Beautiful Redemption
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Love was how all these knots started to unravel in the first place.
“You brought it,” I called across to Abraham.
“And you’ve brought him.” Abraham’s eyes narrowed at the sight of John. “There’s my boy. I’ve been so worried.”
John tensed. “I’m not your boy. And you’ve never cared about me, so you can stop pretending.”
“That’s not true.” Abraham acted hurt. “I’ve put a great deal of energy into you.”
“Too much, if you ask me,” Hunting said.
“No one did,” Abraham snapped.
Hunting clenched his jaw and flicked his cigarette into the grass. He didn’t look pleased. Which meant he would probably take that anger out on someone who didn’t deserve it and didn’t expect it. We were all plausible candidates.
John looked disgusted. “You mean treating me like a slave and using me to do your dirty work? Thanks, but I’m not interested in the kind of energy you put into things.”
Abraham stepped forward, his black string tie blowing in the breeze. “I don’t care what interests you. You serve a purpose, and when you stop serving it, you won’t be useful to me anymore. I think we both know how I feel about things that aren’t of any use to me.” He smirked. “I watched Sarafine burn to death, and the only thing that bothered me was the ash on my jacket.”
He was telling the truth. I had watched my mother burn, too. Not that I thought of Sarafine that way. But hearing Abraham talk about her like that made me feel something, even if I didn’t know what.
Sympathy? Compassion?
Do I feel sorry for the woman who tried to kill me? Is that possible?
John had told me that Abraham hated Casters as much as Mortals. I hadn’t believed him until that moment. Abraham Ravenwood was cold, calculating, and evil. He really was the Devil, or the closest thing I’d ever met.
I watched as John raised his head high and called to Abraham. “Just give my friends the Book, and I’ll leave with you. That was the deal.”
Abraham laughed, the Book still safely tucked under his arm. “The terms have changed. I think I’ll keep it after all.” He nodded at Link. “And your new friend.”
Ridley stopped sucking on her lollipop. “You don’t want him. He’s worthless—trust me.” She was lying.
Abraham knew it, too. A vicious smile spread across his face. “As you wish. Then we can feed him to Hunting’s dogs. When we get home.”
There was a time when Link would’ve backed up, scared out of his mind. But that was before John bit him and his life changed. Before Ethan died and everything changed.
I watched Link standing next to John now. He wasn’t going anywhere, even if he was afraid. That Link was long gone.
John tried to step in front of him, but Link held out his arm. “I can defend myself.”
“Don’t be stupid,” John snapped. “You’re only a quarter Incubus. That makes you half as strong as me, without the Caster blood.”
“Boys.” Abraham snapped his fingers. “This is all very moving, but it’s time to get going. I have things to do and people to kill.”
John squared his shoulders. “I’m not going anywhere with you unless you give them the Book. I’ve come into contact with some powerful Casters lately. I make my own choices now.”
John collected powers the way Abraham collected victims. Ridley’s Power of Persuasion, even some of my abilities as a Natural. Not to mention the ones he absorbed from all the other Casters who unknowingly touched him. Abraham had to be wondering whose power John had tapped into.
Still, I started to panic. Why hadn’t we taken John back down into the Tunnels to collect a few more? Who was I to think we could take on Abraham?
Hunting glanced at Abraham, and a flash of recognition passed between them—a secret they shared.
“Is that so?” Abraham dropped The Book of Moons at his feet. “Then why don’t you come over here and take it?”
John had to know it was some kind of trick, but he started walking anyway.
I wished Liv were here to see how brave he was. Then again, I was glad she wasn’t. Because I could barely stand to watch him take another step closer to the ancient Incubus, and I wasn’t the girl who loved him.
Abraham held out his hand and flicked his wrist, like he was turning a doorknob.
With that one motion, everything changed. Instantly, John grabbed his head like someone had just cracked it open from the inside, and dropped to his knees.
Abraham kept his arm in front of him, closing his fist slowly, and John jerked violently, screaming in pain.
“What the hell?” Link grabbed John’s arm and yanked him to his feet.
John could barely stand. He swayed, trying to regain his balance.
Hunting laughed. Ridley was still standing next to him, and I could see the lollipop shaking in her hand.
I tried to think of a Cast, anything that would stop Abraham, even for a second.
Abraham stepped closer, gathering up the bottom of his coat to keep it from dragging in the mud. “Did you think I would create something as powerful as you if I couldn’t control it?”
John froze, his green eyes fearful. He squinted hard, trying to fight the pain. “What are you talking about?”
“I think we both know,” Abraham said. “I made you, boy. Found the right combination—the parentage I needed—and created a new breed of Incubus.”