Blood of Night by Emily Goodwin

Author:Emily Goodwin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Emily Goodwin

Chapter

Twenty-Two

The soft thudding of my boots on the cobblestone echo off the walls. I’m on my way to meet Evander in his office, oracle in hand. Tabatha’s words repeat in my head, and I know she’s right. As long as I’m alive, a demon will see me as a tool to use to help them win the war against the angels, Lucifer included.

If my aunts and uncles swear to look over and protect me, it will make the demons think twice. Paimon might be too much for one archangel to take on, but all of them? He wouldn’t stand a chance.

But getting my not-so-holy aunts and uncles to agree to first not kill me and then second to protect me? Hah. I have a better chance asking Death to let me ride double with him and terrorize a few villages. Binx shadows along next to me, and my mind drifts back to when my father fought his own brother. The clash of wings, the explosion of energy…it was terrifying.

Remiel first tried to kill me—the abomination—and then went after my father for protecting me. He did it out of duty and I know many others will side with him. Other than my father, I have Lucifer on my side and he’s not the most popular with his siblings from the start.

“Knock-knock,” I say, stopping outside Evander’s open door.

“Good morning,” he says, looking up from papers he’s grading. “Did you stay up all night?”

“Hah. Not this time. My new alarm clock is rather persistent though.”

“How is my little god-witch doing today?”

“She’s perfect.” I can’t help but smile when I talk about her. “And busy being spoiled rotten.”

“Ah, Mother has her.”

“I’m pretty sure she’s already showing her off to all the witches in the library. Apparently, they finished the fairytale book last time she was here and now needs something more serious to read.”

Evander chuckles. “Yes, because every three-week-old needs to hear about the serious nature of black magic.”

“Hey, gotta start her young.” I close the door and hold out the black velvet bag. “I found the oracle Julian had been searching for.”

“So I heard.” Evander comes over and takes the bag, carefully and curiously taking the stone out.

“From whom?”

“Kristy filled me in on everything last night.”

My brows go up. “Because she spent the night in your bed?”

“Will you stop with that?” Evander gives me an annoyed look. “She’s like a sister to me.”

“Don’t say that and deny true love.”

“Do you want my help or not?”

“Fine,” I huff. “Any idea how to get that thing to work? It’s supposedly cursed, but it doesn’t feel cursed, does it?”

“Not at all.” He sets it on his desk and opens a drawer, pulling out a black crystal hanging on a chain. He holds it over the scarab, waiting a bit before reading the energy. “Whatever this has is well contained.”

“That’s what I thought too.”

“When we were researching the Underworld in the library, I came across a section about how the witches and warlocks of the time would communicate with the gods.

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