Uriel gave a sharp shake of his head. “No.”
Victor wasn’t convinced. “Uriel.”
“I don’t blame myself for his death,” Uriel assured his companion, unable to hide the bitterness in his voice. “I blame the Jinn for keeping me alive.”
Chapter 2
Victor was predictably baffled by the blunt confession. “What the hell does that mean?”
“After Johan was destroyed the Jinn appeared in front of me.” Uriel had a vivid memory of the demon who had taken human shape, although there was nothing human in the lethally beautiful face and the slanted lavender eyes that held an unearthly fury. “I tried to fight, but I was no match for him.”
Victor’s fingers gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze. “The only way to hurt a Jinn is to destroy his tiglia.”
Uriel nodded. Victor had discovered during his battle with the Jinn that the demon’s actual essence was kept in a wooden box. At the time, however, Uriel had only known that his fierce blows had done nothing but amuse the bastard.
“He could have killed me. Instead . . .” The words became lodged in his throat.
“What?”
Stepping back, Uriel yanked his sweatshirt over his head to expose his chest.
“Instead he grabbed me by the throat and used his other hand to do this.”
The this was the thick scar in the shape of a fist that was seared into his flesh.
Victor made a sound of shock as he caught sight of the disfigurement for the first time. Uriel had always been careful never to be seen without a shirt. Even when he was with his lovers. He didn’t want nosy questions.
And there would most certainly be questions.