t be much longer. Lucian has done us a great favor.
With who? White Robe of the Month Club?
Another pleasant laugh curled through me. Let’s just say he’s given me an endless supply of bait and leverage.
I gave him a mental eye roll. Yeah, I don’t get it.
There was a pause, and I could feel what Seth was wanting through the bond. He was in a playful mood, but this conversation was too important for screwing around. Finally, he answered. The pures that have stood against us have proven to be useful.
How so?
Do you remember how Telly refused to accept that the daimons could play nice and work together to form a cohesive attack against the Covenants?
Yeah…and Marcus didn’t believe it was just them working against us.
And neither had I. At the emergency Council meeting Lucian had called before my Seth had leveled the Council members, I’d suspected that Lucian had been behind the daimon attacks somehow, but there hadn’t been any real proof. Besides, my hatred for Lucian probably had led to that idea.