Not knowing how to feel is a strange state of being for Kade, who always knows just how to feel, and be and operate.Lachlan walks alongside him, skies dark, neon lights of late-night stores bright and humming, people everywhere and nowhere.
‘What are you gonna do about your demon bargain?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Are you just gonna let it take you?’
‘I don’t know.I haven’t thought about it much.’
Kade frowns.‘Seems like a waste.’
‘It’s not.I got to see you.I know now that you didn’t die.I’m notthrilledabout you living in a different kind of prison, but maybe this is enough for you to see the bars and make your own choices.Plenty of places to go dance in the world.’
‘You could show me.’
‘Kade.’
‘It just seems so fucking pointless.You sold your soul or whatever for the power to kill everyone who did this and there’s no one left to kill.’He stops walking abruptly, looks at Lachlan.‘I want to see the book.’
‘I said I’ll give it to you.’
‘Yeah, but you meantleave itto me as some cowardly posthumous gift.I want to see it now.’
That fucking look on Lachlan’s face, always so indulgent, so patient, so adoring the way the cliffs adore the sea even when worn down by them.Kade hates it, wantsmoreof it, is starting to think he’ll seriously fucking miss it when it’s gone.No one’s ever looked at him like this man does.
‘You want to try and find a loophole.’
‘There has to be one.’
‘If you want to see it, I’ll show you.’
‘Where are you staying?’
‘I’m parked up a few miles away.’
‘You said you didn’t have a car.’
Lachlan clears his throat.‘It’s a stolen van that I’m living out of.’
‘Oh.Right.’
‘But if you want—’
‘I do.’
‘Heard.’
Lachlan turns in a different direction, no longer headed back to the Tower.
Kade steals glances at him whenever the older man’s gaze casts away,lighthousing.‘I got that from you, I suppose?Heard?’
‘I didn’t exactly invent it, but yeah.’
‘And my codename was Cascade?’
‘It was.’
‘There a reason for that?’
