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“Of course.”
“Actually, call me even if you don’t need to,” Erin said. “Text me your new number. Everyone has been trying to contact you for months.”
I nodded. Once I lost my powers and left DuMoir Castle seven months ago, I received dozens of calls and hundreds of texts a day from my friends. I couldn’t take it. I ended up changing my number so I would have some peace.
“I will,” I lied. I would go straight to the underworld for the sheer amount of lies I had been telling lately.
“I mean it,” Erin said. “Everyone is worried about you, especially Farrah and Wyatt. After you get your wings back, you should give them a call.”
I nodded, not willing to say anything else.
Rey stared at Levi, looking as menacing as the demon. “If you hurt her, we’ll find you, and we’ll make you regret it.”
I didn’t waste my breath saying Levi couldn’t hurt me. That information wasn’t important.
“Thank you,” I said.
“We should go,” Rey said.
“We should.” Erin reached out, squeezed my hand, and then followed to catch up to the other hunters.
I stared at the path long after they disappeared.
“You’re such a liar, sweetheart.”
I snapped my head back to Levi. “What?”
“You won’t call anyone.”
No, I wouldn’t, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him. I jerked my hand again. “They will capture those demons. You can let me go now.”
Levi hesitated but withdrew his hand.
His grip had left a red mark around my wrist and I rubbed at it. Jerk. Didn’t it hurt him too? Or was this kind of pain a tickle for him?
For a moment, I considered going after Erin and Rey and the others and helping them. That was what I used to do … when I had my powers.
I had to be real with myself. I wouldn’t be able to help a fly now if it yelled for me. I would only put myself in danger and my friends would have to rescue me.
I walked past Levi, toward the car. “Let’s get out of here.”
12
Levi and I didn’t talk on the way back to Heidi’s house. In the driveway, he grabbed our bags from the car’s trunk and marched into the house, leaving me behind.
Not that I was in any mood to spend more time with him.
But inside the house, I couldn’t avoid him for long. I went to the kitchen, and found him at the bay window, spying on the shed.
“They’re still at it.” He walked to the fridge, put the lasagna in, and typed something on his phone. “I sent a text to Lacey about the food.”
I glanced at the shed, the doors wide open and light streaming from it, and more shame coursed through me. They were working nonstop to make my potion, to help me, a stranger who had suddenly busted into their lives.
“Holy hell, I can feel that,” Levi snapped. “Your … what? Embarrassment? Your guilt? Why? It wasn’t your fault you lost your wings and your magic, was it? Unless you’re hiding something.”
“It’s not just that.” My cheeks flamed. “I’m not used to people helping me for nothing.” It was usually the opposite. “I hate standing on the side, waiting. I want to help.”
“Oh, the little fallen angel can’t sit pretty?” He showed me that incorrigible lopsided grin. “At least you got the pretty part down, sweetheart.”
