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СКАЧАТЬ his concern made sense, and of course, his own selfishness was at its core. “That would make the spearhead-wielding demon top dog over you, wouldn’t it?”

      He shrugged, but there was nothing casual in his gaze. “I’m not the only demon who doesn’t want a king. We had one once, and it did not suit. We might have minor power struggles, but no demon since Lucifer has ever had the chance to rule all of us. This would change that.”

      I couldn’t care less if Demetrius chafed at the thought of being ruled. In fact, his misery would make my day, if it didn’t come at such a high cost. I couldn’t stand the thought of the demon realms reopening, and the demon staring at me knew it.

      “So you want me to find the spearhead to stop another demon from finding and using it.”

      “Yes,” he said, a nasty gleam appearing in his eyes. “And do try to wield it if you do. Having you implode from its power while simultaneously saving me from being under a king’s rule would be—what does your race call it?—a win-win.”

      I almost flipped him off, but I stopped myself because I didn’t want to flash my non-tattooed right hand at him. “Yeah, well, I’m not going to do that,” I said shortly.

      He cocked his head. “Which, go after the spearhead, or attempt to wield it?”

      I glared at him. “Guess.”

      He shrugged. “Could be either after your soul-tying to Adrian.” At my confused look, he said in an almost kindly tone, “You do realize that’s the reason for your newfound apathy toward the humans trapped in my realms, don’t you? Otherwise, you would have never abandoned those mortal meat bags to certain death just to ensure your own happiness.”

      “I didn’t abandon them. I couldn’t have saved them, anyway!” I snapped, fighting a wave of familiar guilt.

      “Oh, you are correct,” Demetrius said, coming forward until another inch would have caused him to breach the mirror. “You never stood a chance because you are weak, Davidian, and this only proves it. When you and my son wrapped your souls around the deepest parts of each other in that tethering ritual, his didn’t come away lighter, but yours came away darker, and that darkness only continues to grow.”

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

      I STARED AT HIM, my mouth opening and closing because I couldn’t think up a strong enough denial. That couldn’t be! If it were true, then I wouldn’t have decided to look for the spearhead after the soul-tying ceremony! But I had, so tethering my soul to Adrian’s couldn’t have had this kind of drastic, “darkening” effect on me.

      “You’re wrong,” I said in a furious whisper. “For starters, I am not going dark side, and more importantly, Adrian might have half your blood and all of Judas’s remaining legacy, but he is nothing like either of you.”

      Demetrius’s laugh sounded like a low roll of thunder. “The fact that you have no idea who Adrian is and what he is capable of only proves me correct. And you might not yet manifest the full effects of having your soul tainted with the essence of both demons and Judians, but give it more time, and you will.”

      Was he implying that it was like an incubating virus? That was ridiculous! Yes, I hadn’t been thrilled about going after the spearhead even after I’d decided to do it, but hey, I hadn’t wanted to hunt down the slingshot and the staff at first, either.

      Still...I hadn’t given up while searching for either of those, and doing so had been just as dangerous to me and Adrian as looking for the spearhead. Yet I had given up on that. I was also catching myself lying for no reason, and several weeks ago, I’d let that poor girl get shot before I finally helped her.

      Could Demetrius be right? Could tying myself to Adrian’s admittedly darker soul have, well, tainted something in me?

      Adrian had worried himself about that happening, saying he never would have done it if he’d known that he was half-demon at the time. Doing so had also cost me access to the light realms that were the beautiful, sunny counterparts to demon realms. What if—partially—Demetrius was right? What if... What if I was kinda evil now?

      The thought was too upsetting to ponder more in front of Demetrius, so I moved on. “You said Adrian’s life depended on me hearing you out,” I said, abruptly changing the subject. “So far, I haven’t heard how yet.”

      “Demons are naturally rebellious,” Demetrius said with a quick, feral smile. “And Judians betray. That’s why Adrian joining the Archons against us wasn’t a complete surprise. I’d expected him to do something terrible and backstabbing eventually.” He sighed. “I didn’t expect it to last this long. I was convinced he’d quickly grow bored with the endless rules and restrictions ‘good’ people are expected to keep.”

      “Get to the point,” I said through gritted teeth.

      He stared at me without blinking. “Adrian is my son, so I love him despite his murderous, extended treachery and rebellion. Oh, I’ll torture him for it—what self-respecting father wouldn’t?—but I won’t kill him, and that makes me in the extreme minority among my kind.”

      I closed my eyes. “And if another demon is crowned king by controlling access to all the demon realms through the spearhead, he’ll likely rally demons to kill Adrian, both for his fighting against your people and for his refusal to fulfill his destiny by betraying me to my death.”

      “Not entirely stupid, are you?” Demetrius said mockingly.

      I did flip him off then, left-handed. He returned the gesture, with an added throat-slitting mime from the remains of his shadows that was a lot more ominous. I’d seen him cut someone’s throat for real with one of those dark, lethal wisps, and it was nothing I wanted to experience for myself.

      “But the spearhead’s been lost for two thousand years,” I said, trying to find a silver lining in the choking darkness Demetrius had described. “Who’s to say it won’t be lost for another two thousand?”

      Demetrius’s snort was scathing. “Hasn’t anyone told you about the countdown?”

      Countdown? “What countdown?”

      He chuckled, low and contemptuous. “You don’t know? Well, Davidian, then I’ll give you the respect that my son and that Archon obviously felt you weren’t deserving of. As soon as you wielded David’s sling, the prophesied countdown began. Do you want to know what it is?”

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