attentively while I again told the events of the night. I finished by asking, “Tell me, is there anything that will harm a fallen angel? Anything I can use against Falon to get him to tell me where she is.”
“Silver,” he replied calmly. “Pure silver will harm him as it will demons. Do you have a plan? If you allow your emotion to drive your decisions, it could backfire.”
“My emotion is what will get me through this. I can’t let her continue this killing spree. I’d rather hand myself over to her than watch more people die.”
“Let’s not get hasty. That’s exactly what she wants. I’m sorry to say this Alexa, but if she breaks her curse, so many more will die. Starting with you, I’m sure.” The clink of bottles in the background made me wonder if he was out drinking. It seemed to be the norm for him.
“I think I might have something I can use against her. I’ll fill you in when I know for sure. Is there a way for me to summon Falon? To force him to come to me?” I could almost feel his hesitation on the other end.
“In a manner of speaking, yes. But, you don’t want to do that, Alexa. It’s dangerous. He would seek revenge.”
A thought struck me. Lilah had messaged my phone. If the number she used was from a burner phone, I’d be screwed. If it wasn’t, however, it would be traceable right to her.
“I’m going to find Lilah, and as a last resort, I’ll use Falon to do it whether you tell me or not, Willow,” I declared, the wheels in my brain turning. “I have to confront her. The sooner the better.”
“Fine. I’m going to be there if you summon him.”
He wouldn’t be swayed despite my reluctance. It couldn’t hurt to have someone like Willow watching my back. I’d seen Falon’s power; fallen angels were not to be tangled with lightly. Yet, I didn’t feel right about bringing another person into my battle.
As we debated, I clicked around on the laptop and opened Veryl’s main folder. So many files were still unread. Until I’d absorbed every damn word in every damn file, I was determined to find that golden nugget of information, the gem that made Veryl’s death mean something. Otherwise, I’d killed him just to get my rocks off, which is what it essentially had been.
“I’ll call you back,” I said, distracted. “Don’t worry. I won’t get myself killed without my loaded guardian angel there to drunkenly back me up.”
“Hey,” Willow protested with a laugh. “I’m not always drunk. I just like to take the edge off.”
“Whatever you say.”
I ended the call and gave my full attention to the screen before me. With coffee in hand, I readied myself for as many hours as it took to weed through every word. I found something almost immediately that had me spewing coffee in shock.
Kale Sinclair’s brief history as a werewolf gives him a natural ability to understand the beasts. He knows their strengths and weaknesses. Though his mental stability is at times questionable, his loyalty is sound. His only flaw is his obsession with his sire. Given enough time, he shows much promise in assisting us with integrating shifters into the fold.
I reread the passage several times before it sank in. The tears I’d been fighting all night burst forth in an ugly crimson flood. Blood stained my hands as I raced to wipe them away. It didn’t make any sense. It just didn’t.
You never should have done this. The blood bond is not meant for one as free spirited as you. Kale’s words from almost a year ago echoed inside my head. I struggled to accept what I’d just read. Had the change to vampire destroyed his wolf?
“Why didn’t you tell me, you motherfucker?” I cursed as the blood tears streamed silently down my face.
So many things fell into place. Kale had been my partner since Veryl recruited me. Now, it seemed obvious why. He was babysitting the new wolf, keeping an eye on me because he used to be one. When I rose as a vampire, I was going to lose my wolf.
I shook my head vigorously, praying that it wasn’t true. Suspicions flitted through my mind. I’d attributed Kale’s attraction to a metaphysical lure based on vampire power and energy manipulation. Perhaps it was his wolf all along. Maybe he saw in me what had been stolen from him.
The file went on to describe