My hand rests against his cheek, caressing his soft skin. “I won’t let you.”
“Tori?” Zeke’s voice pulls me out of the moment. What the hell is he doing here?
I whip around to see Zeke’s ashen face and fallen expression. As if he has any right to feel anything about what he’s just witnessed.
“What are you doing here?” Luke growls, but Zeke doesn’t pay any attention to him.
He steps forward as though he’s going to take Zeke on, but my hand shoots to his chest, stopping his advance.
“Let me handle this. Please.”
Luke scowls but nods his agreement. I turn back toward Zeke.
He takes a step forward but remains in the shadows.
“I tracked you, Tori. We need to talk.”
“Like hell I’m allowing you near her,” Luke warns, voice menacing.
I turn my head toward him, placing both hands on his chest. “Please. Give me a minute. I only have a few things to say to him, but they need to be said. Will you allow me just that?”
Luke grinds his teeth and blows air out from his nostrils. It’s clear he doesn’t like this.
“Victoria—”
“Please, Luke.” I cut him off, done asking for permission.
This is my life, and if Luke wants any part of it, he’ll understand that this is important to me.
He groans. “Fine. But you don’t leave my sight. Do you understand?”
I nod.
“Something doesn’t feel right, Victoria.”
“He’s angry. Either he knows I know his secrets, or he’s furious because he just caught me in your arms.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of. What is he capable of if he knows his secret’s out?”
I smirk. “I can take him. Trust me.”
He groans. “Make it fast.”
I head toward Zeke at the end of the alley, and the closer I get, the more uncomfortable I grow. Something is off with Zeke. His stance, the way his hands are pushed into the pockets of his jeans—all of his mannerisms are off. Maybe Luke is right. He might be unhinged and dangerous.
“Tori,” he sneers. “I see you’ve been sneaking around with Satan. Now you’re his whore too?”
I jerk back. His voice. His words. Nothing is right about him.
I turn toward Luke, ready to call for help, but it never happens. Before I’m able to say a word or Lucifer is able to react to my distress, I’m scooped up into Zeke’s arms and everything goes black.
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Do not be afraid; our fate cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.”
DANTE ALIGHIERI, INFERNO
WITHOUT YOU
