Path of the Heretic (The Beholder Book 2) by Amberlake Ivan

Author:Amberlake, Ivan [Amberlake, Ivan]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Breakwater Harbor Books
Published: 2015-03-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Catherine hated it when Pariah ignored her. Like she was a toy he could play with and throw away. Like she was trash. He often made her feel dirty. But she had an ace she hadn’t played yet.

She’d warned Pariah of Damien so many times. Sneaky Transcendent. He didn’t hurt a soul among the Piccadilly Circus crowd. Not a single one. Filthy traitor.

In a fury, she pounded on the door to Pariah’s office, but no one answered. Narrowing her eyes, she entered the Sight and blinked at a massive bundle of Energy beyond. There was a Darksighted inside, but whoever it was didn’t say a word or move. Must be the new one, she thought.

She turned the doorknob and entered. A blond-haired man was sitting in a chair next to Pariah’s desk. He acknowledged her presence by jerking his head in her direction then turning away from her. Catherine passed him by, her lips curved in a sly smile as she looked at him askew.

“What are you staring at?” he growled, sending her an icy stare.

“Your name’s Björn, right? Björn Iwers.”

“Why do you care?” he snapped.

Catherine’s smile widened into an evil grin. “Cocky.” She came over to the window, acting with the grace of a panther that was about to pounce on her prey, but still giving it hope to get away.

“D’you know where Pariah is?” she asked.

He shook his head. “No.”

Catherine raised her eyebrows. “Did you enjoy tonight’s show?” she purred.

The man’s nostrils flared. “It made no sense. You didn’t let me kill anyone. You didn’t kill anyone. What the hell was that?”

“You’re hungry.” She smiled. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re going to be a great Dark One.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” he barked.

“We feed on dark feelings: fear, misery, despair. The more dark feelings are accumulated around us, the stronger we are. These feelings are easy to induce. We can make Unsighted shake like aspen leaves and we thrive on it, especially when there are lots of people in one place. Killing does not have the same effect.”

“Why’s that?” he asked, a spark of interest lit in his eyes.

“When you kill, you quench your thirst for a short while, but also deprive yourself of a valuable source of Energy, which makes you vulnerable.”

Björn’s lips curved down. “I thought the more you kill, the more dark Energy is released?”

“That’s how it works with the Lightsighted, but not with the Unsighted.”

The door swung open, startling Catherine, and Pariah stormed into the room. He paced frantically towards his desk, passing her and Björn as if they weren’t there. His lips curved down in displeasure as he fiddled with a vial in his right hand. Catherine rolled her eyes. He never lets go of it, Catherine thought as she stood at the window and waited.

“You said the heretic was going to appear,” Pariah said.

Catherine turned her back on Pariah. She knew he glared at her; she couldn’t get used to the fact that he was the one she both feared and loved—if that was the right word for a Darksighted to use.

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