you need, then we will wait."
"Zac…" Nye started, but he held up a hand
to stop him.
"He's coming." He glanced at Pyke.
"Aye," the vampire said. "I will
come. One last battle for old times sake."
Zac offered him a thin smile. "Then we will
see you at the apartment." Before Nye could say any more, he grabbed the
spy's arm and they left Pyke to his misery. For this to work, the Three had to
come willingly. Forcing the matter wouldn't do any good, it'd just piss
everyone off. Trying to fight a common enemy with bickering and infighting
would get everyone killed. No, they had to do this together or not at all.
"That was easier than I thought it'd be,"
Nye said as they made their way back through the dungeon.
"Pyke is the kind of man who needs a cause.
The moral compass doesn't really matter."
"Rix may go along with it," the spy
sighed. "Maddox, not so much. You might need to beat it out of him."
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to
it." Zac knew all too well that Maddox was a troublemaker. He was the one
who tried to lead the others against him after he'd freed Coraline in that car
accident. If it weren't for Nye's intervention, their plan would've been shot.
He was counting on Nye's presence to be the thing that turned the tide with the
assassin. But, he wouldn't worry about that until the time came.
When they finally returned to the surface, the
stink of torture and rot behind them, Zac's cell pinged with a text message
from Gabby.
It was one word, but the worst one she could've
sent.
Hybrid.
CHAPTER FOUR
Aya peered out of the window at the grey London
sky, misery settling into every part of her body. She'd been alone for most of
her afterlife and was content with it, being who she was, but now that so many
of her friends knew…being alone wasn't high on her priority list anymore.
Truthfully, she pined for Zac and he'd only left the day before.
She never thought she could love again and it had
taken her almost two thousand years to figure it out. She loved Zac with
everything she had, but it still wasn't enough to stop him from leaving.
There was a knock at the door, interrupting her
spiraling thoughts. Looking over her shoulder, Tristan walked into the room, a
frown creasing his brow. His curly hair looked wilder than ever and sometimes
she forgot how much he'd been through because of her over the years. It had
been a long time since they'd met during the Crusades...a thousand years long.
Her only true regret was that he had to suffer his change into vampire on his
own. She wished she had of been there to stop it from happening in the first
place.
"Arrow," he said, coming to stand by her.
"We need to do something. We can't stay here forever."
"It's been a day." A day since she'd lost
control and ripped the Coven apart…a day since she'd almost taken Zac along
with them.
"I know, but what if you didn't stop the spell
like Coraline said? Shouldn't we prepare or somethin'?"
Aya let his thick Irish accent wash over her. Her
heart ached over many things and he seemed to be a calm place in the chaos of
the past few months. She knew what she needed to do, but after so long, what if
she didn't like what she would find? Now, more than ever, was a time she needed
to be strong. The Romans were gone, Katrin had been banished and she was free.
She was no longer hunted, but there were still many things left undone.
"I have to go home," she sighed, looking
back out the window.
"Home?"
"My birthplace."
Tristan knew that she hadn't been back there since
she found the mutilated remains of her family. The day she found them, she left
to exact revenge on the founders, the Romans , and never looked back. No
longer a true Celestine, she felt like that place was lost to her. Now that her
enemy were all dead and gone, she had to go and make her peace.
"You don't have to come," she said.
"I can go alone."
"Of course I'm comin' with you," Tristan
scoffed.
"Zac won't..." she began.
"He will understand,