You don’t need to jump, a powerful voice told Warren. The words exploded in his mind and he knew at once who was talking to him. They won’t see you as long as I don’t want them to.
Thirty-Four
W arren looked behind him, finding Merihim there this time when he hadn’t been there only a moment ago. The demon towered over him, full of threat and arrogance.
Don’t be afraid, Merihim told him. A grim smile pulled at the scaled face. I didn’t allow you to live just so these insects could have you. He gestured at the demons moving restlessly through the stalled vehicles. None of them even looked in Warren’s direction. I have far grander plans for you than that.
Warren felt certain those plans included torture and dismemberment at some point. But if he could forestall that moment, he had time to think and plan.
Laughter rumbled from Merihim. No. Death and dismemberment would be…diverting. But I want you for another use. I can make you a leader within my own army. You know the people we hunt, and you know this place. Either of those things could be invaluable.
Warren tried desperately to wake up, but couldn’t.
“Wait.” Naomi’s soft voice reached him from a distance. “He can’t hurt you in this place. I can protect you here.”
Uneasily, and only because he had no other choice, Warren stood his ground. If both Merihim and Naomi told him they could protect him, someone was lying—
“Demons lie,” Naomi told him.
—but Warren didn’t know who it was. He guessed that both of them would lie to him for their own reasons.
The demon’s gaze fell onto Warren’s arm. Dressed in a black t-shirt, the arm was in plain view. The reptilian scales seemed to reflect a glow that came from the demon himself.
I see my gift has taken root. What do you think of it? I was very generous.
“Why did you do this to me?” Warren asked.
You were too weak as you were. You would never have stood the rigors of this world on your own. The burns that you suffered alone were enough to have killed you if I hadn’t aided you. Merihim rolled Warren’s head from side to side with the trident. The metal was so cold it burned. You’ve come far, but you’ve farther yet to go.
“I didn’t ask for this.” The anger, for a moment, surmounted the fear that cascaded inside Warren.
I’m not in the habit of granting wishes, the demon replied. If you’d asked for anything, I would have killed you on the spot.
The anger inside Warren melted and left only the fear. For a moment, though, he wondered if dying would have been easier.
Merihim cocked his head and looked at Warren. Would you have rather died? There are others out there who would preserve their lives and serve me.
The need for self-preservation pushed away Warren’s fear and indecision. “No.”
That’s right. You wanted to live. You still do. A smile twisted Merihim’s lips. Tell me, then. Tell me that you’re glad you’re still alive.
Warren suddenly loathed himself more than he ever had. He remembered how he’d felt when he’d seen his mother killed in front of him, and had commanded his stepfather to take his own life, knowing with certainty that his stepfather had no choice, and knowing that he could have stopped the suicide before it happened by simply telling his stepfather to sleep instead of die.
For weeks after the deaths of his mother and stepfather, Warren had blamed himself. Not just for his stepfather’s death, but for his mother’s as well. He’d always come up in their arguments, and he’d always been a source of friction between them. He didn’t know exactly how it was his fault that they were dead, but he was certain it was. Back then when he’d been in the hospital recovering from the gunshot wound, he’d often thought that it would have been better if he would have died, too.
Then, when no one had ever adopted him after they’d discovered his personal tragedy, Warren had blamed himself again. He’d been worthless, a cursed child, and everyone that had come through the orphanage had seen that in him.
You were worthless, Merihim said. I have changed that. I have changed you. You have value now. I elevated you. Do you think that your new friends would be so interested in you if I hadn’t taken care of you?
Warren knew that was true. The Cabalists wouldn’t have been looking for him if he hadn’t survived that fire.
“We were already looking for you,” Naomi reminded him, “before the fire that night.”
The truth of that helped a little, but then Warren realized that Merihim knew that he was among the Cabalists.
Children playing with shadows of things they’ve never seen, Merihim scoffed. Misled to visions of grandeur by the paltry bit they’ve been able to ferret out.
Arrogance? Warren wondered. Or truth? He didn’t know.
“Steady,” Naomi said. “Every moment you have the demon’s attention, we’re learning something.”
Merihim’s gaze erupted in baleful black fire that streamed from his eyes. Tell me now that you’re glad to be alive or I will kill you where you stand.
“Warren.” Naomi’s voice was tense and anxious. “Do what he says. Do what he says or he’s going to kill you.”
Warren had never felt so helpless in all his life. No matter what he said, no matter what he did, he was doomed. There was no escape.
“You don’t know that. We can help you. But you have to save yourself till we can.”
“I’m glad to be alive,” Warren breathed out in a ragged sob. Hot tears cooled on his cheeks, and they felt like so many he’d shed while in foster care. He knew he was telling the truth, and he knew that if Merihim had sensed he was lying the demon would
