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“Dammit, Siren. You’renotbroken.”
“Yes, I am! Only it was a benefit to you. Of course you were fine with it.”
“Siren—”
“If I weren’t infertile, would you have risked it?”
A muscle feathered along his jaw. “No.”
I nodded. “Right. And now that you’ve had me, what’s the verdict? Was I worth it? Would you fight for me? Risk your halo and freedom?”
“I can’t,” he said, his shoulders slumping.
“I think the word you’re looking for iswon’t,” I said bitterly. I wouldn’t ask him to take the risk for me, but a very large part of me had hoped he’d say I was worth it. Sierra had been worth it to Nate, and I wondered if that was why they’d been allowed their happy ending. Because their love had been so strong—strong enough to defy ancient laws.
Sam’s expression hardened, his eyes colder than chips of ice. “Do you even know what you’re asking of me?” he asked in a low, deadly voice. “Asura is a Fallen. She’s what happens when an angel loses their halo.That’swhat you’re asking if I’d become.”
Horror swept through me. I didn’t want that for him. Not at all. “Sam, I didn’t mean—”
“I’m done. Have a nice life, Piper.” He turned away from me and stalked to his car without looking back.
I watched him go, using every ounce of my willpower to keep from collapsing into a heap of pain and tears on the stone patio. Sam wasn’t ever going to change, and I was the idiot who’d given him my heart. As if there was ever a chance that he wouldn’t break it into smithereens.
I’m not sure how long I stood there before I felt arms pulling me into a solid chest.
“I’m sorry,” Nacio murmured into my hair. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s over.” I sobbed into my brother’s chest, the dam breaking inside me and letting all the feelings spill over—the hurt, the loss, and the fear.
Twenty-Seven
Samuel
My fist slammedinto the brick wall in the back alley behind Youngblood. The same damn wall Asura had stood against nine days ago. You’d think eventually I’d get used to my mother ruining things in my life. I should have known the second I saw her here that everything was going to shit. And in typical mother dearest’s fashion, she’d caused her trouble and then disappeared.
I’d massacred the demons we’d been monitoring. If they were following Asura, they were fair game. Micah would probably ground me for a decade if he found out, but it had made me feel a tiny bit better.
Taking the demon who’d hurt Siren back to the cells on the thirteenth floor above Youngblood and killing him slowly over days would have made me feel better, but the fucker got in the way of a kill strike meant for another demon.
I was out of ideas. There were no more demons to kill, and I didn’t know the first thing about Asura’s life on Earth. I’d spent the past few decades believing she was dead.
And now Siren was back in Boston. I wanted to be pissed at her for putting herself in danger, but that was who she was. Her soul was so bright and beautiful because of the way she cared and loved selflessly. She drove me crazy, but I sort of loved her for it.
Fuck. I loved Siren. A part of me had known that for the past eight years, but I’d been carefully avoiding ever thinking theLword. Love was a weakness I never wanted. It was why I’d run from Boston in the first place.
“You look like you’re having a bad day.” The mild tone made my blood boil. Nine days of looking for the bitch, and she shows up in the moment I really don’t want to deal with her.
“Really?” I snarled. “You figure that one out all by yourself?”
“Samuel.” She sighed.
“I thought I told you to get out of my city.”
“I will. But first I want you to hear me out.” She brushed her hands down her thighs. She was wearing white pants again today.
“I’m not interested in anything you have to say.”
“Even if it has to do with that pretty little girl I saw you with last week?”
