“You’re not helping, Isabelle,” Dalton said.
“I’m trying to be honest. You only want to see the good in me.”
“And you only want to see the bad.”
“There’s both in Isabelle.” Georgie, who’d sat behind them all, finally stood and came to the front of the room. “And that’s why Dalton came here. This is his home. There’s magic here. Magic that can help Isabelle.” She turned to Michael. “Maybe at the time you saw her you saw only the darkness within her. Dalton has the capability to see much more than that. That’s why she still lives, because he feels she can be saved.”
“I don’t mean to be disrespectful, ma’am,” Michael said, “but are you some kind of expert?”
Georgie lifted her lips. “I’m an expert in no things. But I do know some things. And this child has humanity and light within her. Enough to attempt to save her. You would do well to listen to Dalton. He knows what he’s talking about.”
Isabelle smiled at Georgie. “Thank you.”
Georgie nodded and stepped back.
Michael blew out a breath and turned his attention back to Dalton. “I assume you have a plan?”
“Yes.”
“Then why don’t you fill us in?”
Dalton knew better than to assume all was forgiven. For now, maybe they had a reprieve. And that would have to be good enough. He inhaled, exhaled, knowing the time had come for him to come clean. About everything.
“Back at the graveyard in Sicily, when Isabelle and Angelique had their altercation, there was a moment when Isabelle became human again. A fraction of a second when I saw the desperate, pleading human side of her, crying out for help. I knew then that I couldn’t destroy her, no matter what my orders were.”
“Why didn’t you say something to me or to Lou?” Michael asked.
“We were all kind of busy at the time. There was a battle going on. The Sons of Darkness were there. Hardly a moment to call a meeting to discuss Isabelle’s future. I made an executive decision, but honestly even I wasn’t sure at that moment it was the right one. I wanted some time alone with her, to see if I’d made the right choice.”
“And if you hadn’t?” Angelique asked.
He knew what she wanted to know. “If she never came back human, if the demon side of her resurfaced with a vengeance, I’d have killed her.”
Isabelle didn’t even flinch. Instead, she scooted closer to him, squeezed his hand.
“It’s what I would have wanted. I don’t want to be a demon,” Isabelle said. “I’m human. I have demon blood inside me, but that … creature you saw in Italy-that wasn’t me. I don’t want it to be me. Ever.”
“We’re going to take steps to make sure it doesn’t become her again. That’s why I brought Isabelle here to Louisiana, to Georgie. She’s a voodoo priestess, and she can help transform Isabelle.”
“How?” Angelique asked, her gaze incredulous.
Dalton couldn’t blame her. The rest of the story was going to blow their minds.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Isabelle sat back and patiently watched while Dalton explained everything to the wide-eyed group. They too, had a difficult time believing that he was a fallen angel, especially since they hadn’t been around during the episodes she had witnessed. They didn’t have proof, and it wasn’t like Dalton could sprout white wings and hover near the ceiling.
Her lips lifted. She’d kind of like to see that. Dalton would look sexy with wings. With his face and body … yeah, he could be art on the wall of any chapel.
She was probably going to hell just for thinking that.
“Did Lou know about this?” Michael finally asked.
Dalton shook his head. “No one knew. It wasn’t necessary for anyone to know.”
Michael arched a brow. “Any one of our hunters who possesses otherworldly skills is kind of an important information tool, Dalton. You should have reported it.”
Dalton shrugged. “It was personal, and it’s not like I can levitate. I’m not psychic. I’m basically human in all respects, so I have no advantage over any of the rest of you, other than the immortal thing.”
“That is kind of cool,” Gina said.
“Handy when fighting demons,” Derek added with a quirk of his lips. “You go into a fight knowing you can’t die. If we’d known that, we’d have made sure you were always in the front.”
Dalton snorted. “Sorry. Maybe I should have told you.”
“Does the fact that you’re an angel come into play where Isabelle is concerned?” Michael asked.
Dalton nodded.
“Okay.” Michael turned to Isabelle. “We’re here and we’ll see this through. You may think the Realm wants to do you harm, but we want the same thing you and Dalton do: to make sure that the Sons of Darkness don’t get their claws in you again.”
Dalton tugged Isabelle’s hand and drew her up alongside him. “We’re not going to let that happen.”
“Care to share the plan with us?” Derek asked.
“Yeah. It requires Georgie’s skills as a voodoo priestess. She’s going to merge Isabelle’s darkness with my light.”
“How?”
“Georgie will conduct a ceremony, drawing our souls together via blood and a sword that I once held when I was a Guardian. She’ll bring out Isabelle’s demon side, and the angel within me. The two will do battle.”
“So you’re saying she’s going to tap into your angel side, and it’s going to somehow fight her demon?”
“More like a merger.”
“That should be interesting. And dangerous. What happens to you when this … merger occurs?” Angelique asked, concern evident on her face.
Dalton started to answer, but Isabelle moved in. “If all goes well and the strength of the demon within me vanishes, Dalton will be redeemed and become a full-fledged angel again.”
Michael whipped his gaze from Isabelle to Dalton. “Are you serious?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“And you really think this is going to work?”
Dalton shrugged. “Yeah, I do.”
Michael inhaled and blew it out. “This is pretty unorthodox.”
Dalton cocked his head to the side. “Michael. Every thing we do is unorthodox.”
“True enough. So when are you planning to do this?”
Dalton slanted his gaze to Isabelle. “Soon.”
Isabelle wanted to know the answer to that question, too. “When is soon, Dalton? Are we putting it off for any specific reason? I know you wanted to wait for the Realm to get here, but they’re here now. Shouldn’t we get started?”
There was a sadness in his smile that pained her. “Eager to get rid of me?”
Oh, God. If this worked, Dalton would leave her. She kept conveniently pushing that oh-so-important part of the equation right out of her head, refusing to face it. She leaned into him, whispering in his ear, her palms warm against his chest. “No. Not eager at all.” She tilted her head back to search his face. “We don’t have to do this.”
He grasped her hands in his. “Yeah, we do. You know we do. There’s no other choice. Sooner or later the Sons of Darkness will come for you. They’ll take you over and you won’t be able to fight them-we won’t be able to fight them.”
She laid her head on his shoulder, feeling the clock ticking. Too fast. Way too fast. She wasn’t ready to let him go.
