Blood Pact by Nazri Noor

Author:Nazri Noor [Noor, Nazri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nazri Noor
Published: 2019-06-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

“Nephilim,” Carver said, speaking the word with gravity.

“Bless you,” Sterling said.

Carver grimaced. “No, you fool. Nephilim. I find it difficult to believe that someone who’s lived as long as you have doesn’t know what that means.”

“You’re absolutely right. The word means nothing to me.” Sterling raised an eyebrow, his hands folded behind his head, waiting expectantly for Carver to continue.

Carver’s smile went from ear to ear. “Well, it should. It’s shorthand for a very specific kind of angel.”

Sterling’s innate speed kicked into high gear. He sprang to his feet and vaulted over the back of the couch before I’d even blinked. He huddled behind the backrest, peering over the top of it, staring terrified at the nephilim – Mason, that was his name – then accusingly at me and Herald.

“And you brought him home?” he hissed. “That’s like – like taking home a grenade.”

“Or an exploding dog,” I said. “Cool it, Sterling. I don’t think Mason wants to hurt any of us for the moment.”

Mason’s arms folded tighter, and his glare could have burned holes directly through my soul.

“Okay,” I muttered. “Mostly me. Maybe he wants to hurt me.”

Carver cleared his throat. “As I was saying, Mason here is a nephilim. Half human, and half angel.”

The living room filled with a thick silence for a moment, until Mason cut through it.

“Bullshit.”

“Oh?” Carver’s eyebrow arched dangerously. “And how else would you explain these circumstances? Your curious abilities, the fact that you were led all the way here by the imprint of your father’s divine energies? Of his blood?”

Mason rubbed his hands along his scalp, his eyes squeezed tight as he did his very best to process his predicament. This must have been how I looked when Thea first told me that I was a mage, spilled to me about the arcane underground.

“Someone who called himself an angel appeared to me,” Mason said slowly. “He told me that I should come to Valero, to seek out this Samyaza person. I thought it was all crazy talk, but I had to know for myself. So you’re saying that my mother was – well, was intimate with an angel? And then nine months later I happened?”

“Precisely,” Carver said.

Mason crumpled into the sofa, leaning deep into it and throwing his head back. “Jesus Christ,” he said.

“Well,” Carver said, chuckling, “not quite. Your father was a very important figure, however. A fallen angel, one of the Grigori, cast out of heaven for loving humanity.”

Sterling whistled. “For loving humanity a little too much, it sounds like.”

“Indeed,” Carver said. “But not just any Grigori, either. Samyaza was the leader of the fallen of heaven. Their king, if you will.”

Mason sat straight up, his eyes huge. “So what, I’m like some fallen angel prince?”

Carver didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. Mason gave a forlorn whine as he crumpled back into the couch.

“I didn’t want this,” he said. “I didn’t want any of this.”

I’ll tell you right now. In a different time, a different place? That could have been me saying those exact words on that couch.

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