Wings of the Wicked (19 page)

She was silent and her expression remained still as stone, but slightly curious. Then she softened, her lips relaxing from the tight line she’d drawn them into, and the color of her eyes dimmed to normal. “All right,” she said at last. “Ellie.”

Will and Nathaniel returned, and relief washed over me. Nathaniel tossed a book onto the desk and plopped down heavily.

“I’ve got nothing,” he said dismally. “The book I was looking for is gone from my collection, and I don’t know where it is. I have another book of angelic magic, but this volume has nothing on what’s contained within the grimoire. The author probably doesn’t know any more than we do about Enochian spells.”

Will frowned apologetically at me. “It doesn’t mention a spell to give an angel or one of the Fallen corporeal form, so we still don’t know if it’s even possible.”

“We need to find this grimoire,” I said. “Or at least the copy.” Inside, I tried not to be angry for not remembering any of the spells myself. Gabriel would know what to do.
Ellie
, on the other hand…

“Ava,” Will said, “can you and Sabina look into this? You keep in contact with more relic guardians than I’m able to. Someone has to have heard something.”

“The reaper we met at Zane’s?” Her mouth twitched into a brief grimace before all emotion washed from her expression. “Why not Marcus?”

“I don’t trust Marcus with something like this,” Will admitted. “He’s a great fighter and I’d feel confident that he’s got my back, but on a mission for something like this, he would get … distracted.”

Ava’s lips tightened. “All right. Sabina would be a wise choice for a partner.”

I pulled out my phone to check the time, but it was dead. I’d completely forgotten to charge it when I got home from the party. I searched the walls in the office for a clock and spotted it behind me. It was almost ten. My eyes bulged. I would be able to conceal myself within the Grim, but hiding my car in broad daylight would prove impossible. “I really have to go. I have to sleep and somehow get back into my house without my parents noticing.”

Will laid a hand on my arm. “I’ll walk you out.”

I smiled to the others as I rose from my chair. “See you later. Thank you, Ava.”

She gave me a shallow nod of solidarity.

Will followed close behind me as we left the library and headed out to my car. The sun was bright, but there was a bitter chill in the air. The snow last night had left a light dusting on the parking lot pavement. I dug my keys out of my bag, and they slipped right through my fingers and hit the ground. I groaned as I reached for them, but Will had already swept low and picked them up for me.

“Are you too tired to drive?” he asked gently, watching me carefully as I unlocked my car and opened the door.

“I’m fine,” I said. “Really. It’s not a far drive and it’s Sunday, so there won’t be too much traffic.”

He studied my face for a few moments and lifted a hand to stroke my cheek. “I meant it when I said you were amazing last night.”

“Thanks. So were you.”

His eyes fell to my lips briefly. Then he stepped back and pulled the car door open wider. “Get some rest.”

I sat down, threw my bag in the passenger seat, and slid my seat belt over me. I looked up at him. “You too. I mean it.”

He grinned. “I’m invincible.”

I rolled my eyes. “That kind of thinking gets you killed.”

He gave a soft laugh. “Have a good day, Ellie.”

When I drove away, I was smiling.

I sneaked back into the house and crept up the stairs to my room, shocked not to have run into my parents. I set my things down on my bed and let out a sigh. It was in that moment that I heard shuffling, and then footsteps darting up the stairs. Before I could even think, the door burst open and my mom appeared, her expression wild and her hands covering her mouth in surprise.

Oh, no.

“Richard!” she called out breathlessly. “She’s back!”

My heart stopped and my throat squeezed so tightly I couldn’t breathe. “Mom, I—”

She ran to me, pulling me into her arms and hugging me. When she let go, she took hold of both my shoulders and stared into my face. “Ellie! Where have you been? I came up to check on you after you went to bed and you were gone. You didn’t come back all night! You have no idea how worried your father and—”

“You worthless little bitch,” my father hissed as he stomped into my room and right toward me.

My mom and I stared at him in shock. I couldn’t believe what had just come out of his mouth.

“Richard!” Mom’s voice shook me back to the real world.

“Dad, I can explain—”

“Obviously you know where she’s been, Diane,” he said. “It’s time you opened your eyes to this.”

For a moment, I thought he really knew where I’d been. But that wasn’t possible. “What are you talking about?”

He moved fast. His hand was suddenly around my jaw, and he jerked my head side to side. “I’m shocked there are no hickeys.”

I wanted to throw up. I jerked away from him, rubbing my face where he’d held me so viciously, staring at him in disgust. “What is wrong with you?”

“That is out of line, Richard!” my mom growled, and put herself between us. She pushed his chest, forcing him to take a step back.

“Where else would she have been
all night
?” he shouted, inches from her face. “Obviously she was with that boy!”

While that wasn’t exactly untrue, I wasn’t with a boy for the reasons he was accusing me of.

My mom looked at me. “Is that true? Were you with Will? I thought you were done with that boy.”

That boy
. It was so wrong, so demeaning, the taste of the words like the shock of rancid milk on my tongue. If she only knew, if either of them only knew what
that boy
had done for me last night, a thousand nights before. I was so tired of lying. So tired of keeping all these secrets. They were killing me. I took a deep breath. “Yes, I was with Will.”

My mom’s mouth tightened, but her gaze was sympathetic. Behind her, my dad was laughing.

“You little
slut
!”

Before I could react, my mom wheeled around and open-palm slapped him so hard his head snapped to the side. He wasn’t laughing anymore.

“How
dare
you?” she screeched. “Never, ever, ever do you talk to your child that way.
Ever!
”

I knew I needed to say something, but I couldn’t speak. First I needed to inhale, but I still couldn’t breathe. I needed to defend myself, to stand up to my father, but I was afraid of him because he was my father. At last I found my voice.

“Get out,” I rasped. “Get the hell out of my room and out of my life. I don’t ever want to see you again.”

He turned to me, his face a toxic mixture of rage and amusement. “Oh? And how are you going to pull that off? This is my house!”

“Then I’ll leave.” My voice was steady, but cracking at its edges. “I can’t take this. I’m done with you.”

He got right up in my face. I could feel the heat radiating off him, and it was nauseating. “You’re done with
me
?”

I was too physically and emotionally exhausted to go any longer. My lip curled with disgust at him. “Get out of my face before I knock the teeth from your gums.”

Something flickered dark in his eyes. He lunged for me, hands outstretched, moving faster than I thought he was capable of. I whirled out of his reach in shock, but I felt his fingers rake my throat, and my mother’s screams deafened me. I watched him pass me and my mom dart between us, beating her fists on his chest, screaming at him.

“What is wrong with you?”
she shrieked, pounding his chest until he was backing toward my bedroom door. “Get out!
Out!
”

My lungs felt empty as my breaths became quicker and shallower, filling my head with cotton and making me ill. He’d just
attacked
me. I watched my mom force him from my room and slam the door in his face. She let out another furious scream before clutching her robe and fighting to steady her shaking body. I was dizzy—dizzy and bewildered by what had just happened.

Mom turned back to me, her face red and raw, her shoulders rigid with panic. “Are you all right?”

I stared at the door behind her. “No.”

“I’m going to leave him, baby,” she whispered. “Today I’m going to tell him I want a divorce.”

My heart shattered and rejoiced in the same moment. “Oh, Mom. I’m so sorry.”

She shook her head. “No. I needed to do it years ago. This was the last straw. I’m going to tell him to start packing and get out by the end of the month. He has to go.”

I swallowed hard. “I’m proud of you.”

“He’s nothing like the man I married,” she said. “So there’s no reason to be married to him if he’s going to hurt you. It’s one thing for him to treat me like that, but not my daughter.”

I stared at her, barely holding myself together, heartbeats away from falling apart. “I have to ground you, Ellie,” Mom said, still shaking. “You sneaked out of the house and you were gone all night. Rules aside, it’s just not safe. Don’t you understand how dangerous that is, or what could have happened?”

I nodded. I did understand her concern. Lots of girls disappeared every day, were hurt in car accidents, kidnapped by evil people. But I wasn’t just a girl—I had responsibilities that forced me to, at the very least, bend these rules and sometimes ignore my own instincts for self-preservation. I could confess to my mother about being out with Will all night, but I couldn’t confess to leaping off the top of a building to my near death.

“Last night there was a disturbance downtown,” she said shakily, and ice stabbed my spine. “When I saw it on the news this morning and you weren’t here, God, I’ve never been more terrified in my life. People are saying it was a hoax; some are saying it was a terrorist attack. Some witnesses got photos and video on cell phones, but the images are bright and confusing. I don’t even know what to believe. Some of the things the witnesses are saying they saw … it’s just impossible. It’s been all over the national news stations all morning.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering against my brain. “I’m sure it wasn’t what they’re saying.”

“The point is, Ellie,” my mom continued, “taking off in the middle of the night was not the best decision you’ve made. This is the second time you’ve run off with him—the second time that I know of, at least. First you’re not dating him, then you are, then you aren’t, then you are again. You’ll be off to college in the fall, and I won’t be able to give you any rules then. But judging by your actions and behavior since your senior year began, I don’t know if you’re ready for that kind of freedom, or if I can even trust you to make the right decisions. I love you. You’re my daughter, and I’m terrified for you.”

I fought the sob in my throat and said the most honest thing I’d felt since I turned seventeen. “I’m sorry, Mom. I just don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know where I’m going or who I am anymore.”

She scooped me into a tight, warm hug. “I know, baby. Everyone goes through this at your age. You have to discover who you are and who are the right people to keep in your life.”

“That’s just it,” I said, and the tears broke free, sliding down my cheeks and pooling in the corners of my mouth. “I’ve learned who I am, but I don’t believe it. It’s too much for me to handle. I can’t take the responsibility. It’s ruining me.”

“Oh, baby,” my mom cooed, stroking my hair. “I know it’s scary to grow up, but we all have to.”

Not me. I never get to. I pulled away from my mom and forced myself to look at her. “Thanks, Mom.”

She looked like she was in agony. “It’s my job.”

“I’m just going to stay in my room today, okay?” I asked. “I need to be alone.”

“Are things getting serious with Will?”

I almost laughed. The sound I made instead was cold and bitter. “Depends on how you look at it.”

“You know that if it gets that
kind
of serious,” she said tentatively, “you can come to me. You can talk to me about anything.”

I forced a smile, wishing that was true. For a moment, I wanted to tell her everything. About what really happened last night, about who Will really was, who I really was. She’d throw me into a psych ward without a doubt, but at least I wouldn’t have to lie anymore. “Okay.”

“Come down for lunch, okay? You won’t be grounded from eating.”

“Okay.” I wiped at my face, watching her leave and close the door behind her. Suddenly I felt the weight of having not slept for twenty-four hours and was desperate to crash.

I could sense him before he’d even appeared out of the Grim, his achingly familiar scent and presence washing over me like waterfall. A hand came from nowhere and took my wrist, but I didn’t fight him. He pulled me into him, his hands now gentle on my face and neck as he examined me for injury, his fingers moving along my jaw to lift my chin. His crystalline green eyes hardened at the sight of the fading red marks on my throat.

“I’m going to kill him,” Will snarled, biting back a rage that consumed him like fire. I’d never seen him more furious, but still he touched me as if my skin were made of glass. His control over that combination of emotions was frightening.

“No,” I said clearly and coldly. “He’s still my father. If I want him dead, I’ll do it myself.”

“I don’t care. No one touches you like that.”

“He’s human.”

“He’s a monster.”

If I had permitted it, he would’ve, without a doubt, gone after my dad. “You can’t protect me from everything,” I said gently.

“Yes, I can.” His shoulders eased as he took a long, tired breath. He brushed away my tears with his thumbs, and I closed my eyes at his touch, soaking in the kindness and pushing out the abuse I had just endured. I savored it. I closed the last few inches between our bodies until we touched, and I slid my hands up his back to hold him even tighter. I buried my face in his chest as his cheek touched my hair. He lifted my face and leaned over to kiss my temple, lips brushing my skin, and then he kissed my cheek. I pulled him closer, waiting for his lips to touch mine, but he stopped and his hands fell to my waist.