I hesitated.
Jess watched me closely. “It can be pretty freeing.”
I screwed the paper in my fist. “Maybe another time.”
“Suit yourself,” Jess shrugged. She threw a pile of junk into the grate, then pulled her lighter out.
Click.
I felt her power spark before I saw it. Heat rolled through the room. And the small flame that flickered on the lighter suddenly exploded.
I flinched.
Jess’s eyes gleamed in the light. She shifted on her feet, watching the flames lick higher. Her hands flexed.
It was like watching a fire spirit trapped in human form.
The light blazed, dangerous and destructive.
It always did. The vents pulled the shadowy smoke tendrils away from her face.
Like they were never there.
My hands tightened around the catalogue. My breath hitched.
And I wondered what could ever take my darkness away.
If the light could ever be a safe place for me again.
Or if my own shadows were here to stay.
Chapter 40
Dev
I hated this house.
I always had. Even when I lived here.
It was post-modern, with monstrous windows and heavy doors. My father had built a sprawling mansion that sat on nearly five acres.
It stood on top of a hill, overlooking Telluride. Ian Redgrave had paid for the nearby houses to be bought and torn down so we had nothing obscuring the view.
I could see the Temple of Light from my bedroom, looming over the city like a blight.
The house was gated, guarded by Soldiers of Light. As the mouthpiece of the Council, my father lived an opulent existence within the Light community.
All I could see was a home built on the blood of the Dark.
Sable sat next to me in the car, invisible to the naked eye. Her power was impressive.
I kept the window down, despite the cold. Cameras were locked on every entrance of the property, so Sable would have to slip out through the window.
I wished it didn’t have to be her.
Her very presence irritated me.
“Remember the plan,” she muttered.
