say, glancing toward the bonfire. My heart is racing as I calculate how quickly I can reach Rayne.
Understanding flickers across Griffon’s face, and he takes a step toward me. “It’s not what you think! Cole, you’ve got to believe me.” He reaches for my arm, but I push him away.
“Don’t touch me,” I say, trying to keep my voice even. I hold out my hands, ready to defend myself if he lunges toward me again. Instantly, I feel the difference in our sizes and know that if he wants to grab me, I’ll have a hard time stopping him.
“Just hear me out,” he pleads, taking a step back from me. “It’s not what you think,” he repeats, his voice attempting to calm me.
“It was you on the scaffold that day,” I say. “You were the one who…” I can’t even bring myself to say those words out loud. Sobs are hiding in the back of my throat as I realize that everything up to now has been a complete lie. His words. His touch. His concern. None of it is real.
Griffon seems to collapse from inside. “It was me,” he says, not taking his eyes off mine. “I knew the second I touched you at the Tower who you were. And who I was to you. But I also knew you wouldn’t understand—”
“Understand?” I shoot back. “You killed me! You raised an axe and cut my head off. What else is there to understand?” There it is, out in the open. As the words hang in the air, I have an overwhelming urge to get away from here, to put as much distance between us as possible.
There’s a catch in his voice as he tries again. “It wasn’t like that!”
But I can’t get the image of his eyes, just barely visible above the black mask, out of my head. I’m through listening. I wish I could put back the years, the centuries between us. But right now all I have is a wide-open beach.
The sand is damp and I sink into it with every step as I run toward the orange glow of the bonfires. I can hear Griffon’s footsteps behind me, and he catches up with me just as I reach the edge of the scattered group, grabbing me by the shoulder and twisting me around to face him.
“You have to listen to me,” he insists.
“I don’t have to do anything,” I say, trying to shake his hands off me. “I know everything I need to know. Let me go!”
“Not until you hear what I have to say!” he roars, and I notice the silence that descends around us as everyone turns to watch.
“What’s going on?” His friend Peter pushes his way between us, and Griffon lets me go.
I look around frantically. “Where’s Rayne?” I ask, my breath coming in bursts from running.
“She went to the store with her sister and some other people,” Peter says. “They just left.” He turns to face Griffon. “What happened?”
“I’ve got this,” Griffon says to him. “Just a misunderstanding.” He looks steadily into my eyes, and I know he doesn’t want to have this conversation in front of all these people. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”
I step closer to Peter. “I’m not going anywhere with you. I’ll walk if I have to.”
Peter looks down at me. “You don’t have to do that. I’ll take you.”
“Don’t do this, Cole,” Griffon pleads. “You’re making a mistake.”
“Can we go now?” I ask Peter, turning my back to Griffon and walking away. All eyes around the bonfire are trained on the three of us.
Peter hesitates, but trots to catch up with me. “I’m parked in the lot over there,” he says, pointing to the left.
We walk in silence toward his car, the only sound is that of his keys jangling as he takes them out of his pocket.
“Are you okay to drive?” I ask.
“I haven’t been drinking,” he says. He opens the door for me and walks around to the driver’s side. “Are
I nod quickly, feeling the ache in my throat as I think about what just happened. For weeks, Griffon has pretended to be the perfect guy, the one with all the answers. Apparently I haven’t been asking any of the right questions.
Peter puts the key in the ignition just as a motorcycle roars to life behind us. I barely have time to look out the window before Griffon speeds past us, my helmet still attached to the side of his bike, the back wheel fishtailing wildly as he accelerates onto the Great Highway.
“That idiot’s going to get himself killed,” Peter says quietly. He pulls out of the parking lot and drives in the direction of Griffon’s quickly disappearing taillight. I watch the bonfires get smaller and smaller in the side mirror as we climb toward the Cliff House. My heart is still racing, and although I’ve recovered from the run, it feels like I can barely breathe. In the darkness of the car, all I can picture is Griffon’s face. The curls that always beg to be touched. The curve of his lip as his face widens into a dimpled grin. The eyes that have betrayed me from the beginning. Everything has been a lie. From the moment we met, I’ve been part of some kind of sick joke. The tears spill from my eyes, hot rivers flowing down my face faster than I can wipe them away.
Peter reaches into the console and hands me a wad of fast-food napkins, but doesn’t say a word, and I don’t trust my voice enough to say thanks. We drive in silence for a few minutes as I stare out the side window and try to get a grip on myself. The least I can do is wait to lose it until I get home.
“Cole?” Peter finally asks quietly. I close my eyes and try to breathe deeply to stop the suffocating feeling that’s settling into my chest. I can’t handle any questions right now, and how will I answer them anyway? Griffon betrayed me five hundred years ago? He was my executioner in a past life? The secrets that come with being Akhet are starting to intrude into real life, and I can’t guarantee I’ll say the right thing.
“Cole?” Peter asks again. “I don’t know where you live.”
I sigh with relief. “Haight,” I manage.
“Where on Haight?”
I press my head against the window, suddenly exhausted. “Anywhere. At Masonic is fine.”
“I’ll take you all the way home,” he says, glancing over at me with concern.
I shake my head. “That’s close enough.” I need to walk a couple of blocks to clear my head before I show up at home looking like a wreck.
Almost too quickly, Peter is pulling up to the curb near Ben & Jerry’s. My neighborhood is always busy, but Friday nights are crazy. The sidewalks are crowded with people spilling in and out of the bars, clubs, and cafes that line the few short blocks between here and my house. It’s the perfect place to lose myself for a little while, and I’ll be as safe here as I will anywhere.
Peter looks out the front windshield. “You sure this is okay?”
“It’s great,” I say, grabbing the door. “Thanks.”
I step out and let the swarming crowd envelop me and pull me along the sidewalk, not thinking, just moving my feet toward home. All I want is to crawl into my bed and forget everything that’s happened over the past month. As I walk past my corner where the homeless people always camp out, the sound of bongo drums and the smell of pot smoke hanging in the air is oddly comforting. The quiet of my street after the chaos of Haight is like slipping into a tub of warm water. Here and there people walk up the sidewalk toward the lights of the clubs, but mostly I have several blocks all to myself.
As I approach my house, the door suddenly opens at the top of our steps, and the light from the hallway shows Griffon in perfect silhouette at my front door. He isn’t carrying his helmet, but his hair is wild, as if he’s just yanked it off in a hurry. I press myself against the shadows of our neighbor’s front wall and watch as he talks to Mom. I can’t hear what he’s saying, but it must be convincing, because in a few seconds, she steps back from the door and ushers him into the house, closing the door behind them.
“Damn,” I say under my breath. I have no idea what he’s telling her, but I’m positive that it has nothing to do with the truth. For the first time, the anger coursing through my body is beginning to feel a lot like fear. Like he said about Veronique, now that I know the truth, there’s no reason for him to hold back. He killed me once before. What’s to stop him from trying again?
I start to walk quickly back up toward Haight. If Griffon is going to be in my house, then I need to find somewhere else to go. Somewhere he doesn’t know about. Somewhere he can’t find me. I pull my phone out of my pocket just as it starts ringing. Mom. I swallow hard, hit ignore and pull up Rayne’s number.
“Where are you?” Rayne yells into the phone. “We just got back to the beach and everyone is freaking out about the fight you had with Griffon.”
