Believe in myself and my powers …
Sure. Why not?
Sighing, he clenched his fists and in the most enthusiastic voice he could muster he called out, “I believe!”
Of course, nothing happened. Other than he sounded like an Oz munchkin on a helium high …
Just follow the yellow brick road. Follow the yellow brick road.
“Gah, I am losing it.” Why not? Both places had slobbering hell-monkeys. “Just don’t put me in a pair of red ruby high heels.” Or drop a house on him. That was all his screwed-up life needed.
But as he drifted through the darkness, one thing crystalized for him. He had to become whole again even if it meant embracing the part of himself he not only hated most, but the part of him that terrified every cell in his body.
And if he had to sell his soul to keep his loved ones safe, he’d draft the contract himself and nail it to the devil’s forehead.
CHAPTER 11
Nick jerked awake as the air around him shifted. Ready to battle, he opened his eyes to find the scary Acheron standing by his bed. Yawning, he rubbed at his eyes. “Oh look, it’s Mr. Happy-Creepy come to feed me to more of his pets.”
“How can you not be afraid of me?”
Nick shrugged. “Guess I knew you in a former life.”
Acheron narrowed his spooky gaze on him. He cocked his head as if he was listening to the ether for clues or information. That was yet another unreliable power Nick missed having. “Thorn has offered me quite a bargain to hand you over to him.”
“Should I pack my things?” Nick looked down at himself. “Oh wait, I forgot. Don’t have anything to pack.” He sighed wearily. “Not even a toothbrush. My dentist would be so disappointed in me.”
Ash let out a sound of supreme irritation. Not like that was a first for the two of them. “How can you have no fear whatsoever?”
“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself,” Nick said in his best FDR accent, then he shrugged nonchalantly. “Worst you can do is kill me.”
Acheron gave him a gimlet stare. “Worst we could do is torture you.”
Nick grinned at his threat. “Pain I can take. Really. Doesn’t scare me, either.”
Acheron rolled his eyes before he pulled something out from under his coat and slung it at Nick. Some kind of wet spider-webby something covered him.
Hissing, Nick wiped the clear, stringy goo off his face. “Ew! What is that?” It smelled like Stone’s week-old gym socks.
Incredulous, Acheron tucked his vial into his pocket. “Proof you’re not the Malachai. That would have seared your demon’s flesh … which still makes me curious as to why Thorn wants you so badly if you’re human.”
Nick continued to wipe it away. “Told you. I’m irresistibly cute.”
“I should probably kill you, just to be safe.”
Pausing, Nick wiped his hand against his jeans. “I’d really rather you not.”
“Thought death didn’t scare you.”
“Roaches don’t either, but I don’t want to be covered in them. Know what I mean?”
An amused glint lit those weird eyes. “Strangely, I do, kid.”
“Grandpa?”
Acheron froze at the sound of Simi’s hesitant voice. Before he could move, she appeared in the room with them. Her face pale, she was trembling.
“Simkey?” Acheron breathed, pulling her against him. It was only then that Nick saw the blood on her. Something had cut her in the stomach.
She showed Acheron her blood-covered hands that shook with the weight of her pain. “T-t-they said I was evil. That I-I needed to die.”
Tears filled Acheron’s eyes. “Who did this?”
Her breathing labored, she couldn’t respond as she collapsed. Acheron laid her down on the floor. Now his hands trembled even more than hers did while tears streaked down his face.
“Don’t leave me, Simkey,” Acheron breathed, taking her hand into his.
Nick was stunned by Ash’s actions. Why wasn’t he helping her? Where were the glowing hands and … stuff that Acheron normally did whenever someone was injured? “Heal her!” he snarled.
Growling, he glared at Nick. “I can’t!”
Huh? Nick scoffed at him. “You have the power. I’ve seen it.”
Acheron shook his head. “I’ve never had the power to heal. Not since I crossed over and became the Harbinger. I lost those powers.”
Anger welled up inside Nick as he watched her breathing grow shallower. Her features paled. She wouldn’t last much longer. And as the hopeless fury built inside him, his hands heated up to a volcanic level. His heart raced.
She didn’t deserve to die. Not like this and definitely not because of him.
In that moment, Nick remembered the words Menyara would use whenever he was sick as a boy—which was a lot, since his human body had been at war with its demonic blood. Time and again, doctors had told his mother that it would be a miracle if he lived until morning.
In true Cajun fashion, Nick had defied them all, and he now refused to let Simi die like this. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between them, knelt on the floor by her side, and placed his hands over her wound.
Letting out an elongated breath, he whispered the words that his godmother had impressed into his memory:
Hear me Isis as I pray.
See her pain and take it all away.
Let the heaven’s light shine bright from above.
And wrap her in your most benevolent love.
Let no evil touch this child.
Protect and hold her all the while.
Save her from the darkness, ills and fevers of all kind.
Heal her wounds by your most sacred design.
There is nothing more earnest I can say.
Except please accept my humble heart as I pray.
He’d barely finished whispering those words before his hands heated up even more, to an unbearable level. An orange glow radiated from his hands to her stomach, similar to the one that usually shot out of Acheron.
Simi shrieked. Acheron threw Nick against the wall and gathered her in his arms. He let out an anguished cry of pain that came from the darkest part of his soul while he rocked her.
Rattled and dazed, Nick shook his head as he tried to focus and push himself up from the floor where he’d landed.
“Grandpa, please … you’re squeezing me too tight. I can’t breathe.”
Nick wasn’t sure who was more stunned. Him or Acheron.
The ancient Atlantean pulled back to look down at the girl he held. He brushed the hair back from her face. “Simi?”
She made an irritated face at him. “You’re still crushing me.”
Instead of releasing her, Acheron pulled her against his chest and held her like an infant. Over Simi’s shoulder, Acheron met Nick’s gaze. “How did you do this?”
Nick shrugged. “Danged if I know. It was just something my aunt used to say over me whenever I was sick or hurt.”
Simi tugged at Acheron’s sleeve to get his attention. “Grandpa, someone broke in and they attacked me. We have to find Ash and make sure he’s all right.”
His eyes flared red before he released her. “You stay here with him. I’ll be right back.” He narrowed his gaze on Nick. “Do not let her be harmed or I will show you unimaginable pain.” He vanished.
Simi ran her hand over the tear in her shirt that was soaked with blood. Then, she looked up at Nick. “What are you?”
“Honestly? I don’t know. I’ve never been able to heal anything and was told I couldn’t. No idea what just happened or why. Really. But I’m glad it worked.”