you?”
“Child,” he says in a low tone. “Or Nephilim.” He says the word perfectly. In fact,
for being a little over three, he seems to understand a lot and speak as if he was
much older.
“Where do you live?”
He seems confused by the question at first. “We just moved to a new house. I don’t
know where.”
“Is there anyone else who talks to you?” I ask. “Besides Ezra?”
He nods.
“Who is that?” I ask.
“Callie.”
“Is Callie your mom?”
He shakes his head. “What is a mom?”
I open my mouth to answer but Samael nudges me on my leg and shakes his head.
The boy continues to stand in front of us and I keep thinking about how I was his
age when my dad gave me away. I begin to feel sorry for the boy.
“We should name him,” I say to Samael.
“No, we shouldn’t. You name him and you’ll get attached.”
I laugh. “He’s not a pet, Samael.”
Samael continues to watch him. The boy is so serious. He doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t
talk unless spoken to. He just watches.
“Fine. What do you want to name him?” he asks.
I shrug. “I don’t know… Jacob?”
He lets out a laugh. “As in the werewolf from Twilight? I don’t think so.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Fine. You name him.”
“Trent.”
“Trent?”
He shrugs. “I like it.”
I look at the boy. “Do you like that name?”
He nods. “Why don’t you sit down, Trent.”
He nods again and sits on the mattress. Samael and I sit across from him.
“Trent, I’m Sam and this Kayla,” says Samael.
He just sits there, quietly.
“Is there anything special that you can do? Like, can you guess what I’m thinking
right now?” I ask.
He shakes his head.
“Take it easy on the kid, Kayla,” says Samael.
Samael faces the boy. “Is there anything you like to do for fun?”
“Fun?” asks the boy.
“Yeah, something that makes you feel… Hmm… How do I explain it?”
“Show him what fun is,” I say.
Samael stands up and asks the boy to stand with him. He then extends his hands and
asks the boy to hold his hands as tight as he can and starts to spin him around the
room. Trent laughs and laughs. Even after Samael stops, he is still laughing. He
makes sure that Trent is not feeling dizzy before he lets go and then he tells Trent,
“That is fun,” he says. “Is there anything else that makes you feel like that?”
Trent nods.
“Can you tell us what?” I ask.
Trent nods. “Opening doors.”
I give him a confused look.
“Doors like that one?” Samael points at the door.
Trent shakes his head. “Door that are like puzzles.”
We both know that he is talking about wards.
Samael looks at me and whispers for me to change the subject.
Trent surprises us when he speaks again, “More fun?” he asks.
“Sorry bud,” says Samael. “We need to start training you before Ezra gets back.”
Trent looks disappointed, but stays quiet.
Samael and I look from one another. “Do you even know where to start?” I ask.
He shakes his head and when I look up, I see Ezra standing at the door.
“Time to go, child!” he orders Trent.
Trent walks over to him. “My name is Trent.”
Crap .
Ezra looks at us and he seems furious.
“We’ll talk about this later.”
“I don’t want to go,” says Trent.
Ezra doesn’t even say anything. He picks up Trent and walks away. We can hear Trent
crying and screaming and I have to hold Samael back to keep him from going after them
and doing something stupid.
FOURTEEN
Samael calms down… eventually. He looks at me and we are still in shock. “We need
to get Trent away from Ezra,” he says. I know that even though he just met Trent
he is already attached. It didn’t help that