Something Wicked

that witch right now, but trust me, it doesn’t mean anything. The moment your curse is broken you won’t feel this way any longer.”

Darrak’s tense shoulders relaxed a little. “You think?”

“You’ve been possessing humans for three hundred years, no wonder you’re all messed up. I would have come here and helped you earlier if I’d known what was going on. But it’s not too late to change things. Once you get away from this Eden chick, you’ll start thinking clearly again.”

Darrak could clearly see the protective wards Eden had put up around the circumference of the apartment building. They shimmered. Humans wouldn’t be able to spot them, though. They didn’t see things quite as clearly as he did.

“Will I?” he asked.

“Yes, you will. She’s just one woman in how many years since we were created? A thousand? How many women have you had in that much time? How many souls have you taken?”

Darrak swallowed. The sunset now looked like fire sinking into the ground. “Countless.”

“And do you remember any of them?”

“Not many,” he admitted.

“You’re in the middle of an existential crisis. You think the witch is helping you, but she’s not. She’s only helping herself. She doesn’t really care about you, does she?”

Darrak remembered what Eden had said to Leena. She didn’t care about him. Lust wasn’t love. “No. She doesn’t. Not really.”

Theo’s pep talk was working. He was feeling stronger the more they spoke. This was exactly what he needed, and it began to fill him with strength and resolve.

But his pain increased with every second that passed as the sun sank lower. His body wanted to turn to smoke. He had a few minutes left at most.

“Meet me tonight without what’s-her-name in tow,” Theo said.

“You do realize she’s my host, right? And I’m about to lose form any second.”

There was a short pause. “Then you know what you have to do. Meet me at Luxuria at one o’clock to get your gift. Girl Scout should be sawing logs by then, right?”

It was impossible. Darrak couldn’t borrow Eden’s body again without her permission.

Hold on. Why the hell couldn’t he? She never had to know. The only reason she’d found out the first time is because he’d stupidly confessed to her. And that had been met with one long, annoying reprimand.

Well, you did steal her body, his conscience reminded him.

Since when did he have a damn conscience?

Demons didn’t have consciences!

“Okay.” A smile curled up the corner of his mouth at the thought of doing something wicked without remorse. “I’ll see you then.”

Darrak hung up before he could change his mind. Then he heard a knock on the balcony door behind him and he turned. Eden stood there.

He tensed. Had she heard him talking to Theo?

She pointed at the sunset and slid open the door.

“Standing on the balcony when you lose form might get you picked up by the breeze,” she said. “It’s a bit windy tonight.”

“Good point.”

She looked at the phone in his hand. “Theo called again?”

“You guessed it.” He didn’t have to lie about everything.

“What did he have to say?” she asked tightly.

“He wanted to know if you hated him for sucking out some angel juice today.”

She grimaced at the reminder. “And you told him I do?”

“Of course.”

“Good.” She stepped out onto the balcony and closed the door. Inside, Leena cocked her furry head to the side, a curious expression on her whiskered face.

“What’s wrong?” Darrak asked. There was a definite searching look in Eden’s expression.

“Lots of things.” She leaned against the railing next to him.

“Tell me.” His knuckles whitened. He would hang on to his form for as long as there was still a sliver of light in the sky. He hated losing it. It was like giving up in a fight.

“Do you think there are ever easy answers?” she asked. “Like the hard things in life. . do you ever think, yes, absolutely, that’s what I have to do? Or is it shades of gray for everyone?”

What the hell was this all about? His pep talk from Theo had helped remind him of a few important things, but Eden’s unexpected mood after she’d stormed off earlier had managed to throw him a bit.

“I think it depends on the person,” he said. “Some, like the Malleus, see the world in black-and-white terms only. All good or all bad. All easy or all hard. But it’s not like that. There are no easy answers.”

“Not for anything?”

“Again, I suppose your mileage may vary.” His brows drew together, and he reached forward to squeeze her amulet in his fist. It was much too gray at the moment. It disturbed him more than he’d like to admit.

“It doesn’t change color when it touches you,” she said, looking down when he released it.

“You expect it to go completely black?”

She shook her head. “I honestly don’t know.”

“I’m not human. I don’t have a soul for it to gauge. Therefore, there’s no change.”

“So demons definitely don’t have souls?” Her expression was open, curious, and a bit sad.

“Not demons like me. Previously human demons do, although they keep their souls in jars for safe keeping. Angels don’t have souls, except the angels that used to be human.”

“And werewolves?” she asked, her voice catching on the word.

He touched her chin and raised it so her eyes met his. “Andy’s going to be fine.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

“And his soul?”

“Is safe. Shifters and witches are still essentially human. Humans have souls whether you want them or not. It’s your gift with purchase.”

“My supernatural lesson of the day.”

“There will be a quiz at the end of class. So is there anything else you’d like to get off your very delectable chest at the moment?” His jaw tightened. He couldn’t keep fighting this pain much longer. “Because we’re close to showtime.”

“Oh, right.” A flicker of fear went through her eyes that only made things worse for him.

“I. . really don’t look forward to hurting you like this every day,” he said, not liking how hoarse his voice suddenly sounded.

She pressed her lips together and rubbed them, blinking rapidly. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Was this the secret she’d been keeping from him? The one that seemed to trouble her so deeply? He could hold it together a bit longer if he had to.

“What?” he asked.

“When you. . when you possess me”—her green eyes met his—“it doesn’t hurt me like you think it does.”

He hadn’t expected this revelation. “It doesn’t?”

She shook her head.

“What does it feel like, then? I mean, I hear you when I. .” He swallowed. “Well, you sound like you’re in pain. You gasp and moan and. .” He trailed off and his eyes widened. “And you. . you. .”

“Uh, yeah.” Color came to her cheeks. “Whenever you possess me, it feels like we’re, well. . you know.”

“Like we’re having sex.”

Eden’s lips twitched into a nervous smile. “Maybe.”