Shadowfever
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Rain pattered against the window while I dithered. Dublin was once again gray.
I pulled on a pair of gray capri sweats with JUICY stamped across my ass, a zip-up sweatshirt, and flip-flops. If Barrons still wasnt around, I would start cleaning up downstairs a little.
After all, Id done what hed asked.
My parents were free, I was alive, Darroc was dead, and I had the stones tucked securely away in the heavily runed bedroom of a penthouse.
According to my understanding of the law, that made it my bookstore now.
That meant it was also my Lamborghini. My Viper, too.
It wasnt my fucking idea, either, I heard Barrons growl as I descended the rear stairs.
The door to his study was open a few inches, and I could hear him moving around in there, picking things up and putting them back down.
I stopped on the last step and smiled, reveling in the simple pleasure of hearing his voice again. Until hed been gone, I hadnt understood how empty the world was without him.
My smile faded. I shifted from foot to foot on the stairs.
My mood might be sunshine glinting off water, but there was a dark undertow beneath the placid surface.
Id gone further off the deep end than I liked to think about, with the whole decimate-the-universe kick Id been on. Id been one hundred percent committed to wresting whatever dark knowledge Id needed from the Book, no matter the cost to myself or anyone else. Id been willing to do anything it could teach me in order to replace this world with a new one. All because Id believed Jericho Barrons was dead.
I hadnt even had a concrete plan, except to get the Book and wing it, believing I could master whatever spells of making and unmaking it had to offer. Looking back on my behavior, I was stymied by it. Rabid ambition, insane focus.
Alinas death hadnt done that to me.
I pushed my hands into my hair and tugged as if the gentle pain might clarify my thoughts. Shed light on my recent temporary insanity.
It must have been the betrayal aspect of it all that had made me so crazy. If only it hadnt been me whod stabbed him, I never would have cracked like I had. Sure, my grief at losing Barrons had been intense, but it was the guilt that had crushed me. Id turned on my protector, and my protector had turned out to be Barrons.
Shame, not grief, had fueled my need for revenge. That was it. Guilt had turned me into a woman obsessed, willing to consider erasing one world to create a new one. If Id been the one whod stabbed Alina, if Id participated in killing her, I would have felt exactly the same way and considered doing the same thing. It wouldnt have even been love motivating me as much as a desperate need to erase my own complicity.
Now that grief wasnt a fist around my heart, I knew I would never have gone through with it.
Re-create the world just for Jericho Barrons?The thought was ridiculous.
Id lost Alina and hadnt turned into a world-destroying banshee, and Id loved her all my life.
Id known Barrons only a few months. If I was going to re-create the world for anyone, it would have been my sister.
Okay, that was resolved. I hadnt betrayed Alina by not going all Mad Max over her.
So why did I still feel something dark, twisting and turning inside me, trying to get to the surface? What was eating at me?
Bloody hell, Ryodan, weve been over this a thousand times! Barrons exploded. The whole bloody way back we talked about it. We had a plan, you deviated. You were supposed to get her to safety. She was never supposed to know it was me. Its your fault she knows we cant die.
I froze. Ryodan was alive, too? I watched him get ripped to shreds and be flung down a hundred-foot ravine. I frowned. Hed said cant die. What did that mean? As in never? No matter what?
He was quiet for a moment and I realized he was on the phone.
You knew Id fight. You knew Id win. I always win. Thats why you were supposed to separate us and shoot me, so she wouldnt know I was dead. Bring more ammo next time. Try a rocket launcher. Think maybe you could manage to hit me with that? he said sarcastically.
A rocket launcher? Barrons would survive that?
Youre the one that fucked up. She watched us die.
Indeed, I did. So why werent they dead? There was another pause. I held my breath, listening.
I dont give a shit what they think. And dont give me this vote crap. Nobody voted. Lor doesnt even know what century it is, and Kasteo hasnt said a word in a thousand years. Youre not killing her and neither are they. If anyone is going to kill her, its me. And thats not happening right now. I need the Book.
I stiffened. Hed said right now, strongly implying that there might be another time it was happening. And the only reason he wasnt killing me was because he needed the Book.
This was the jackass Id been grieving? Whose return Id been celebrating? I didnt ponder the thousand years comment. Id work on that later.
If you think Ive hunted it this long to kill the best chance Ive got, you dont know shit about me.
There it was again, the phrase Fiona had used the night hed stabbed her to shut her up. I was his best chance. At what?
Bring it on. You. Lor. Kasteo, Fade. Whoever wants to get in my way. But if I were you, Id back the fuck off. Dont give me a reason to make you live to regret it. Is that what you want? A pointless, eternal war? You want us at each others throats?
I pulled on a pair of gray capri sweats with JUICY stamped across my ass, a zip-up sweatshirt, and flip-flops. If Barrons still wasnt around, I would start cleaning up downstairs a little.
After all, Id done what hed asked.
My parents were free, I was alive, Darroc was dead, and I had the stones tucked securely away in the heavily runed bedroom of a penthouse.
According to my understanding of the law, that made it my bookstore now.
That meant it was also my Lamborghini. My Viper, too.
It wasnt my fucking idea, either, I heard Barrons growl as I descended the rear stairs.
The door to his study was open a few inches, and I could hear him moving around in there, picking things up and putting them back down.
I stopped on the last step and smiled, reveling in the simple pleasure of hearing his voice again. Until hed been gone, I hadnt understood how empty the world was without him.
My smile faded. I shifted from foot to foot on the stairs.
My mood might be sunshine glinting off water, but there was a dark undertow beneath the placid surface.
Id gone further off the deep end than I liked to think about, with the whole decimate-the-universe kick Id been on. Id been one hundred percent committed to wresting whatever dark knowledge Id needed from the Book, no matter the cost to myself or anyone else. Id been willing to do anything it could teach me in order to replace this world with a new one. All because Id believed Jericho Barrons was dead.
I hadnt even had a concrete plan, except to get the Book and wing it, believing I could master whatever spells of making and unmaking it had to offer. Looking back on my behavior, I was stymied by it. Rabid ambition, insane focus.
Alinas death hadnt done that to me.
I pushed my hands into my hair and tugged as if the gentle pain might clarify my thoughts. Shed light on my recent temporary insanity.
It must have been the betrayal aspect of it all that had made me so crazy. If only it hadnt been me whod stabbed him, I never would have cracked like I had. Sure, my grief at losing Barrons had been intense, but it was the guilt that had crushed me. Id turned on my protector, and my protector had turned out to be Barrons.
Shame, not grief, had fueled my need for revenge. That was it. Guilt had turned me into a woman obsessed, willing to consider erasing one world to create a new one. If Id been the one whod stabbed Alina, if Id participated in killing her, I would have felt exactly the same way and considered doing the same thing. It wouldnt have even been love motivating me as much as a desperate need to erase my own complicity.
Now that grief wasnt a fist around my heart, I knew I would never have gone through with it.
Re-create the world just for Jericho Barrons?The thought was ridiculous.
Id lost Alina and hadnt turned into a world-destroying banshee, and Id loved her all my life.
Id known Barrons only a few months. If I was going to re-create the world for anyone, it would have been my sister.
Okay, that was resolved. I hadnt betrayed Alina by not going all Mad Max over her.
So why did I still feel something dark, twisting and turning inside me, trying to get to the surface? What was eating at me?
Bloody hell, Ryodan, weve been over this a thousand times! Barrons exploded. The whole bloody way back we talked about it. We had a plan, you deviated. You were supposed to get her to safety. She was never supposed to know it was me. Its your fault she knows we cant die.
I froze. Ryodan was alive, too? I watched him get ripped to shreds and be flung down a hundred-foot ravine. I frowned. Hed said cant die. What did that mean? As in never? No matter what?
He was quiet for a moment and I realized he was on the phone.
You knew Id fight. You knew Id win. I always win. Thats why you were supposed to separate us and shoot me, so she wouldnt know I was dead. Bring more ammo next time. Try a rocket launcher. Think maybe you could manage to hit me with that? he said sarcastically.
A rocket launcher? Barrons would survive that?
Youre the one that fucked up. She watched us die.
Indeed, I did. So why werent they dead? There was another pause. I held my breath, listening.
I dont give a shit what they think. And dont give me this vote crap. Nobody voted. Lor doesnt even know what century it is, and Kasteo hasnt said a word in a thousand years. Youre not killing her and neither are they. If anyone is going to kill her, its me. And thats not happening right now. I need the Book.
I stiffened. Hed said right now, strongly implying that there might be another time it was happening. And the only reason he wasnt killing me was because he needed the Book.
This was the jackass Id been grieving? Whose return Id been celebrating? I didnt ponder the thousand years comment. Id work on that later.
If you think Ive hunted it this long to kill the best chance Ive got, you dont know shit about me.
There it was again, the phrase Fiona had used the night hed stabbed her to shut her up. I was his best chance. At what?
Bring it on. You. Lor. Kasteo, Fade. Whoever wants to get in my way. But if I were you, Id back the fuck off. Dont give me a reason to make you live to regret it. Is that what you want? A pointless, eternal war? You want us at each others throats?
