he interrupts. “We might not ever get out of here again. Do you know how
hard it is to watch you having those nightmares and not be able to protect you… not
be able to wake you up and put my arms around you… And all because you will freak
out at the fact that I’m not Hunter!”
I purposely ignore most of what he just said, “I wasn’t aware I was having nightmares,”
I say.
“That is because I have other ways to stop them.”
I give him a puzzled look but he just stands there and looks at me, and I know that
he isn’t going to tell me how. Either way, we have a bigger problem now.
“You’re losing hope.” As soon as I say those words, he loses it.
“You think? We’re stuck here, forever, and alone… and it’s my fault! I’m tired of
it. I’m sick of being this.”
I see the desperation in his eyes and what breaks me is that he looks like he’s about
to cry. I move forward and put my arms around him. I feel his arms going around
my waist and he instantly calms down. He wasn’t kidding about the human contact.
It’s almost like the lack of human contact caused him to have this breakdown.
We stay like this for a while, just hugging each other, quietly. When I try to pull
away, he pulls me closer, tightening his arm around my lower back and he leans his
head down and rests it against the curve of my neck. We stay like that a little longer
before he finally lets go.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
He nods but doesn’t say anything. He is far from okay.
“Let’s get back to training okay? It will get your mind off things.”
THIRTEEN
We hear the door open and the demon walks in.
He grins. “Good. You’ve been training. There is someone you need to meet and I
want you to teach him everything that you know in a very short period of time.”
“We are not teaching anyone anything,” I say.
The demon grins at me. “You see… I don’t think you have a choice. I assume you want
to go back to your life at some point, yes?” He gives me a puzzled look. “Besides,
would you rather he grows up knowing nothing, just like you grew up?
I give him a puzzled look, which he mistakes for something else. Growing up? What does he mean? I swallow the lump in my throat.
“That is what I thought.”
“Child,” he calls. “Come in.”
The little blonde hair boy with Samael’s green eyes stands at the door.
I freeze.
“How long have we been here?” asks Samael.
The demon shrugs. “About four years, give or take,” the demon watches us, grinning
from ear to ear.
I look at Samael and see that he is staring at the boy. “He looks like us,” Samael
says puzzled.
The demon continues to grin, his eyes bright with expectation. “Lilith has talents
that are greater than science. Now teach him. As soon as I see improvements, I’ll
give you what you want and the girl can finish his training.”
We’re both speechless. We quietly stare at the boy standing by the door.
The demon walks past him and disappears. The boy stands there, just watching, and
he looks scared.
Samael looks at me and I look at him and we are both shocked and lost.
“What is the deal with Lilith? Who is she? Isn’t she like known for being the mother
of succubi demons?” I whisper to him as the boy watches us.
Samael looks from the boy to me. “We’ll talk about that later.”
“Come here,” Samuel says to the boy.
The boy walks toward us and over and over I think about how much he looks like Samael
and me. It’s truly scary. The boy watches us and I wonder if he notices the same
similarities, especially Samael’s eyes, or if I’m just reading too much into things.
Samael kneels down on the floor. “What’s your name?” he asks.
The boy shrugs.
“What does Ezra call