his finger on the book beneath his hand. "That I can believe." He huffed and dragged a hand over his face. He was struggling to tell me whatever it was he needed to tell me.
"Just tell me." I sat down at the table and glanced at the spines of the books. 'Prophecy of Zaphkiel.' 'Of Fire and Ice.' And several others that were in Latin. It seemed our conversation wasn't to see about making my visions come true.
"There are things you haven't been told." Dex began pacing before me rather than sitting at the table with me. "Things that should have been explained to you as soon as you got here. But their so damn stubborn." He growled and jerked his hands in the air. "Everything has to be done in order and by the book. They don't realize that they're messing with people's lives. They're fallen Angel's for Lucifer's sake! Breaking the rules are kind of their MO."
I frowned as I watched Dex rant and rave. I didn't know if I liked him this way. Though, I did agree that all these rules for a group of Angels who rebelled against God was pretty silly.
"Dex." I half stood and reached for him. "What is it?"
Stepping out of my reach, Dex stalked over to the table. "You weren't an accident, Elle." He threw open one of the books and showed me the passage on the so-called savior or destroyer Ayden had told me about on day one.
"What about it?" I asked confused.
"Elle, your dad didn't fall in love with your mom. He picked her specifically based on a vision Sarah had." My mouth dropped open as he continued to shatter my existence into a million pieces. "He knew he could get her pregnant and that's why he picked her. He was ordered by Lucifer to make you. A Nephilim who was more angel than human. One who had less limits on their on their powers. One who could turn the tide of this ongoing battle between heaven and hell. The Watcher."
A vague remembrance of the painting Ayden had shown me flashed in my head. The Watcher? Me? No way.
I shook my head in disbelief, pushing away from the table and waving my hands by my head. "You're wrong. It can't be me." I gave a bitter laugh and turned back to him. "I can't even have visions like a normal psychic. All I see is death and destruction."
"And in their wake destruction and death shall fall around them like rain. That will be the bringer of light. The savior who will cleanse the world or destroy it." Dex tapped the book with his finger once more. "It's all here, Elle. You aren't here because the angels want to kill you like the rest of us." He took a step toward me pain in his expression as he explained. "You're here so that Lucifer can make sure that you are on our side when everything goes down. Your dad, Azazel, they didn't want you to know. They wanted you to figure out your powers on your own." He took my hands in his but this time I was too numb by the realization of what he said to even react to the vision. "The mark your dad put on you was to hide you from the angel as well as keep your powers in check until they were ready."
I stared down at my hand where his thumb traced where the mark had been. It had all been a lie. From the very beginning, he hadn't loved her. He hadn't even tried to save her. He only came around to make sure that his precious weapon was where it was supposed to be.
My chest heaved rapidly as I drew in short breaths of air. Something inside of me built. It roared and raged, and I feared if it didn't come out I'd burn up from the insides.
"Let me go." I pulled my hands away from Dex, but he held on tight locking eyes with me. "I need to- I don't know what's-"
Understanding crossed Dex face and he pulled me close. "Let it go. You can't hurt me."
Not understanding what he meant I held onto to him tight my eyes squeezed closed as the ball inside of wound tighter and tighter until finally it broke.
Wind licked at my skin and the scent of burnt wood filled my nose. A weight on my chest had lifted and with it I pulled away from Dex,