He took a step forward; she took one back.
“You haven’t hurt me. To hurt me I’d have to care. The only way you hurt me was to take and read my mother’s journal. And I want it back. It means something to me.”
“I promise I’ll give it back to you, but there’s vital information in here that my people need to see.”
She let her eyelids drift shut for a moment, imagining the worst-her reputation, her entire world crashing down upon her as everything she had built was ruined when word of what was in her mother’s journal got out.
“This isn’t for national media consumption, Isabelle. The people who will see this information are discreet, under the radar.”
“Who?”
“Sit down.”
She hesitated. But part of her was curious enough to want to know. Maybe Dalton was delusional. He did say something about hunting demons for a living. Then again, maybe he was the one person who could help her figure out who and what she really was.
She was torn, both hating and needing Dalton. She needed someone to help her. She didn’t want it to be him. She wanted it to be him.
Could she possibly be more screwed up?
She moved back to the edge of the bed and sat, staring up at him.
“I work for an organization known as the Realm of Light. We hunt demons. Specifically, we hunt the Sons of Darkness, powerful demon Lords under the direction of the great evil one.”
“The great evil one. You mean like Lucifer?”
Dalton shrugged. “Or a manifestation of the same. You can call it what you will. The Sons of Darkness and the Realm of Light have been at war for centuries, both having unique powers. The Realm of Light is headed by Keepers, who have the power of insight, a way of knowing what the demons are doing and how to fight them.”
“And you’re one of these Keepers,” she said, trying to keep an open mind, especially after what she’d read in her mother’s journal.
“No, I’m not. I work for Louis, one of the Keepers. Lou directs several demon hunters. I’m one of them.”
“So you were sent to find out if I’m a demon and to-what? Kill me?”
He shook his head, his lips lifting in that smile she’d found so devastating earlier. “No. Protect you. You’re not a full demon, Isabelle. I don’t really know what you are. Obviously if what your mother’s diary says is true, you’re half demon, half human.”
“Doesn’t that still make me dangerous to your people?”
“Not necessarily. We actually have a couple half demons as hunters. They make great allies because they have an inner sense of how demons think and move.”
There were others? Like. . her? She shook her head, refusing to believe any of this. “And you think I’m one of them. Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you but I don’t think or act like a demon. I’m human, I feel human, and I act human.”
Again that smart-assed grin. “That’s what they said at first, too. Sometimes there’s a catalyst for the demon behavior to appear.”
“Such as?”
He shrugged. “Different things for different people.”
“I think you’re totally full of shit, Dalton. You’re playing me, trying to make me doubt myself.” As if she didn’t already have enough doubts and questions knocking around in her brain.
“What about your mother’s diary?”
“Nonsensical ramblings. I don’t think she really knows what happened to her that night, or what she saw. I’ve never felt different. I’m not a demon.”
“Derek and Nic said the same thing at first. You’ve got to be brought into the Realm, Isabelle. For your own safety. If the Sons of Darkness find you-and they are looking for you, trust me-they’ll use you.”
Now it was her turn to smirk. “Isn’t that exactly what your people are trying to do? Use me?”
“No. We’re trying to save you.”
She’d heard enough. Though she wanted to trust in someone, to let Dalton help her, she couldn’t take the chance. She had to do this on her own. “I don’t need saving, but thanks for the offer. Now give me the journal and take me back to the dock.”
“You don’t believe anything I told you, do you?”
She scrunched up her nose. “Not really.”
“I understand self-preservation, Isabelle. I really do. But you’ve got to listen to me.”
“No, Dalton, I don’t. Now give me back the journal.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t do that. Not right now, anyway. Eventually you’ll get it back. Come with me to meet Lou, the Keeper I work for. He’ll explain better than I can.”
Right. And no doubt keep her under lock and key like some experimental monkey. The thought of it made her stomach tighten, fear snaking its way into her nerve endings.
Wasn’t it bad enough what she thought of herself? What would those other people think of her?
