Page 61 of Demon Apathy: Sunderverse
“For what?”
“Bringing me here to save me.”
I shook my head. “You brought yourself here.”
“You allowed it. If you had saidno, I would’ve understood if you'd decided not to involve your family.”
“But you knew I would say yes. You made sure Dani knew what to do.” He had put that book in my sister’s path because he’d expected something like this to happen. I didn’t know how to feel about that.
“It was a gamble. Your sister is a very talented healer. I knew she would master the skill. What I didn’t know was how you would react if the need arose.”
“You think I would let you die?”
He sighed. “In my experience, the demon is always expendable. When you’re assumed to be inherently bad, people tend to saygood riddance.” That beautiful light had returned to his eyes and seemed enhanced by the sunlight peeking through the clouds.
I ached to reach out and touch him, tell him how I felt about him, to let him know that if he died, I would die too. But I could never tell him those things, so I just turned away and lay on the grass, arms crossed under my head, my interlaced hands serving as pillows.
“I couldn’t have you die—not when the world depends on us,” I said, using a casual tone.
“Father would have simply replaced me.”
“What?!” My head snapped in his direction.
“I have no shortage of siblings. I’m the oldest, but far from the only one.”
My mind staggered with the information. No wonder he felt expendable. For some reason, I found myself getting angry.
My voice rose. “To be clear, I will not work with anyone else but you.”
The words carried out as if intended for someone else’s ears. Lucifer’s, perhaps? I had really grown a pair if I suddenly felt like I could give warnings to the king of Hell. Maybe I should check inside my pants to make sure I didn’t have gonads instead of ovaries.Ew!
Drevan chuckled. “I appreciate the sentiment.”
“At any rate, you’re welcome,” I said. “If it comes to it again, which I hope it doesn’t, I would help save you again.”
“Much obliged.”
I close my eyes, enjoying the cool November breeze. “Tell me about the dagger. What’s so special about it that it can kill you?”
“Swiftglory is one of the few weapons forged in heavenly fire but tempered with ill-intent.”
“The dagger has a name?”
Drevan nodded. “My father created it and named it while he was still withHim. In fact, the crafting of such weapons was one of the reasons they quarreled in the beginning. My father saw that humans could kill each other, and he set out to figure out if he could do the same to angels.”
Wow, Lucifer had really stirred the pot. I turned on my side and leaned on my bent elbow.
“So before that, there was nothing that could kill angels.”
“Correct.”
“They were truly immortal, and then they were not.”
“Yes.”
“Could it kill…Him?” Was I really asking that? What was wrong with me?
My gaze flicked toward the sky, searching for a bolt of lightning coming to smite me, but all I saw were fluffy clouds underlined in a soft orange hue.
