Rage and Ruin by Jennifer L. Armentrout Page 0,155
grace roar through me. “All I want to know is how to break the wards trapping the spirits in that school—”
“You don’t want to know about Misha?” he interrupted.
My heart faltered.
“What he told me about you—I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” he said, picking up on Zayne’s quiet advance from behind. “I’m in a charitable mood, Protector. Do not test it.”
“I’m in a murderous mood,” Zayne snarled. “Please do test it.”
“If you force me to kill you, I have a feeling everything will go south quickly.”
“The fact you think you can kill me just proves how far south things have already gone,” Zayne shot back. “You may be a Trueborn, but you touched Trinity, and that alone gives me more than enough strength to shatter every pathetic bone in your body, one by one. I won’t kill you, though.”
“No. You won’t.”
“I’ll just force you onto your shattered kneecaps, so she can deliver the death blow.”
God.
I wanted to kiss Zayne, right here and now.
“Speaking of delivering death blows,” he countered, focusing on me. “Interesting you and I can tick killing our Protectors off on our shared-experiences list.”
“I don’t care what you have to say about Misha,” I said, and I almost believed myself. “I want to know how to break the wards.”
“Jealousy is a terrible thing,” he said instead. “That was Misha’s sin. Envy. He was told he was special, and he was dying to believe that. Literally.”
I stiffened.
“It’s such a human emotion.” He shrugged. “I want you to know my name.”
“I want you to just answer my damn question,” I snapped.
“My name is Sulien—”
“For real?” Zayne cracked. “Sullen? That’s your name?”
He sighed. “Not the way you’re thinking it’s spelled.”
“That’s a fitting name,” I said. “You seem like the kind of guy who strums the guitar, but only knows a few chords and waxes poetic about the girl you loved but who didn’t know you existed. Sullen and moody and cold. A real life of the party. Is that why you want to bring on the end times? Because you’re stuck with the name Sulien?”
“Actually, I’ve never loved anyone. Not even my Protector,” Sulien replied. “And I’m not bringing on the end times. I’m just here for the ride.”
“Uh-huh,” Zayne muttered. “So, Sulien, where’s Bael been hiding?”
“Someplace safe.”
“Safe from what?” he asked.
“Those who wish to do him harm. Like you.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You’re protecting a demon?”
Sulien chuckled. “Funny you of all people would ask that, but I’m protecting the plan.”
“What plan?” I demanded.
“The one Misha died for.”
My chest seized.
“Speaking of Misha, he was exactly how you just described me, but you never saw that side of him. That would mean you’d actually thought about him instead of yourself.”
That barb was a direct hit.
“I have a feeling you didn’t know him at all,” Sulien continued. “That he did actually love you at some point.”
“You need to shut up,” Zayne warned.
“But then it all turned to hate,” he went on. “That’s why you were able to kill him. I won’t be that easy, because I don’t hate you, Trinity. I feel nothing regarding you, but you hate me.”
The corners of my vision turned white as golden light powered down my arm, the sword taking shape rapidly. Angry, hissing sparks bit into the air. “You’re right. I do hate you.”
“All that rage...” Sulien sighed as if it pleasured him. “It will be your ruin.”
Zayne lunged toward him, but Sulien dipped and spun away. I charged forward, but he was fast, moving like a streak of lightning. One moment he was between Zayne and I, and then he was on the ledge.
“I can’t break the wards,” he said. “Because I didn’t place them there.”
“Bullshit.” I stalked forward, holding the sword to the side as Zayne rose up, wings stretching out. “I know what you are. You’re the Harbinger.”
Sulien laughed, the sound like ice falling. “I’m the tool of retribution and you’re the weapon of destruction. Those are our labels and the roles we must play.”
“Do you always speak like you’ve lost all touch with reality?” Zayne asked. “Jesus. And I thought demons liked to hear themselves talk.”
He snorted. “I was feeling charitable. You should’ve asked why I’ve collected all those souls. You should’ve asked why I haven’t killed you. You should’ve asked what the final role you play is. But I know I’ll see you again, Trinity, and when I do, it would be wise for you to come alone.”
Before I could do anything—speak, go for him or take another breath—he tipped