Sherrilyn Kenyon - Invincible

“Move, Gautier, you worthless hobo.” Stone shoved him hard as he passed by.

Nick started after him, only to find Kody in the way. “That’s the kind of reaction that will cause you to fail. It will lead your enemies to your door. Is Stone really worth that?”

No.

Maybe?

“What about my mom?”

“You already know the answer.”

He was her protector, too. Always the man of the house. “If I died—”

“Your father would have another child. That one won’t have your humanity. Your mother is what makes you special, Nick. Adarian’s next woman wouldn’t be her. His child wouldn’t be you. All of us are a culmination of vital parts of our parents and their pasts. A vital part of the circumstances we were raised with. Everything that happens to us, good and bad, leaves a lasting impression in our souls. You take one part of that out, and you can completely rewrite something crucial about us. By and large, we’re not shaped by the big things. It’s the little, day-to-day moments that make us who we are. Who we’re going to be.”

His head was pounding from trying to digest all of this.

“I’m so overwhelmed.”

“Most of us are, Nick. Even though we look calm and peaceful on the outside, most of us are barely hanging on by our fingernails. You know why Bubba watches Oprah every day?”

“He’s insane?”

She shook her head slowly. “It was his wife’s favorite show, and she died while watching it.”

That news floored him every bit as much as the news of who he really was. “Bubba was married?”

“Bubba was a father.”

He gaped. Bubba a dad? How was it possible he didn’t know this? “Did she leave him?”

“Not willingly. She was home sick from work, tending the baby when someone broke into their house and killed them. Bubba came home from work to find them, and he had a nervous breakdown shortly thereafter. He quit his high-tech, high-paying job and opened his store so that he could provide the world with the security and arms they needed to protect what they loved. It’s why he prowls the night, looking for other predators out to take innocent lives. It’s why he can’t sleep and why he seems so obsessed. He is.”

And that explained the free classes he taught at night on how to survive. The self-defense classes where he recruited as many women and kids as he could get. The reason why he kept everyone at a distance at times.

Everything made sense now.

Nick felt sick over what she described. “None of that was a small decision. It all looks pretty major from here.”

“You’re looking at the big picture that’s made up of tiny little dots. Like that painting of a picnic on the beach. From a distance, it looks like a well-defined picture, but up close you can see all the tiny pinpricks that give the bigger illusion. Bubba’s wife decided to leave work early and go straight home and not to the doctor. She decided to pick up their baby from the sitter and to wait to go to the grocery store for supplies. She’d asked Bubba to come home early, too, but he’d decided that he needed to work. Had just one of those tiny variables changed, his entire life would be completely different.”

“Or would it?”

Kody arched a brow.

“If she’d left the baby with its sitter, she’d still be dead. How would that change anything?”

“With an infant to feed, Bubba wouldn’t have dedicated himself to his store. He would have wrapped himself around the child, and that would be the focus of his world.”

“How do you know that?”

“Look in your heart, and you know the answer.”

He did, but he wasn’t ready to accept it yet.

Kody leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Had you not gone to see your mother the night you were shot … had you headed home as you were supposed to after work, you wouldn’t have met Kyrian. Your mother would still be—”

“I get it.” Had he not stood up to Alan, Kyrian wouldn’t have saved his life either. Kyrian would have thrown him in with the rest of the riffraff.

One little decision.

One life-altering event.

“How will we ever know when those important moments come?”

“That’s why you have to learn your powers. You’ve heard the sayings, and they’re absolutely true. Forewarned is forearmed. Knowledge is power. By understanding the nuances of the world around you and how to survive the temptations, you can rule anything. Even yourself.”

“Master of my own destiny.”

“Precisely.”

“Master of your destiny, Mr. Gautier?” Mrs. Richardson mocked as she neared them. “The only thing you’re going to be master of is detention. You’re late. Both of you.” She handed them write-ups. “Now, get to class before Cinderella turns both of those into suspensions.”

Nick let out a frustrated breath. Beautiful.

Kody squeezed his hand. “You’ll be fine, Nick. You have me and Caleb here. We’re not leaving you.”

“You still haven’t told me what you are.”

“I’m your friend. That’s all that matters.”

It’s not the enemy from without who is the most lethal. He didn’t know why that thought went through his head, but it did. Was it his subconscious trying to tell him something?

Or was it more paranoia?

Why was life so dang hard? Why did every decision have to be rough? Unable to cope anymore, he headed for his classroom while he tried to sort through some of this.

But in the end, he kept coming back to the same questions. Could something that had been conceived of darkness ever be used for good? What made someone evil?

Was it their birth or their life?

Did they control the direction of their fate or did something else?

A guy could lose his mind trying to sort all that out. He definitely felt like he was going crazy. And all the while, he was gathering up items for a cause he knew was wrong. I’m making a bad decision.

But what choice did he really have?

He couldn’t go to jail, and he couldn’t let the coach continue to prey on people. Someone had to stop him. For now, he’d play along, and somehow he’d find the evidence he needed to put a stop to the coach’s corruption.

Then he’d find a way to stop his own.

At three o’clock, Nick was standing in Devus’s office, feeling even worse than he had felt that morning. He didn’t know why, but it was like he was selling out his brethren. Offering his classmates up for slaughter.

How stupid was that?

Yet he couldn’t shake the sensation.

“What do you have, Gautier?”

“Bad case of indigestion, sir,” he answered sarcastically. Something that didn’t endear him to Coach Predator.

“Should I call the principal, then?”

“No.” Nick emptied his pockets on the desk. He had the hairbrush, two writing samples from two students on his list, the scarf, and …

He hesitated with the class ring that Casey had given him after lunch—he’d told her to hold off on going after Kody’s necklace. She had no idea what a challenge that little bit was going to give her, and he didn’t want Kody to disembowel her in the hallway and make her another stain on the wall.

Nick looked down at the heavy ring in his hand that glinted in the dim light of the room. The bright stone in the center was as red as blood and surrounded by small diamonds that winked at him. Unlike the other items that he could write off his conscience, this one was definitely theft, and guilt tore at him. He felt like his dad, and he hated the coach most of all for giving him that sensation.

I won’t be that man.

But right now. In this one moment …

He was.

Wincing, Nick held it out. So much for Devus not wanting him to hand stuff to him during school hours.