Damian's Oracle Part 22

"Oui."

"Linda, I'll go."

"Great! We'll pick you up. Are you at D's?"

"Yeah."

"Traci's been there. She'll drive. We'll see you Sat.u.r.day at nine."

"Great, thanks."

Sofia hung up the phone, feeling as if she were emerging from a stupor for the first time in months. While she couldn't shake the sense of doom that followed her from the visions, she felt more normal, less afraid, at the thought that she'd be rejoining the rest of humanity for a shopping trip with the girls, even if only for a morning.

She left the library to return Damian's phone. It rang loudly in the hall, a rap song spitting f-bombs that made her eyebrows rise. She hesitated then answered.

"h.e.l.lo?"

"h.e.l.lo? Do I have D's number?"

"Yes."

"And who are you?"

"Sofia. Who are you?"

There was a pause before the man on the other end answered.

"Jule, a friend of his. I'm in town right now on an errand."

"Are you a good friend?"

"I'd like to think so," he said with a chuckle. "We met when he was a teen and went through some rough stuff together."

"Yeah, I know. His is a sordid history. What kind of a person was he when you met?"

"He's always been the best man I know," was the unhesitant response.

His voice held an upbeat note and natural warmth that she liked. He wasn't like Dustin, who seemed more likely to kill a stranger than talk to one.

"If you all are on the side of good, why is there so much death?"

He gave a surprised laugh.

"Trust me, there'd be more if the bad guys won. It's not easy being the good guy, and it's a job not many people can do. You have to stay true to your values while destroying something as well. It's rough."

Damian trotted from the stairs towards the courtyard and paused, looking at her curiously.

"I'm having an issue reconciling the two," she admitted.

"Who?" he mouthed. She waved him away.

"We've all gone through that stage. You have to look at it like this: would you want someone to help you if something bad happened?" Jule continued.

"Yes."

"Exactly. But not everyone can do what we do, because we're, well, different than normal people. We're in a unique position to help people who can't help themselves against bad guys who want to hurt them."

"I see. You have no regrets?"

"No way in h.e.l.l, and neither does D. Because of us, many innocent people have been able to live their lives and humanity thrives."

Damian watched her, eyes narrowing.

"I see why he likes you," she said quietly. "Thanks for talking to me. He'll call you back."

"Sofi - "

She hung up and tossed Damian the phone.

"I'm going shopping Sat.u.r.day," she told him. "And Jule called. He's in town."

"That's who you were talking to?"

She didn't miss the way he bristled but turned her back to him to return to the library.

"Yep. He's a good guy."

Don't answer my phone.

"Then stop doing that!"

No deal.

He drove her crazy, and she was hungry again. Always, always hungry. Was she destined to spend the rest of her life starving?!

"Your drug dealer's still in business. For now."

"That's not funny," she said, turning to glare at him.

"No?" he asked, approaching her with a languid walk that stirred her blood.

He stopped in her personal zone, too close, but she wasn't about to back down this time. She crossed her arms and looked up at him, meeting his steady look with a challenging one of her own.

"You're getting braver, kiri," he said in a husky tone.

She tried not to let it affect her but suspected by his look of satisfaction that he saw how quickly her face changed colors.

"If you're half the man everyone tells me you are, you'll send Han some flowers. He's going to break his leg tomorrow."

Amus.e.m.e.nt flickered across his face.

"At your service, oracle."

She ached to touch him but refused, hugging herself more tightly instead. Her nerve began to frazzle. She walked away.

"Sofia."

There was a serious note in his voice that made her stop. His gaze was on her chest. She fingered the necklace there.

"The diamonds were a bit overwhelming for daily wear," she admitted. "I restrung it onto one of my chains."

He said nothing, and she saw the look that crossed his face. He wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Is that ok?" she asked.

"Very."

He spun on his heel and left. She watched him go, admiring and puzzled.

"My dear Han, you were right about these d.a.m.n moods."

He was worse than a woman PMSing.

You're full of s.h.i.t.

She gritted her teeth, hating the fact he had open access to her thoughts and worse he could respond to them!

"No," Pierre said, blocking the library as she approached. "I'm not wasting any more of my time in there."

"I have one more thing to do," she said, holding up her list. "Why don't you go spar? I promise not to leave."

He gave her a look of supreme distaste before he, too, walked away.

What was it with these men and their moods? She shook her head and returned to the library. In truth, it was the one place in the house where she felt safe and comfortable when she wasn't with Damian.

CHAPTER TEN.

Claire didn't look any worse for wear after a day in the offsite location Dusty had scouted as a temporary dungeon for their prisoners. If not for the worried flicker of her gaze past him to see who followed, he would have thought this a social call.

"Dusty's not here," he said, irritated by the inference that he was somehow someone to be less feared.

She sat on one of two fold-out chairs in the concrete room, legs crossed and hands in her lap.

"I guess I should feel honored to have your personal attention," she said acidly.

He pulled up the other chair and sat across from her.

"Two hundred and sixty three," he started. "That's the number of Guardians you've killed directly with your actions over the past few thousand years. In an organization of less than five thousand, that's a lot."

"I offered to become your queen after Darian died," she replied. "You threw me out with nowhere to go after my husband was killed. Who do you think paid the bills if you didn't?"

"I'm not sure how betraying everything your husband stood for would excuse anything you did. You're a pretty twisted b.i.t.c.h."

Her eyes narrowed. Damian regarded her coolly, unwilling to let someone so undeserving get the best of him. When he wanted, he could be as cold as Dusty.

"You'd never understand," she replied.

"You're right. I'd never kill my mate or sell myself to Czerno."

She paled at his words.

"It's that b.i.t.c.h, isn't it?" she exclaimed, rising and pacing. "I was meant to be at your side, not her!"

Damian felt something cool further within him at the reference to Sofia.

"You were meant to be at Darian's side. Your skills as an oracle were terrible, but he mated with you anyway."

She shook her head as if he were the fool.

"Will you tell me why you betrayed him before I kill you?" he asked with calmness at odds with the storm in his breast.

Claire glanced at him then back, taking in the resolve on his face. Suddenly she was mewling, kneeling beside him, her hands on his thigh and her face soft and beguiling.

Like the night she'd come to visit him upon arriving in Tucson. Damian gritted his teeth, remembering how tempted he'd been by the same ruse a few nights before.

"Forgive me, Damian. What I did was wrong," she whispered.

There tears in her eyes, and she looked sincere.

She killed Darian.

Damian stood and moved away, emotions roiling. How could someone so treacherous live under his nose for thousands of years? How had he ever turned a blind eye to her? He touched her mind for the first time ever, and his resolve solidified at the images he saw there.

She'd never loved Darian and had used him to gain his t.i.tle and power. Her betrayal struck him even harder.

"It doesn't matter, Claire. You killed my brother and 263 other Guardians."

She rose and dusted off her legs from where she'd knelt. Her eyes flashed with defiance, and she glowered at him.

"You've had tens of thousands of years to get rid of me. You can't tell me you never looked into my thoughts with your G.o.d-powers!"