Kristie Cook - Genesis

“What have you done?” he asked again, this time his voice filled with awe and wonder rather than surprised anger.

She opened her eyes and smiled. “You wanted a mate like you. You don’t need her. You have me and we can have more children together.”

“You drank the last of the potion?”

“We can make more. We can build your army, Jordan. Together.”

He looked into those beautiful dark eyes and ran his hand through the silky raven hair he missed so much. He didn’t think the potion would have worked on her. Eris herself had said Daemoni blood probably wouldn’t take it. Not with the other creatures’ bloods mixed in it. But here she was, having gone through the same changes as Cassandra, but without that vile goodness surrounding her. He grinned back at her and excitement flooded his veins. Eris was even better than Cassandra. Victory was finally his!

But when he pulled his hand out of her locks, clumps of hair clung to his fingers. He stared at it with surprise and then flicked it off. He looked back at her face and bluish-black marks encircled her eyes and then they began sinking downward. Her luscious lips looked as though they were sliding right off her face. The skin around one sunken eye pulled down. She lifted a skinny, bony hand to rub it and peeled the skin right off, exposing soft, black tissue underneath. Her expression tried to twist in anger, but it only made her face worse.

“No,” she screeched. “This cannot be happening!”

She flicked her hand to deliver a spell, but it only resulted in skin flying off her fingers, exposing the bones. Jordan jumped up and her head slammed against the ground. The rest of her hair fell out and her nose crumbled into powder.

“Why?” she shrieked with an inhuman voice, her lips and cheeks peeling away so he could see her tongue moving between her teeth. “Why does she get it all when it was I who sacrificed everything for you?” Her eyeballs rotated in their sockets to look at Jordan. “I’ll give you what she never will, Jordan. And then you’ll know who truly loved you.”

Her mouth moved with unintelligible words that sounded to him like a curse. But he would never know who or what she cursed, because Eris was no more. Everything soft about her shriveled like a dried up plum and then disappeared, leaving only a skull and bones. And then those disintegrated into nothingness. Not even dust remained.

Jordan stared at the spot, his heart pounding and his hands shaking at his side. He drew in a deep breath, but it didn’t help. He retched all over the white peplos—all that remained of the woman he’d called his wife, the mother of his son. The only woman who’d stayed by his side all these years, helping him achieve his destiny. The woman who’d thought of him and his needs and wants to the very end. And now she was gone. The freedom he expected to feel when he finally rid himself of Eris didn’t come. Only the astonishing feeling of profound emptiness.

Cassandra no longer felt Jordan’s presence. She stared at her hands with wonder. What gifts have the Angels given me?

Andronika’s whimper caught her attention and she spun around. Her daughter was still on all fours after falling from the witch’s hold, staring up at the new threat in front of her. Niko stood tensed for a fight, but his eyes were focused on Andronika and they glowed a bright red. Cassandra’s knees weakened to see her husband standing there after mourning for him so long, looking even more striking than she remembered him, but her heart contracted at the frightening look on his face and the feel of his bloodlust surging through his veins.

“I need it,” Niko’s voice hissed in Cassandra’s mind, making her jump. “I’m already weak from the sun. I need blood.”

Did she really just hear his thoughts or did her own mind create the illusion?

“F-f-father?” Andronika asked, her voice small and frightened. “Wh-what happened to you?”

“I need it,” his voice came again, rough, like a growl. Then it changed, more like the voice she remembered, as he internally fought himself. He shook his head, denying his need. “But not her. Not my daughter.”

“No, Niko,” Cassandra said. “Not your daughter.”

He turned his red-eyed glare on her now. His internal fight played out on his face, his eyes flickering with mixed emotions of love, pain and desire. Desire for her blood.

“Not you either. I love you.”

Again, she didn’t know if she actually heard him—she’d already heard so many other voices in her head—or if she thought what she wanted to hear, what she wanted him to say aloud. She had to take the chance he’d really thought those three words, though, because he needed love to overcome what had been done to him. If he still felt love, she could help him, just as Father had explained.

“I love you, too,” she said and his eyes widened with surprise, acknowledging that she had indeed heard his thoughts. “I can help you, if you want me to. You don’t have to be like them. We can even be together again.”

He shook his head and his face twisted. “I can’t, my love. Look at me. I’m a monster.”

She held her hands out to him. “You don’t have to be. Let me help you, Niko. Let me show you the way.”

She took a step toward him and he didn’t disappear or run away or lash out at her. So she took another step and another, until she came within arm’s reach. She took his hands into hers, internally cringing at the cold and evil lurking just beneath the surface but externally showing him only love and kindness. Somehow, she knew what to do.

“Andronika, go back to the cave,” she said without breaking eye contact with Niko.

“What’s wrong with him? Is he ill?”

“Yes, but nothing you can help with. I just need you to go. Now.”

Andronika snapped her head at her, not used to her mother’s sharp commands. Her mouth fell open.

“What happened to you?” her daughter demanded. “You look … different.”

Cassandra had no idea what Andronika meant and she didn’t have time to find out. Niko was her first priority. She couldn’t stand the thought of losing him again, especially to such evil.

“We’ll talk later, but you need to go.”

A low growl rumbled in Niko’s throat as a part of him tried to fight Cassandra’s touch and the other part fought back the desire to hurt them. She wasn’t sure if what she was about to try would work, despite what Father had told her. She didn’t want Andronika around in case it didn’t.

“But—”

“Go, Andronika!”

Their daughter hesitated only another moment and then sprang to her feet and ran for their shelter. As soon as she was out of sight, Cassandra refocused all her efforts on Niko. She gathered all the goodness within her and pushed it down her arms, through her hands and into him. He screamed as if in pain and tried to jerk free from her grasp, but she wouldn’t let go. She just kept pushing the strange energy she’d felt in her body ever since re-entering the physical realm. The power of a good heart and a loving soul, intensified by the Angels. One of the gifts they’d given her. She knew this instinctively.

Niko finally stopped screaming but his body convulsed, causing their arms to whip painfully. Cassandra yanked him closer, wrapped her arms tightly around him to control the seizure and continued pushing the good force into him. Eventually, the convulsions weakened into shudders and then he collapsed against her. She lowered his unconscious body to the ground and sat cross-legged with his head in her lap and one of her hands held firmly against his chest, over his heart, still sharing her power with him. She prayed for him and herself.

“You’re doing perfectly,” Father whispered in her mind. “We’re winning.”