of sorts. But now that he's dead... “How?” I whisper.
Khristos shakes his head. “It happened a long time ago, and right now it doesn't matter. What matters is you.” His eyes hold mine as he says, “I'm an incubus, Livvy. So was my brother. That makes you part succubus.”
Chapter Eleven
I stare at Khrisos as if he's grown two heads. Did he really just tell me he's a demon, which in turn makes me part demon? A succubus demon to be exact. At first, I'm struck speechless before I grow appalled. Anger slowly builds up, and my fists clench at my sides. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Resignation sweeps across his face as he rubs his clean-shaven jaw. “I knew this part would be difficult.”
“After everything I've been through, you resort to playing stupid mind games with me?” I fight back the sting of tears behind my eyes. I'm so infuriated that I want to scream. Why is it so hard to get a straight answer around here? God, just a little honesty would go a long ways with me.
“Livvy, it's not a game. I wouldn't mess with your head like that.” The corners of his eyes have tightened ever so slightly, and his posture is growing rigid.
“Oh, really? Because you and Roman have been messing with me since I got here. Don't think I didn't notice how you guys were keeping things from me. I know my room was prepared long before Brad attacked me,” I accuse as I fold my arms over my chest a bit defensively.
Khristos shifts on the couch so that he’s facing me directly. “I wanted you to have what you like. I didn't realize you'd recognize it all.”
My eyes narrow. “It doesn't surprise you that I figured it out. Trace did in fact steal that napkin, didn't he?”
He grimaces. “I needed to know where your head was at.”
The anger I feel, mixed with anxiety, replaces the weakness I'd felt moments ago. I jump to my feet and begin to pace. Khristos stands as well, his hands settling in his pants pockets as he watches me intently. He's silent, allowing me to work out my thoughts instead of trying to control the situation. I'm sure it has nothing to do with kindness. It's all about wanting to know where my head is at. Why give away all the answers if I'm not asking the correct questions, right?
“You're crazy!” I blurt out.
“I can prove what you are, Livvy,” he says as he stands there calmly, looking cool and collected while my world is going to pieces.
I point my finger at him. “You, stay away from me. What the hell did you do to my mom to get her to sign over guardianship? You had to have done something to her, because she wouldn't sign me over to a total nut case.”
A muscle ticks in his jaw, a tell-tale sign that my insults are getting to him. “I know you're confused, and I understand why you would be. It's a lot to take in if you're not from our world. This is why I wanted to wait.”
“Please stop with the games. I just want the truth,” I whisper as I gaze at the stranger before me. I thought I was kind of getting to know him, but it turns out he's a total freak. I'm lucky he hasn't tried to hurt me with as long as I've been here. The second I'm out of this office, I'm leaving.
“I'm not playing games with you.” He motions to the couch. “Will you sit down so that I can explain?”
Hell no. I cross my arms again and give him a look. “Where's my mom?”
“Your mom is the least of your worries, Livvy.”
“My mom is my biggest concern. The fact that you won't let me search for her says a whole hell of a lot. Just tell me the truth, Khristos. Where is she?”
“I don't know.”
“Stop lying!” I yell.
He gives me an unsettling look. “Stop yelling.”
It's then that I realize just how dire the situation is. This man believes he's a demon. He thinks I'm a demon. Yelling at him and making him mad is going to make everything worse. If he can believe the things he's telling me, he could very well turn psycho and attack me in a fit of anger. My need to challenge him dissipates like the air bursting from a deflating balloon. I need to be smart about this. He wants me to listen to him,