to mention the problem he'd had in Eden Roan's mind. What the hell had expelled him from the weakling's vision? He'd taken care of that problem years earlier when he killed Samuel Quinn. It hadn't been his finest maneuver but setting that fire and locking him in a closet had solved the issue for him. He should have done something similar to Drew Dubowski when he'd had the chance. But by then he'd been so strong in his powers he had wanted to play. Drew had eventually escaped him and continued to be a thorn in his side whenever he appeared.
Lesson learned .
Why couldn't he simply manage to kill them all, eat Alexa's blood, and finish his plans for world domination? It had been so simple in the other planes of existence his family had conquered.
Kal and Isabelle had thwarted him. Now they were mated and he couldn't even detect them when they were around. Charma had managed to snatch Jason out of Sebastian's sister's clutches and save his life. They mated. Same problem as Kal and Isabelle. Then, and his blood really boiled when he thought about this, Gabriel—who had been a problem for him since he'd first found him—had mated Loraine. Killing Gabriel would be much, much harder now.
Since he'd already killed Samuel, the next logical step had to be to eliminate Eden. That would take out one full-mated pair from the Outsiders. The rest of them would fall apart.
Only Eden had some sort of defensive ability that had shoved him from her vision. That was no good. He couldn't have her gaining control of her powers. Prophecy was too dangerous an ability for the Outsiders to have. If Eden could adequately use her prophetic visions, if she was able to determine which ones were real and which weren't, his life would become monumentally miserable.
Well… if he couldn't get her from the inside out, he'd get her from the outside in. She couldn't stay protected forever.
He looked at Alexa. Yes, it was time to fuck.
* * * *
Leonardo Gregan sighed as he stared across his paper-strewn desk at Eden. She'd come into his room demanding answers, a change for her. Maybe it meant she was finally gaining a backbone. The Fates knew they needed her to.
All of the Outsiders—and they only knew where nine were—half the number they required to complete the prophecy—needed to be at full power. Eden consistently slowed them down. Not to mention the huge problem that his soul mate, Alexa, currently resided with the demon. A major, major issue.
"Are you going to answer me?"
He sat forward in his seat. "I'm not sure what you want me to say, Eden."
She put her hands on her hips. "I want you to tell me why I'm being left behind, by myself, when everyone else is going to New Orleans. Surely, I can contribute something."
Now this was fascinating. Standing in front of him, in a fury, was a version of Eden he'd never seen before. She had a temper? A real one?
Since he'd returned from being strung up from the ceiling by a demon, Leonardo had tried to adopt a more Zen philosophy of life. He tried to find peace and love for all his fellow Outsiders, who he had somehow come to lead although he'd never wanted the task.
Now, however, he thought he might do better to give Eden more of a tough love challenge.
He sat back in his seat and tried to pretend he was Kal or Gabriel. How would they place themselves if they wanted to look as if they didn't give a shit what the other person in the room thought?
Swinging his feet forward, he placed them on top of his desk. He hoped he looked tough because he felt ridiculous. He was a history professor at Columbia University, not some drunk cowboy. Still, he watched Eden's eyes widen. The effect must be working.
"We're not bringing you because you are too much of a liability to us, Eden."
That wasn't entirely true. Kal had suggested, and Leonardo agreed, leaving Eden made the most sense because she couldn't be risked while she lived in such a precarious state. She had to be kept safe until she could help