“Your mind.” Harvester smiled. “I need your mind.”
“Explain,” Ares barked, and Jillian jumped again. The guy had missed his calling as a drill sergeant.
“I can use Jillian’s mind to repair Reseph’s. It won’t be a total fix, but I can essentially take a piece of Jillian’s mind from her and give it to Reseph. Her mind is uncluttered by the kind of horrors in Reseph’s head. Essentially, he’ll have the ability to not think about everything Pestilence did if he doesn’t want to. He’ll still be able to access the memories, but at least he won’t be a blubbering puddle of insanity.”
“What about me?” Jillian swallowed. “Will I lose any of my memories?” Losing the airport attack might not be a bad thing.
As if he knew they were talking about him, Reseph threw himself against the wall with a hoarse cry. Before Jillian could do anything, Thanatos tackled his brother, restraining him the best he could, but Reseph was strong, and he only struggled harder.
Sickened, her stomach churning, Jillian addressed Harvester impatiently. “Well?”
“You won’t lose any memories,” Harvester said.
Limos folded her arms over her chest and voiced what Jillian was thinking. “Then what’s the catch? There’s always a catch.”
“Of course there is.” Harvester’s wings flared, stirring the air. “Nothing comes without a price.”
“Especially not when you’re buying from evil,” Thanatos muttered.
Harvester rolled her eyes. “Pestilence is still inside Reseph, and he’s getting off on Reseph’s memories. He likes to relive all his cruelty, and doing so will chip away at the bond I’ll use to attach your mind to Reseph’s. So the price, Jillian, is that you and Reseph will have to be connected for life. At least once a year, you must reestablish your connection.” At what must have been Jillian’s confused expression, Harvester sighed. “Sex. You will have to screw your little brains out. If you don’t, his memories will become yours, and you’ll go mad and die.”
Jillian blushed fiercely at the mention of sex in front of all these people. Heat seared her cheeks, followed by a sudden chill. “Die?”
“Die.” Harvester glanced at Reseph and sneered. “You’ll have to trust him to come to you once a year.”
“Fuck.” Ares scrubbed his hand over his face. “Jillian, we’ll swear to drag him to you if needed.”
Drag him? Why would they have to drag him? “I don’t understand.”
“He’s not the most… reliable… person on the planet.” Limos’s gaze was once again brimming with sympathy. “Don’t get me wrong, he was a good guy before his Seal broke. But he didn’t keep schedules or sit down for more than two seconds, you know?”
Yeah, Jillian did, and her stomach clenched. She’d seen the signs on her farm, the way he’d prowl around as if he were caged, the way he’d feel the need to get out of the confines of the house, his cavalier attitude about relationships and sex. She’d believed he could change, had convinced herself that when he said he wanted a life with her, he could put his restlessness aside.
But could anyone change what they’d been for five thousand years?
“Wait,” she said, thinking about something Limos had told her at the house. “You said Reseph has never fallen in love before me.”
Limos nodded. “That’s why this could work. Were-leopards can change their spots.”
Were-leopards? Don’t ask. Jillian turned to Harvester. “What will happen to Reseph if I die?”
“He’ll return to what he is now.” Harvester cocked an eyebrow. “Do you agree?”
She looked over at Reseph, who was lying on the floor, motionless. Thanatos had released him, but the big Horseman stood nearby, ready to restrain Reseph again. What a horrible existence for all of them. How long could they continue like this? Centuries, she supposed.
She turned back to Harvester. “Let’s do it.”
“Humans surprise me sometimes,” Harvester murmured. “Go to him.”
“No, Jillian.” Reseph’s voice, sounding as if it had been dragged right out of hell, had them all turning to him. “Don’t do it.”
“Reseph—”
A godawful snarl shook the air in the room, and then Reseph was on his feet, his eyes blazing with little red sparks. “Let me show you what you’d be sacrificing for.”
Twenty-five
“Reseph?” Shock flooded Jillian’s face. Reseph’s first instinct was to take her in his arms and soothe her, apologize, make everything better.
But he was going to do the exact opposite. She would not sacrifice anything for him.
She moved toward him, but he backed up, knowing that if she touched him, it would be Game Over. He didn’t have the kind of strength she had, and he’d end up taking whatever comfort she offered.
“I can help you.” She held out her hand, and his fingers twitched with the desire to reach out to her. “I want to help you.”
“After what you went through at the hands of demons, I can’t let you help another one.”
“Help a demon?” She frowned. “I’m helping you.”
“Ah… sorry, Jillian,” Limos said sheepishly. “I forgot to mention that our father is an angel and our mother is a sex demon. The latter is why all our side-effects and shit are sexual in nature. Long story. I’ll lend you the book.”
Jillian’s eyes went wide. “I… Oh my God, you’re a… demon?” Her hands flew to her belly, and he knew she was remembering the attack that had put the scars there.
He remembered her attack, too. But… how? Yes, she’d told him about it, but now that he had his memory back, he could see it. There was a parking lot. He was standing in shadows, the sound of jet engines all around them. A woman was screaming. He was… laughing. Laughing as two Soulshredders tortured her. She was… oh, dear God.
Jillian.
He blinked, hoping the visions would go away, but they didn’t. They got worse. He saw Jillian, screaming, naked, torn up. Soulshredders were assaulting her, toying with her. And he was standing in the shadows. Watching. Touching himself.
He was the figure she’d sensed as she was being attacked. He was the fucking evil bastard who had set the demons on her, and for no other reason than the fact that she’d stumbled upon what he and the demons had been doing to her coworker. A coworker who had held a secret second job—she’d been an Aegis Guardian, and Pestilence had made it a personal mission to take out every one of the bastards.
Jillian’s screams lashed at him. He’d been there, he’d witnessed her being attacked, and he’d laughed. He’d fucking laughed. One of the demons had looked up at him, blood dripping from its teeth. You like, Master? You want her now?
Master. Oh, holy shit, the demon in the barn had called him Master. It hadn’t been in his head. The thing had been speaking to him as if it had known him… because it had.
Sweat broke out over his body. The demons had worked Jillian over on his command, for his entertainment. Holy hell, he was directly responsible for Jillian’s brutal attack. Reaver had to have known—it was too much of a coincidence that Reseph would have ended up in her care. Why would the angel have sent Reseph to be rescued by his own victim?
The screams turned to moans. Jillian’s, his—they blended together.
“Reseph! Dammit, what’s wrong with you?” Something struck his face hard enough to snap his head back. Limos.
He grabbed her. “Get Jillian out of here,” he croaked.
“I’m not leaving.” Jillian crossed her arms over her chest and squared her shoulders, digging in for a fight. Wasn’t going to happen.