The Oath (13 page)

“A piece of a puzzle?” I asked, confused.

“Part of a circle of power,” he explained. “You’ve already met one person, Cassie Jayne Bishop, but I don’t know what part she plays in it. Fate is beginning to pull you all together, and you have to work together to figure it out, or all Hell on Earth will break loose.”

I closed my eyes and fell back on the rug. Why did he have to dump this on me? I didn’t want to fight Fallen Angels for the sake of mankind.

“So you see, Rose, if you choose the wrong path, your soul will darken, blacken. It won’t be able to stand with the circle, and the circle will fail because of it. Can you do that? Can you unleash something on every man, woman, and child that will cause untold harm and terror? Can you give up your revenge to save everyone else? You couldn’t save your sister, Rose, but you have the chance to save everyone she loved. Can you do that for her?”

“
Shut up
!” I screamed, sitting up, an intense and surprising fury sweeping through me. “Don’t you dare presume to tell me everyone else is more important than my sister! They killed her, Xavier! You want me to let them get away with that? How can you ask that of me? She’s my sister!”

Tears welled up, and I brushed them away angrily. Jenny was just as important as all those poor men, women, and children. She deserved justice just as much as they did.

“Rose…”

“No!” I yelled. “Just take me home, Xavier.”

He sighed and stood up. Instead of going for the door, he went into the kitchen. “I’ll make us something to eat, and then we can talk some more.”

“I want to go home!”

“No.” He turned his back on me and started to pull things out of the fridge.

I fell back on the rug. I was stuck here until he decided we could go home.

Freaking Gargoyles.

Chapter Sixteen

~ Truths ~

Xavier made us ham and cheese hoagies. Once I had food in my empty stomach, I calmed down a bit, but not much. I still didn’t think it was fair of him to ask me to throw my sister’s death to the side and ignore what happened to her. I could also see his side now that I wasn’t blinded by anger. In his eyes, he was trying to save everyone. There were still questions that needed to be answered too, like how I was supposed to set his people free. No clue on that one.

“Feeling better?” he asked when I shoved my plate away.

“I will once you take me home.”

He rolled his eyes, which only served to piss me off again. “I used to think your temper tantrums were cute.” Before I could say anything, he put a finger over my lips. “No yelling. We still have stuff to talk about.”

He took our plates to the sink and then came back over to sit beside me. “Knowing you like I do, I’m sure you’re full of questions.”

“Tell me about Gargoyles,” I said, trying not to let my anger go because he was smiling crookedly at me.

“My people have existed since before the Earth was born. We lived in a different plane of existence parallel to this one. It was called Argoylia. We named ourselves Gargoyles after our home. Before, we had no names, we just existed. It wasn’t until we began to messenger back and forth between planes that we even needed names. Our outer skin allowed us to travel between worlds.”

“Wait, what do you mean?” I interrupted him. “How did that let you travel?”

“In order to breathe in some worlds, a person’s genetic makeup had to be of that world. Some places had toxic gases, some had no air at all. Because we can turn ourselves into stone, that didn’t bother us. We don’t need to breathe in that state, and stone is immune to toxic gas.”

“But wouldn’t that be hard to do?” I asked. “I mean, if you’re stone, then doesn’t that make it difficult to hold things, to talk even? Stones seem…well, they’re hard and immobile.”

“Don’t freak out again,” he warned and showed me his hand. It started to change. At first it elongated and then it got bigger, like he was morphing into the Hulk or something, but instead of turning green, it turned a dark gray color, closer to black. “Touch it,” he urged.

I took a deep breath. This so wasn’t on my bucket list. My fingers grazed the top of his hand, and I gasped. It didn’t feel like stone. Well, it did, but it was softer, almost leathery. I looked up and Xavier had his eyes closed. I couldn’t tell what he was feeling, though. His face was still pretty closed off. I’d hurt his feelings earlier, and I didn’t think he’d recovered from that yet. He was being cautious.

“It’s so soft,” I whispered, taking his hand in both of mine. “I thought it would feel more like real stone.”

“We can harden it if we want,” he explained, a soft sound vibrating through him. It sounded almost like a cat purring. “When you see us on top of churches or other buildings, we’ve hardened our skin and gone into hibernation. Some of my people have been in that state of sleep for over a thousand years.”

“How old are you?” I asked. Did I really want that answer, though?

“I was born after the Great War in Heaven,” he said, eyeing me warily.

“So you’re like thousands of years old?” I gulped. I sort of expected that, but hearing it was harder than I thought it would be.

He nodded. “I’ve hibernated most of my time here, though, so I’m not as old as you’d think, but I’ve seen a lot on this plane.”

“You came here from your home?” I asked.

“No,” he said. “I was born a slave here on your Earth.”

“How did you all become slaves?” Being a slave was wrong, no matter who or what you were.

“It was during the Great War. Loliam, the oldest of all of us, was captured and collared. Once he was tethered to the Angels, we all were. We’re connected, and when he lost his ability to go home, none of us could either.”

“Like the Borg from Star Trek?” I blurted out and then slapped a hand over my mouth. I’m a closet Treky. No need for Xavier to know that, though. Most people who knew thought I was weird.

Xavier only smiled. “A little like the Borg, I guess. We don’t hear each other like they do. We aren’t one mind, but metaphysically, if you destroy our main link, you cripple us all.”

“And Loliam was your…main link?”

“Yes, he was our Elder, the fabric of what held us together. We don’t know where he is, but it is said among my people that the moment the collar went on him, we all fell from the skies and cried out at the pain that lashed through us. Until he can be found and freed, then we remain slaves, bidden to do as our masters tell us.”

“And you think I can somehow free you all?” I asked. Lara Croft, Tomb Raider, I was not. Sure, I loved those movies, but I kept myself firmly planted on the ground, not running here and there from one dangerous adventure to another looking for relics.

“The circle that you will be a part of will free us. I don’t know how, our Seers can’t give us any more details.” He sighed. “I’ve spoken with them myself, and I believe they know, but refuse to say anything for fear of inadvertently changing the outcome. Will it be you specifically? I honestly don’t know, but without you in that circle, we’ll never be free. That much I
do
know.”

A headache started behind my eyes. He was dumping all this responsibility not only for freeing his people in my lap, but also for all of humanity. Not something I wanted to deal with.

“I know this is hard for you, Rose,” he said softly. “You’re torn. You want justice for your sister, but you want to do the right thing for everyone else too.”

“Why do you call me Rose?” I asked to get him to shut up. If he kept on like that, I might actually change my mind, and I wasn’t ready to do that yet.

“It suits you,” he said simply. “You remember when I said you had thorns, but were as beautiful as a rose?”

I nodded. It had been the most beautiful thing anyone ever said to me.

“It’s true,” he said, smiling. “You remind me of a lone rose in winter struggling to survive the cold. This beautiful, rich color taunting the snow-covered ground. You’re just as stubborn and willful as the winter rose, and
that
is why I call you Rose.”

His fingers grazed my cheek, and I gasped at the electricity that shot through me. “Do you flirt with all your charges?” I asked, my voice shaky.

“What do you think?” he asked and scooted closer.

“I think you’re good at getting what you want, and if seducing a girl gets you that, then you’ll do it,” I told him, my voice a little steadier. That was my biggest fear, that he was using seduction to get what he wanted. It might work, too, if he kept this up.

“I’m not Sebastian Caine,” he said, his eyes darkening. “I don’t treat people like playthings that I can toss aside when I get done with them.”

That came out left field, what in the world? My eyes widened slightly. O…M…G! He was jealous!

“And for the record,
Melinda
, I don’t go around sleeping with my charges to get them to do what I want them to,” he huffed and stood up.

“Sebastian isn’t as bad as you think he is,” I told him, standing myself.

“Really?” he asked, the sarcasm dripping from every syllable. “You’ve gotten so up close and personal with him already? You know for a fact he’s not a leech who snuffs out girls’ hearts without a backward glance?”

“He loved Jenny,” I said, my own anger back.

“You’re sure about that?” He laughed. “Just because he fed you a line of bull, you’re buying into that? How do you know he doesn’t already know who you are? You’re her sister. She had pictures of you.”

“She had pictures of my Goth look, not this Stepford version of myself,” I said.
Did
Sebastian know who I was? Could he have figured it out and was now playing me? I hated that Xavier made me doubt my judgment, but dammit, he could be right. The Sebastian I knew was night and day from the one Jenny described in the latter half of her diary. Did Xavier know something I didn’t? Dammit.

Xavier sighed. “Rose, I know you want to believe the best of him because you like him as a person and could see yourself being friends with him, but don’t forget who he is. Don’t be blindsided by him. That’s all I’m asking. He’ll break you without a second thought.”

“We’re getting off topic,” I sighed. “We were supposed to be talking about this big life altering decision. Tell me more about why it’s important these bad Angels be stopped. Do they plan on starting another war on Heaven or something?” Best to get off the topic of Sebastian before one or both of us said things we would regret.

“No, although the Heavenly Host might disagree with me I personally think they could care less about Heaven. It’s more about them getting revenge on the ones who caused the fight to begin with.”

I frowned at him, then my mouth dropped open. “Ohhh…you mean humanity?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. They want to destroy the things that usurped their treasured spot. Humanity became their devil as Lucifer became yours.”

“Witches don’t really buy into all that,” I told him. “I mean, we know the gods are there and all. Some of us even call upon them to strengthen our magic, but I never have. I don’t…”

“It doesn’t matter if you believe or not, Rose. God believes in you. Your mother had a deep and abiding faith in her religion, and she had you baptized. Your life was given over in God’s keeping, and He takes that very seriously.”

“I never said I didn’t believe,” I grouched, “only that I didn’t worship any god or goddess.”

“Still doesn’t matter,” Xavier said. “It is what it is, and you’re going to have to deal with it. Now, these trapped Angels are what we need to focus on. When they get out, they’re going to be pissed.”

“Wait,” I interrupted. “Aren’t we supposed to stop them from getting out?”

“No.” Xavier shook his head. “I wish it were that easy, Rose. Remember I told you there were events you couldn’t control? Couldn’t stop? That’s one of them. They’re going to get out, and when they do, it’s going to cause a lot of damage. What the circle is supposed to stop is one particular Angel. He’s going to get out, and when he does, he’s going to come straight for the people who can stop him from doing whatever the hell he wants.”

“Me.”

“And anyone else in the circle. You have to help Cassie find the others. Left on their own, they’re sitting ducks.”

Well, hell. Why did he have to go and say that? The first pangs of guilt started to creep in. If I ignored this and kept on with my plan to murder the ones responsible for Jenny’s death, I’d be putting innocent people at risk. Selfishness.  I didn’t remember a lot about my mom, but I did remember she taught me not to be selfish. She used to harp on me all the time to share with Jenny. Dad would be disappointed in me too if I gave in to my own selfish desires. What to do?

Damn him. Xavier managed to throw more wrenches into my plans than a monkey gone wild in space trying to catch the floating bananas. I watched as he added more wood to the fire and stoked it into a blazing heat box again. I hadn’t noticed until now how cold it was getting in here. Why didn’t he have central heating? Fires were cozy, but insta-heat was even better.

“Did you bring your gloves?” he asked, standing up.

“Yeah, why?”

He grinned and fetched our coats. “We’re going to build a snowman.”

“Uh, no. I don’t do the cold.”

“Rose, you used to love the snow,” he said patiently. “You’ve just forgotten it since you went to California. By the time we’re done, you are going to remember how much fun winter can be.”

“Is this before or after I freeze to death?” I grouched as I pulled on my coat. I couldn’t believe I was going outside into the cold wet stuff on purpose.

“Don’t be a brat,” he chided and helped me with my gloves. “This is going to be fun. I have a sled we can use too. And I will warn you, I have deadly aim with snowballs.”

“That so?” I scoffed, picking up the challenge in his voice. “I happen to be a Softball All-Star back home. I pitch a mean ball myself.”