could follow the path up her ribs and around the shoulder blades to where her scars were. The only thing about her that was imperfect.
Mark traced the scars. What had happened to her? Part of him knew, but he didn’t want to admit it. He’d begun to suspect before Rae had ever disappeared. NightWhere was more than an extreme sex club. The Watchers were more than human. Or maybe less.
And Selena? What was she?
She stirred and rolled onto her back to see him better. “Hey,” she whispered. She still sounded sleepy.
“Hey,” he answered and bent to kiss her. When he pulled his lips away, he rested there on his elbow, just a foot from her face, watching her for some sign. Some proof. And then finally, he just spoke what had been on his mind for longer than he cared to admit.
“You’re an angel, aren’t you?”
Selena’s eyes flashed, and she frowned.
“Thanks but…”
“No, I mean it,” Mark pressed. He slid his hand around her back and traced the knotty flesh of a scar with his fingertips. “You’re an angel. Apparently a fallen angel, since they cut off your wings. Isn’t that what this is from? When did it happen? Why?”
“I can’t…talk about it.” Selena said. “Please don’t ask me.”
“The whole club,” Mark said. “It’s just a doorway to hell, isn’t it?”
Selena stared at him without answering.
“Isn’t it?” he insisted.
“If that’s your theory, then I can’t really be much of an angel, can I?” she said.
“You said this morning that you try to steer people away from it,” Mark said. “Sounds like the work of an angel. NightWhere is hell, right?”
“It’s a place of ultimate sin,” she acknowledged.
“How did you end up there?” he asked.
“I’m here for you now,” she said. “Let that be enough.”
Selena reached up and put her arms around his back, pulling him down into an embrace. “Let me stay with you,” she whispered. “Leave all that behind and let me take care of you now. My arms, my love can heal you. It’s why I’m here.”
Mark took a deep breath. “Don’t you need to go back to NightWhere? Don’t you belong there somehow?”
“I can never go back,” she said. “Not now.”
“But you have to,” he said.
Selena frowned. “Why?”
“Because I need you to take me. I hurt Rae. I might have killed her. I have to get her out of there.”
Selena shook her head vehemently. “Are you crazy? You can’t go back. They will kill you. And if Rae survived until dawn, then she is healed by now. You saw it happen yourself. Sleep heals all wounds in NightWhere. That way, when the night comes round again, they can start the pain all over again. Fresh.”
“I won’t leave her for them,” Mark said stubbornly. “They did something to her. Brainwashed her. I have to get her out of there before they do kill her.”
“She’s made her choice, Mark,” Selena said. “You can’t force someone to salvation.”
“No, but I can at least give her the chance to choose it. She will never have that chance inside NightWhere.”
“You can’t go there.”
“You’re going to take me.”
Selena sat up and took Mark’s hands in her own. “I cannot go back to NightWhere,” she said.
“Cannot, or will not?” he pressed.
“Will not.”
“So you can find your way back.”
Selena sighed. “NightWhere is like a beacon to those who have spent enough time there. If I look, I can always see it burning in the distance. It’s connected to me. But they can look the other direction. They’ll know that I’m coming. They’ll know if I’m there.”
“I need you to show me the way,” he insisted.
“Listen to me,” Selena pleaded. “If I return to NightWhere… They will torture me forever. You’ve seen the pits of fire. The crosses of the damned.”
“They left you alone before,” he pointed out.
“They couldn’t hurt me before. There was a deal. Now that I’ve helped you…”
“But you’re an angel,” he said. “Use your powers.”
“Stop saying that,” she said. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“If you are really here to help me, then you have to do this for me,” Mark said. He knew he was being stubborn. Utterly, stupidly stubborn. But the part of him that had loved and protected Rae all of these years…letting her have her fun but always shepherding her home…wouldn’t let him simply walk away. Even after she’d tried to kill him. She had always relied on him to be her safe word, if it came to that. Now he was going to have to use force to give her the protection she needed, but didn’t want.
“Take me back there tonight. Just get me to the door.”
Selena hung her head. Her breath hitched, as she struggled to stifle a cry. But it came anyway. When she looked up, Mark gasped.
The pure white skin of her cheeks was marred by twin trails of darkest red.
Selena wept blood.
“Oh my God,” Mark said. “You’re hurt.” He touched her cheek with his finger and showed her the drop of red on his fingertip.
She shook her head. “I’ll be fine,” she said. “Don’t worry about me.”
She slipped past him, out of bed, and went to the bathroom. When she returned, her face was clean.
Mark got out of bed and met her in the middle of the room. He put his hands on her shoulders and stroked her arms. “It’ll be okay,” he promised. “I’ll go in armed at dawn. I’ll get her out just as they have to go to sleep. I’ll bring her home, and she’ll have to stay here for the day. If she decides to go back after that, I’ll have to let her go. But I want to give her the chance to make that decision outside of the influence of NightWhere. You can’t say no to that. I want to save her soul.”
He forced her to meet his eyes. “There is always a chance for forgiveness, right?”
Selena looked away.
He changed the subject. “Right now, let’s get something for dinner, all right?”
Mark walked to Rae’s dresser and pulled out a University of Illinois T-shirt that Rae liked to wear around the house. Selena accepted that and a pair of blue sweatpants without a word.
Then Mark pulled on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt himself and led her to the kitchen.
He looked around in the freezer and found chicken and Italian frozen dinners. Selena shrugged. “Whatever,” she said. “I’m not really hungry.”
“We haven’t eaten all day!” Mark laughed. “Or don’t angels have to eat?”
“I’m not an angel,” Selena said. Her voice was sharp. Under her breath she added, “Not anymore.”
“Ah ha!” he said. “So you admit it.”
Mark pulled a bottle of wine from a rack on the counter. “Can you drink?”
“I’m just like you,” Selena said. “I’m nothing special. And yes, I’d love a glass of wine.”
“You’re something very special,” he countered, twisting a corkscrew into the bottle. “You’re amazing.”
“If I was so amazing, you would stay here with me,” she said. Her voice could not have sounded more disconsolate. “I asked you this morning not to leave me alone. I might not be here anymore when you get back.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Selena shrugged. “I have been a part of NightWhere for too long. I don’t know what will happen when I am out here.”
“Out here?” Mark said. “The real world?”
She nodded.
