and the world. That road was long, treacherous, and unlikely to lead to a happy ending for me.
“Is it even possible to get rid of the Towers?” I murmured, talking to myself.
Of course you can. The man who destroys Lilith can do anything in this world.
The demon’s words reminded me that I had another task waiting for me that I’d rather not think about. Zyrus still had its little black heart set on me destroying the Queen of the Monsters. I wasn’t sure how the fuck I was going to accomplish that feat, but that seemed a little more possible than the road I currently faced against the Towers. I might just be reassured by the idea that Zyrus had already read in the future that I had the ability to take Lilith down. It was too much to hope that such a thing was possible.
“And become a murderer in the process,” I muttered, dropping my head into my hand.
Murderer for some, but savior for your world.
I would happily give my last breath to save the world for Trixie and my child. But then dying was easy. Was I willing to become a murderer for my love?
Serah called, jerking me from my dark thoughts. She said it was safe to return to the scene of the crime now that the cops had arrived and locked the place down.
Glancing around Simon’s old room, I sighed. I needed to stop spending time here. It wasn’t good for my state of mind. I also needed to stay focused on the problems directly in front of me. If I could catch the killers, the city would be safe and I could turn my full attention to Trixie. Maybe then it would be time for me to part ways with Zyrus. It might not be too keen on the idea, but I didn’t think hanging around with a demon was good for my health.
CHAPTER 7
Night had claimed the city when I crawled back to my apartment. The investigation at the crime scene had taken longer because of the changes made by the killer. I kept my mouth shut about the fact that they were now looking at the chaos created by two separate killers. The Low Town police didn’t need to chase after the other asshole. I was still trying to figure out how a pair of warlocks was going to take these lunatics down. Humans didn’t have a chance.
When Serah dropped me off, she promised that she’d follow up with me as soon as possible. She was confident that we’d get closer to the killer now because she was sure she could establish a link between the victims and the killer. I just pitied them. How could you piss someone off so much that this was the result? The world had enough of pain and death already.
Rubbing my eyes, I shoved my key in the lock and froze. Someone was in my apartment. I could feel them on the other side of the wall. Their energy was warm and inviting, though the occupants felt agitated, as if they were anxious about my arrival. Very carefully, I probed the room to find that Trixie was in the living room along with . . . her brother.
My heart stopped for a second and I leaned my head forward to rest it against the door. I didn’t want to move forward. Hell, I wanted to back away and go hide at Asylum, where I could bullshit with Bronx and pretend that my girlfriend wasn’t leaving me. But they would have heard the key going into the lock. They could probably hear me breathing. I didn’t get the choice of acting like a coward.
Turning the key in the lock, I stepped into my living room to find Trixie sitting on the edge of the couch with her hands folded tightly in her lap. Her brother Eldon was prowling my dining room and kitchen, a scowl on his face. I scowled back at him. We’d never actually gotten along. I think it had to do with the fact that I was a warlock and that I was the reason his sister had chosen to stay in Low Town rather than returning to her people. Of course, I was the one who had saved their race, so you’d think he’d cut me a little slack, but not this prick.
Carefully closing the door behind me, I walked over to the dining room table and draped my coat over the back of