The Grey God (War of Gods 4) (17 page)

“No.” Jenn released her magic, hoping he was still vulnerable to it.

“You don’t leave here again, Jenn,” he said. She heard his voice break as her magic took hold of him. The clamp around her released. “You understand? You don’t leave here again. Ever.”

“I understand,” she said.

He took a step away from her. She glanced up, unhappy at how little of an effect her magic had on him. He was barely fazed now. He shook his head to clear it and walked away, towards the front door.

Ever.

Jenn stood, uneasy with his command.

Chapter Seven

When Darian turned to find Jenn gone, he knew it was the only reason he hadn’t done something they both might’ve regretted. He released his breath, blood pounding through his body. Her scent still lingered in the air, and he could almost feel her hands on his body again, caressing him in a way that turned him from a god in control of himself into a fawning teenager.

He wiped his face. She’d been stronger than him. She’d walked away where he couldn’t.

Maybe Jenn was right. Maybe she could fuck-and-walk just as easily as Claire.

No. Jenn is not Claire.
He knew this just as he knew he’d been smitten by both women.

Agitated, Darian retreated from the wine cellar to the house. He paced alone in the kitchen. Damian had come to tell him he was taking a special trip elsewhere. He’d given no more details, a sign something was up. Darian felt—not for the first time—that everyone present in the basement that day had an agenda they tried to hide from the others. Except him. He’d thought Jenn didn’t either, but after that kiss …

He made himself a hamburger, ate it, then raided the fridge. He was hungry for something besides food, but he couldn’t have her. Yully’s shepherd pie and Bianca’s paella did nothing to fill the gnawing hole within him. At last, he gave up trying to make up for it with food and rose from the table.

A strange commotion in the hallway drew him from his thoughts, and he pushed the kitchen door open. Redheaded Yully and tiny Bianca raced down the hallway towards the foyer, chasing the vamp Charles. He flung open the door and slammed it behind him. The two women stopped.

“He didn’t eat any of my cats, did he?” Darian demanded, stepping into the hall.

They turned at his voice, glanced at each other before shaking their heads.

“What he’d do?” he asked.

“Nothing really,” Bianca said. “We wanted to make sure he was okay.”

Dusty’s lifemate was small and shapely with a sunny disposition and caramel features that resembled her brother’s, the Black God. Her eyes glowed with both delight and mischief while Jule’s mate, Yully, appeared less certain. The newest member of their family, Yully wasn’t quite comfortable yet.

“I don’t think a vamp needs you worrying about him,” Darian said.

“Oh, he’s not a vamp anymore,” Yully said with her musical Irish lilt. “We fixed that.”

“We
think
we fixed it,” Bianca said quickly. “We were going to confirm, but he freaked out.”

“He won’t be eatin’ anymore of my rabbits,” Yully said with satisfaction.

“You turned him from a vamp into a uh … nonvamp?” Darian asked, fascinated. “Seriously, you can do that?”

“Together we can,” Bianca replied. “I did it once to Jonny, long ago, before …” She drifted off, darkness crossing her features.

At her silence, Yully spoke. “Bianca needed more magic to do it, and I can channel anything. I’m not called the Magician for no reason.”

“Bianca,” Darian said. “You’re not thinking of trying to change your brother back.”

The Healer shook her head. “I know that’s not his fate. But I also know he made a mistake long before he became the Black God. I fixed him, but he wasn’t a fully turned vamp yet. With Yully, I can change even a full vamp back into a human. There might be others like him who want to go back to who they were. I can help them. It’ll be another tool for Damian to use against the vamps.”

Darian smiled, doubting the White God would remotely agree with the two women before him but proud of them nonetheless.

“We need more vamps,” Yully said. “We have to try again.”

“You turn vamps into humans, and I kill Others. We’re quite a family,” Darian said.

“I don’t like Others,” Yully said darkly. “They’ll come after you if you mess with them, Darian.”

Darian met her gaze. Raised by a sadistic Other who beat her, the Magician Yully had used the magic of all of them to kill the creature that planned to use her to sever the boundary between mortal and immortal worlds before wiping out Watchers and humans.

“I can kill them now,” he said. “I promise. Nothing bad will happen to any of us.”

The two women stared at him quizzically. The awkward lull in talk made him wonder if a certain Oracle had told them otherwise.

“What am I missing?” he asked uneasily.

“That’s not what Sofi says,” Yully said at last.

“I made you cookies, Darian,” Bianca said quickly and started to the kitchen. “We’ll check on Charles later.”

“Thanks. I’ve grown out of cookies,” he said. Darian resisted the urge to tell her he was no longer the lost man who asked her for cookies every day. He sometimes felt like his family treated him like a child when he’d grown overnight into a god. “Now, what’s going on?”

“Peanut butter,” she called over her shoulder.

Dammit.
Darian trailed her into the kitchen, unable to turn down her peanut butter cookies. Maybe they would fill the hunger inside him.

“Now, what did Sofi say?” he asked and seated himself at the breakfast bar.

“Just that you need us,” Yully said.

“Darian, you know better,” the Oracle said from the doorway.

He twisted to look at her. Her eyes were rimmed with red, and her aura was beyond agitated. Bianca and Yully shared a look. Darian was left out of whatever secret knowledge they shared.

“C’mon, Sofi, spill it,” he ordered.

She shook her head. “My hormones are going crazy today.”

It was a lie. They both knew it. Darian grabbed a few cookies, now frustrated by four women rather than one.

“Sofi, I can’t get ahold of Dusty,” Bianca said, uncertain gaze on the Oracle.

“Nor I Jule,” Yully added.

“I know,” Sofi said. “They’re safe.”

He sensed their fear. No one else said anything for a long moment. Sofi made herself a milkshake consisting of frozen blood from Damian, chocolate syrup, pickles, and a scoop of ice cream. Yully stared into space, troubled, while Bianca stacked more cookies on the plate before Darian, unstacked them, then restacked.

“I think I’ll go now,” he said, rising. Something was going on. Everyone around him held secrets, even the normally open Bianca.

“Be safe, Darian,” Sofi said.

Darian shook his head. He needed a distraction from the odd interaction with his brothers’ mates and the thoughts of Jenn. Her kisses had made his body sizzle. He’d meant what he said about finding out what her problem was, only he suspected he now knew. Their friendship had turned into something else, something she wasn’t comfortable with.

Oddly enough, he wasn’t as upset by it as he thought he should be. He Traveled to the Others’ portal to the immortal world. He sensed none of the creatures in the mortal world, and he still had Jenn’s necklace in his pocket. He had to return it as promised, even knowing it was a bogus rule.

The heat of the desert disappeared as he dropped through the portal to the immortal world. Darian felt the magic of the world bombard him, both welcoming home the man that had been its king and trying to figure out what he now was. He shuddered at the feeling.

His gaze took in the beautiful apple orchard that had been planted by a foremother of his and Damian’s. The orchards stretched from the palace to the city and had been open to the public for immortals all over to visit and enjoy.

Only there was now a wall at one end, he noted. He moved through the trees, trying to see the palace that had been his for a short time at the other end. He thought he glimpsed a marble wall and hesitated, peppered by memories and magic. He and Damian were born here, and their worlds had fallen apart here.

Darian started towards the palace. His pace quickened as he ran, his heart pounding with eagerness to see the magnificent hall that had been his. The marble he saw came into view as he crested the hill in the center of the orchard.

It was all that stood in the place where the palace had been. Darian stopped. A single marble obelisk marked the bloodline and legacy of a once powerful clan. All signs of the palace were swept away, replaced by neat lines of apple trees that ran all the way to the beach beyond.

Darian felt something else die within him. He’d remembered the immortal world with fondness, for it was the only place and time he’d ever been happy. He recalled growing up and running around the apple orchard with his little brother and the children of the palace. He recalled meeting Claire for the first time, right here.

She’d been wearing pale pink, as innocent as the flowers that fell from blooming apple trees and caught in her hair. From a lower immortal noble House, she’d been sent into the Guardians at a young age, a spare child to a House too poor to support her. She’d excelled as a warrior and been present in the orchard at the celebration of his twenty-seventh birthday along with half the city. Now, he suspected her presence was on purpose, their meeting not so much fate as manipulation by her father.

Darian looked around, expecting to see her again beneath the shade of an apple tree, as beautiful as she was deadly with the daggers she wore at her waist. She might as well have been swept into the sea like the palace. The fury he’d felt since awakening from the dark place the Black God kept him started to fade. He doubted he could ever forgive her, but he could at least pity her.

She’d never look upon the obelisk or her immortal home again. A traitor, she’d no longer be recorded on any obelisk in the immortal world, even her own family’s, especially the way Damian killed her. No one would remember her. No one would mourn her.

Except maybe Darian. The tightness that filled his chest whenever he thought of his betrayer and lover unfurled. Damian had killed her for her betrayal, left her soul in her body and burned her. She’d killed one White God and been killed by another. She died with the greatest shame: her soul imprisoned for all time and her memory erased from the immortal world.

Darian lowered himself to the ground and sat, draping his elbows loosely over his knees as he gazed at the obelisk. With his disappointment at the discovery of his immortal home no longer standing, he also felt a sense of peace that had eluded him. The black memories that made him wake up screaming at night, the fear he could still taste in moments of despair, were softened by the sense of stillness that settled into him.

At least their bloodline wouldn’t end. The magic of the immortal world would continue to record their children and grandchildren on the obelisk. Damian and Sofi’s son might already be listed.
They
weren’t lost, even if it seemed like everything else was.

Deep in thought, Darian sat for a long while, until the wind at his back shifted to carry the scent of the sea to him. The sun would set soon in the immortal world. He roused himself and trotted down the hill, towards the obelisk. It was pristine and white, rising out of the ground like a natural formation. The souls of his forefathers inhabited the obelisk, making it hum with immense power. In his time as White God, the obelisk had been the source and seat of power for the White Gods in the immortal world. The Schism changed that, severing the tie between Damian and the source. Damian’s son would be the first White God born outside of the immortal world, and not even Jule dared to guess what that would mean for the White God’s power.

Darian knelt and found their father’s name.
Dristian.
Beside it was the name of their Oracle mother,
Kinila
, who had gone crazy soon after Damian’s birth.
Damian, Sofia, Adrian
were written beneath it, and Darian grinned, wondering when Sofi had picked a name for her son.

Although older, his own name was present under Damian’s, as if it had been erased during the long years of his slavery and newly added. Not only was Claire’s name gone, but a new one was in its place.

“Holy shit.”

Darian, Jenn.

Suddenly, the secrets of those around him began to crack open. Jenn knew. She had to. It was the only thing that explained why she tried to push him away. Sofi knew, or she wouldn’t have told Damian to send Darian to check on Jenn.

Which meant Damian knew. And the Others. Why else would they want Jenn, if not because they’d seen her name written as the mate of the one creature who could prevent them from executing goals as mysterious as those of the Watchers?

Everyone
knew! Darian stared at the names. When they were written on the obelisk, it was meant to happen. How long had her name been written? Since he was freed from his imprisonment to the Black God?

Since he realized he wanted more from her than to spar?