Page 32 of Love Lives
"So we need to find the last stone. Then we can tell him not to kill you too."
That sounded so ridiculous. Talk to God and tell him not to kill me… I was torn between heaving sobs and hysterical laughter. So I opted for neither. I opted for complete denial instead. It was the only way to keep myself together.
Besides, there was no evidence that this was a message from the God of Death at all. That was only an assumption Puck had made, and the longer I thought about it, the more something about it just seemed…off… to me.
"Before you have your little chat," Puck said, "take a moment to consider."
"Consider what?" I asked, trying to wrench my focus back onto the conversation.
"What outcome you actually desire," the witch elaborated. "What happens when this prophecy is fulfilled? All vampires die? While that might solve your problem, it'll also create some new ones for your family. I very much doubt every one of them would be happy with an ending like that."
I hated that he was right about that. I especially hated knowing that I would miss the vampires in this house too. I didn't want them all to die. Really, I only wanted the ones on the outside to leave us alone.
Next to me, Elle tensed, then straightened. "That's why it's so important we talk to this God. Maybe we can make him spare the good ones."
Bless Elle. She'd always been the quick-thinker between the two of us.
"We need to get our hands on that stone," I concluded. “That has to be our main priority.”
"We could use the Seeker Stone to find it," Elle suggested, because apparently, she was just full of good ideas today.
"I can do it," I offered.
It was my life on the line, after all.
Chapter Fourteen
Aldrich hadn't beento his favorite club in weeks. Not since before the fire had happened--before Remy had been hospitalized. It looked different now. The lights were off, and no noise came from inside.
"Didn't you hear?" someone called out. "Staff's on vacation."
Aldrich turned to the source of the sound, and found a young man perched up on the flat roof, white hair shining in the moon-light, legs dangling down. "If they're on vacation, what are you doing here?" Aldrich shot back.
"Waiting for stragglers like you." He grinned.
"Don't you have anything better to do?" Aldrich eyed the stranger a little more closely. It wasn't a vamp. The vibe was all wrong, and there was this scent in the air… almost as if the other man had bathed himself in milk and honey Aldrich wrinkled his nose. Great. He was dealing with an incubus. Incubi were either super fun or super annoying. There was no in-between. And Aldrich already had a hunch what end of the scale this one occupied.
"It's so hard to find vampires these days," the stranger whined. "You're the first one I've seen in aweek.They're all too busy to play now."
"Busy doing what?" Aldrich asked, trying to keep his demeanor nonchalant. He'd been hoping to meet up with some old friends here tonight, listen in on some conversations to get back up to date with what was going on in the world of the paranormal, but maybe he could get information out of this kid too.
"What?" the stranger asked. "They haven't recruited you yet?"
"We've already established that I'm out of the loop."
"There's this vampire overlord everyone's been twittering about. Well, not actual Twitter, but you know what I mean." He raised an eyebrow suggestively and Aldrich had absolutely no idea what he meant, but he wasn't going to admit that.
"Just come down from there, kid. I'm getting a crick in my neck here."
"Sorry, old man."
Aldrich wondered if the kid realized that being called old was a compliment to a vampire, even if he probably hadn't meant it that way. He watched the stranger jump off the roof and land gracefully on his feet in front of him. "Name's Rex, by the way," he introduced himself.
"That's a dog's name."
"It means king."
"I'm pretty sure it means bring me that stick."
