I nodded again as my stomach twisted up in little knots. “At lunch, I got this really sharp pain behind my eyes and I closed them. When I reopened them, all the auras were gone. Just like that.”
“And nothing else happened?” When I shook my head, he rubbed a spot over his heart. “You didn’t come into contact with...with any demons?”
“No,” I said quickly. “I would’ve told you that right away.”
A tense look flickered across his face for a moment, and there was a twisty motion in my chest. Of course he wouldn’t expect me to tell him right away. I’d lied to him about Roth for two months.
“You don’t have reason to believe that and I...I’ve lied to you before.” I swallowed hard when he looked away. A muscle thrummed along his jaw. “And I am sorry for that, but I thought...”
“You thought what you were doing was right by not telling us about him and looking for the Lesser Key,” he said quietly, not saying his name. “And I get that. I’m trying not to hold it against you.”
Pulling my legs up, I tucked them against my chest. “I know.”
He glanced over at me, expression softening after a few moments. “Okay. So nothing else happened? Right.” He blew out a deep breath as he shook his head. “I don’t know. There really isn’t anyone to ask. There’s no other...”
“Demon?”
“Yeah, that. There are no other demons around that can do what you can, so that leaves us very little to work on.”
My mother could see souls, or at least that was what Roth had said. Wasn’t as if I could ask her, though, since she was currently chained in Hell.
“Maybe this is just temporary,” he said, reaching over and brushing back a lock of blond hair so light it was practically as white as my face. “So let’s not freak out until we know for sure. Okay?”
I found myself nodding, but I was already starting to freak out. “I won’t be able to tag.”
Zayne tilted his head to the side. “You haven’t really been tagging recently, so that’s the last thing to worry about, Layla-bug.”
“You won’t tell Abbot, right?”
“Not if you don’t want me to.” He paused. “But why don’t you want him to know?”
I shrugged, not really wanting to talk about his father. Zayne loved and trusted him.
Zayne watched me for a few moments and then stretched out on his side. Offering his hand, he smiled up at me. “Want to skip practice?”
Training was important. It kept me from getting my butt handed to me when I did run into demons, but I nodded. Taking his hand, I let him tug me down beside him. We lay there for a few moments, me on my back and Zayne on his side.
He held on to my hand, careful not to push against the torn skin. “How have the cravings been lately?”
I sighed. “The same.”
There was a pause. “Have you been eating normally?”
Brows furrowing, I tilted my head back to see him. “Why are you asking that?”
He didn’t answer immediately. “You’ve lost weight, Layla.”
I shrugged. “That’s probably a good thing.”
“You didn’t need to lose any weight.” A small smile appeared on his lips but didn’t reach his eyes. “I know these past two weeks have been hard on you.”
Pressure clamped down on my chest and a ball of emotion formed in my throat. The past two weeks had seconds of warmth and light, but endless hours of darkness and loss. I’d never lost someone I’d been close to before or remembered. I didn’t know how to grieve or move on. Missing Roth was like watching a door to a life you hadn’t dared dream of slam shut in your face.
What was happening to him right now? Was he being tortured? Was he in any way okay? I’d thought those questions so many times they were a constant echo in my mind.
“I know you cared about him,” Zayne said, threading his fingers through mine. “But don’t forget about me. I’m here for you. I always will be.”
My breath caught around a sob.
He lowered his head and, after a second, his lips brushed my cheek. Only Zayne, who knew what I could do to anyone with a soul, would dare to get that close. “Okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered, closing my eyes against the familiar burn. “I won’t.”
CHAPTER THREE
By lunch the following day, I still wasn’t seeing any souls, but an idea occurred to me as I pretended to pay attention in English class while the teacher lectured on the consequences of reckless love in Romeo and Juliet.
I hadn’t seen a demon in days and maybe something would be different about them, too. Made sense. Sort of. If humans were suddenly absent their souls, maybe I’d also see some difference in demons, who didn’t have souls to begin with.
While Stacey organized her broccoli into a demented smiley face, I sent Nicolai a quick text letting him know to pick me up at Dupont Circle. He’d get it when he woke up and since he wasn’t aware of what was going on with me, it wouldn’t seem strange to him. To Zayne, it would be a different story, but I’d fill him in when I got home.
“No excitement in bio class today?” Sam asked, spearing his broccoli with his plastic fork.
Stacey shook her head. “Nope, but Mrs. Cleo wasn’t there.”
“The poor woman probably had a stroke.” I pushed my veggies around the slop of mystery meat. “We had a sub today—a Mr. Tucker.”
She grinned at me. “And he was hot and young.”
“Really?” Sam asked. Before she could respond, he leaned across the table, smoothing his thumb along the top of her cheek.
Stacey stilled.
I froze.
Sam grinned as he brushed his finger along her cheekbone again. “Got it.” He sat back.
“Got it?” Stacey murmured.
I started to smile.
“Eyelash,” he explained, his gaze fixed on her. “Did you know lashes keep dust out of your eyes?”
“Uh-huh.” Stacey nodded.
He chuckled. “No, you didn’t.”
“Yeah,” she whispered.