Cadegan hesitated at the portal as the others went through. Styxx stayed behind with him and Josette.
On the other side, Thorn turned to face them. His expression seemed sincere enough. But Cadegan wasn’t accustomed to trusting him.
Not for anything.
“I am here for you, little brother.”
That only made Cadegan more apprehensive. Thorn killed or banished creatures like him. He didn’t suffer them to live among the world of man, and he damn sure didn’t help them to reach it.
Unsure, Cadegan met Josette’s dark gaze, and tightened his grip on her delicate hand.
“I trust him, Cade. He won’t betray you. And if he does, I promise to serve up a part of his anatomy that he’ll definitely miss.”
He smiled at that.
“I am here for you, Cade. Always.”
Those words touched a part of him he’d never met before and they choked him. In that moment, he craved her with a madness that made the demon inside him tremble in fear. Cupping her cheek, he kissed her and wished they were alone so that he could ease the other ache inside him that begged for her touch.
With a breath for courage and her hand in his, he stepped through and waited for the wall to slam shut in his face. For him to walk into a solid wall that kept him where he belonged.
In hell.
But it didn’t.
Holding his breath, he stepped through, into a horrifically bright room. Unused to actual daylight, he flinched and held his hand up to shield his squinting eyes. Even so, he reveled in the pain of it.
Sunlight. Real and true. He could even feel the warmth of it on his skin.
Amazed, he held his hand out and let the rays dance over his flesh.
“Dang it, Karma! Close your curtains. Fast!”
A woman who looked similar to Josette ran to obey.
Jo bit her lip as she watched the awe and marvel play across Cadegan’s handsome face. He was like an infant discovering his feet for the first time.
And he looked so out of place here with his black monk’s robe and chain mail and spurs.
Karma raked a sneer over him, but he didn’t pay a bit of attention to her. Not while unbelievable joy spread across his face, as he turned a small circle and glanced around the brightly painted room and decorated bookshelves.
He met Jo’s gaze. “Where am I?”
“Karma’s house.”
Cadegan digested that news slowly as he continued to look about. Scowling, he paused and cocked his head at the sight of a familiar stranger. In the far corner was a man who appeared identical to Styxx, except his hair was black and his eyes a swirling silver, instead of Styxx’s deep blue.
“Severe Asshole Brother issues,” Styxx repeated in Cadegan’s ear. His voice was filled with humor as he cracked a wide grin. “Every time you think you have it bad, just remember, you don’t see Thorn’s face every single time you stumble in front of a mirror.”
Cadegan snorted at something that wasn’t really funny. “I concede this issue to you, me lord. By far, yours is the greatest indignity.”
He clapped Cadegan on the shoulder. “If only you knew, my brother. If only you knew.” Rubbing his arm affectionately, Styxx went to his brother’s side. For all of Styxx’s protestations, he and Acheron seemed to get along well.
In fact, Acheron embraced him. “Glad you’re back. I was starting to worry.”
Patting him on the shoulder, Styxx indicated them with his chin. “Acheron, I present to you, Cadegan.”
Acheron inclined his head respectfully. “Welcome back, my lord.”
He seemed sincere and decent enough. But Cadegan was suspicious of the demon blood he sensed inside Acheron. Blood Styxx didn’t share.
What was he? Why would one twin be demonic while the other wasn’t?
“We have clothes for you,” Acheron said graciously. “Whenever you’re ready, Styxx or I can show you to your new home.”
Cadegan arched a brow. “My new home?”
“In a realm called Katateros.”
His stomach wrenched as his anger grew. So he wasn’t free after all. He’d only gone from one prison to the next. That was what he got for trusting them. He should have known better. “Then I’m not to stay in this realm?”
The men stepped back in trepidation.
Jo placed her arm on his and calmed him as she saw the demon rising to the forefront. She placed her hand on his face and forced him to meet her loving gaze.
His eyes went from yellow back to blue as quickly as they’d switched before. “Shh, Cade. That’s not what they meant. You’ll have the freedom to come and go as you wish. And I’ll be with you the whole time. If that’s what you want.”
“You will?”
She nodded. “I will be with you so long as you want me. Just promise that if you want to get rid of me, you’ll tell me and not cut my head off or something equally mean.”
“I would never do such, lass.” He pressed his cheek to hers before he stepped back to eye Thorn. But at least this time, he remained fully human.
Jo wrinkled her nose playfully at him as he held her hand. “Your eyes are like an old-fashioned mood ring. The moment you get angry, bang … the demon rears its ugly head and stares at me. Kind of scary.”
“I would never cause you harm, Josette.”
“You mean you hope you’d never harm her.”
They all turned to Thorn, who’d spoken. Unrepentant, he explained his point. “The demon in our blood isn’t always under our control. For that reason, Jo, you need to learn when to run from it. Lest you be harmed, and he be devastated by his own inability to control himself.”
“Really?” she asked, suddenly apprehensive of Cadegan.
Acheron nodded. “I almost killed my wife once in the throes of it. And I’d sooner cut out my own heart than make my Tory frown.”
Cadegan hesitated at those words. Since he was so seldom around others, and never someone he loved, he hadn’t even considered that. “Is this true?” he asked Thorn.
“Sadly, yes, brother. But you know that. It’s what led me to banish you. You unleashed the demon within and killed without reason.”
Aye, he had. But, unlike Josette, they had meant nothing to him. Suddenly, fear rose up inside him. He tightened his grip on her hand. “Then I should be apart from you.”
“Not on your life, bucko. Call me Velcro. You go, I go. I promised you that and I never break my word, either.” Her eyes darkened as she passed a knowing smile to Styxx. “Would you mind showing us to our new home now? I should like to introduce Cadegan to my three children.”
He choked and coughed at that. Was she serious? “Pardon, lass?”
Jo blinked innocently as she heard the panic in his voice. “Didn’t you know, sweetie? You’re a father.”
The expression on his face was priceless.
“Only you could make stark cold terror look sexy, Cade.” She kissed his cheek. “Relax, sweetie. It’s just my three dogs. You’ll love them.”
Finally relaxing, he shook his head at her.
Laughing, Styxx returned to their sides. “If you’re ready?”
Cadegan nodded.
One second they were at Karma’s with all the group that had rescued Cadegan. The next, they were gone.
Max clapped his hand over Illarion’s back. “You ready to leave?”
Illarion nodded, even though he wasn’t sure if that was the truth. In all honesty, he didn’t feel like he belonged here any more than Cadegan did.
And unlike Cade, he didn’t have the love of his life to help him adjust. Strange how as bad as it’d all seemed at the time, in retrospect, being damned to the Shadow Tor hadn’t been that awful.
At least Edilyn had been with him.
Now …
He felt adrift and without purpose.
While he still had the Halter and the Spartoi, they were meaningless to him. So he allowed Max to take him to his home in Sanctuary.
A huge loft apartment that was modified to accommodate a dragon’s weight.
Max kept looking at him with a state of utter disbelief. “I just can’t believe you’re here and alive.”
Neither could he, honestly.
Aimless, he wandered around Max’s apartment that held some of his sacred items Max had guarded over the centuries. Why do we do this again, brother?
Max frowned at him. “What do you mean?”
He met Max’s gaze that was so different from his. Not the human forms that were forced on us. The original curse placed on our mother by Azura that damned the lilitu to only birth dragon children … monsters to be solitary. To live immortal lives of isolation and misery. Is it any wonder why the Daimons eat human souls to elongate their lives? I actually understand their motivation. It’s not fair that we be cursed by the gods for actions none of us took.
Max had that look on his face that he’d always gotten, whether dragon or human, that said he never bothered with such philosophy.
Curse of his Arel father.
Duty. Honor. Protect.
Illarion’s curse was more—kill. Maim. Screw them all.
It was a wonder they ever got along or saw eye to eye on any matter.
Never mind. I’m just tired.
“Then rest. I have to work in the bar next door. If you need anything, just call.”
Illarion nodded. Shifting into his dragon form, he lumbered to the straw to lie down.
But as he did so, his past played through his mind. The horrors of those who’d mocked. Those who’d tortured and tormented him.
And his soul screamed out for the only balm it’d ever known.
A single crystalline tear fled down his cheek with the knowledge that for him there would never be anything more than duty. Nothing more than misery.
Nothing more than mere existence.
Forevermore.
And while he’d once been content with that, Edilyn had taught him to want more. To need more. Now he hated and resented his birthright with every shitty breath he drew.