Pure

“No. No! Seth, stop! Please.” This time I grabbed him, pulling him back from the door. “Please listen to me. It’s not what you think!”

His eyes practically glowed he was so angry. “It’s not about what I think. It’s what I felttoday!”

“Please. Just listen to me for a second.” My fingers dug into his arms. “You can’t say anything. They’ll—”

“I’m not going to say anything to the Council, you little idiot. They would send you into servitude in a heartbeat.” He pushed me off, swearing under his breath. “You know, I actually thought he might be different from the other pures, but he sure as hell doesn’t act any different. Screw a half; enslave a half. That’s what they say, Alex.”

“What are you doing? You can’t—”

“I’m going to have a little talk with Aiden.”

I flew in front of him, plastering myself to the door. “You are so not going to talk to him! You’re going to try to fight him.”

“Quite possibly. Now get out of my way.”

“No.”

“Get out of the way, Alex,” he snarled. Edges of the Apollyon marks started creasing his otherwise flawless skin.

“Okay,” I breathed, pressing against the door. “I’ll tell you the truth. All right—just please don’t do anything… stupid.”

“I don’t think you should be lecturing me on not doing anything stupid.”

I counted to ten. Now was not the time for me to lose my patience. “Nothing happened between Aiden and me. Okay? I do care about him, all right? I know it’s wrong.” I closed my eyes, wishing the words didn’t hurt as much as they did. “I know it’s stupid, but nothing is going on between us.”

“What I felt from you today wasn’t nothing, Alex. You’re still lying to me.”

“Okay. We kissed, but—stop!” I pushed Seth back as he tried to pry me away from the door. “Listen to me. We did kiss, but it’s nothing. It was stupid—a mistake. It’s nothing to get all bent out of shape over. Okay?”

He stared down at me, lips drawn tightly. Then he closed his eyes. Terse silence stretched out between us. “You… you love him, don’t you?”

I stared at him, my heart thumping loudly. “No. No, of course I don’t.”

Seth nodded, ru

Obviously, he didn’t believe me. I needed to make Seth understand that nothing needed to be done about this. There was no way he could go after Aiden. Gods only knew what Seth would do, or what Aiden would do. I could see them now, brawling on the beach. One thing would lead to another, and the Council would find out. The pures would dope me up to suppress the Apollyon in me and I’d be scrubbing floors for the rest of my life. Aiden would never forgive himself. I couldn’t let that happen. And then there was the idiot standing in front of me. If Seth attacked a pure, that would be it. The Council would move against Seth, and even though I wanted to strangle him, I didn’t want… well, I didn’t want anything to happen to him.

Call it self-preservation.

“Nothing’s going on,” I said. “Just promise me you won’t do anything.”

Seth stared at me so long the silence that enveloped us started to get to me. Then the tattoo started to sink back into his skin and he looked surprisingly calm.

“You’re not going to do anything, right?”

“No.” Seth reached for me and pried my hand off the doorknob. “I’m not going to say anything.”

Relief, sweet and beautiful, flooded through me. I let out my breath. “Thank you.”

“You’re not going to ask why?”

“No.” I shook my head. “I’m not going to look a gifted horse in the mouth.”

“Do you even know what that means?”

“Not really,” I said, “but it sounds about right.”

Seth arched a brow, and then tugged me away from the door. “Come on, let’s go.”

I spared our joined hands a brief glance. “Where are we going?”

“We’re going to do some training, since you apparently didn’t do any of thattoday.”

“She poofed into nothing? Damn, that’s crazy.”

I stared at Caleb, wishing he would poof into nothing. “What is everyone’s big deal with the terminology? I swear to the gods, if one more person questions that, I’m going to lose it.”

“Poof,” Olivia whispered, gri

I shot her a death glare. “Ha. Fu

“Sorry.” She slid her arm around Caleb. Apparently, they’d made up at some point, again. That made me happy. I liked the way they looked at one another when they weren’t fighting. “I bet that was freaky, though.”

“Freaky doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

“She was old as dirt,” Caleb said, “but still. The old crone was kind of entertaining.”

“Entertaining” wasn’t a word I’d use to describe Grandma Piperi. I leaned back in the moon chair and let my eyes drift shut as Olivia and Caleb started talking about the party they’d snuck off to last night. I felt a spark of jealousy and bitterness. I hadn’t been invited. Maybe Caleb thought I had more pure than half in me, too. Blech.

I refocused my thoughts on Piperi. Even a few days later, I was still so wrapped up in the almost exposure of Aiden’s and my nonexistent relationship to give much thought to what she’d said before she’d died.

The conversation I’d had with her didn’t make much sense—no big surprise there. The only thing important I’d picked out was about the guy who wasn’t who he appeared, that he had everyone fooled. If only she hadn’t poofed into nothing a second later, maybe she would’ve said his name, which would’ve helped tremendously. I didn’t share this part of the conversation with anyone. It seemed that whoever it was wasn’t a friend of mine. Then again, I couldn’t be sure. After that thought, I must’ve drifted off to sleep, because I jerked upright at the sound of my name.

“Miss Andros.”

I peeled my eyes open and found Leon standing in the doorway to the rec room. “Yeah?”

“You’re not supposed to be in here.”

Odd. When had Leon been assigned to be my babysitter? I only saw him around campus when he had terrible and urgent news to deliver. “Come on,” I whined.

Caleb peered over the back of the couch. “She’s not bothering anyone.”

Leon didn’t even glance at Caleb. “Up.”

Caleb twisted toward me. “One of these days, you’ll be able to stay out and play. Then everything will be right in our world.”

Pulling myself out the chair, I rolled my eyes at Caleb. “Leon, can I have a playdate with my friends?” That got a giggle out of Olivia.

Leon’s expression remained bland. “Perhaps you’d be allowed to have playdates if you stayed out of trouble for a whole week.”

“I guess that’s a no.” Caleb gri

I smacked the back of Caleb’s head as I made my way past the couch. He swung out at me, but Olivia got in the way.

“Bye!” Olivia chirped, already snuggling down beside Caleb.

Giving them a little wave, I followed Leon out of the lounge. I felt a little uncomfortable walking beside him. The man was almost seven feet tall and looked like he belonged on the pro wrestling circuit. Not to mention, I didn’t know how much Leon knew. I remembered how unsurprised he’d looked when Marcus had mentioned me being the Apollyon.

I searched for something to say, but came up empty until my gaze fell on a statue of Apollo. “Hey, you kind of look like Apollo. Has anyone told you that? All you need is blond hair and raging hormones. Maybe he’s your great-great-great-great grandfather or something.”

Leon’s gaze flicked over the marble statue. “No. No one has ever said that.”

“Huh. Fu

“Like what?”

“You know. Didn’t Apollo have a thing for pretty boys?” I snorted. “Wait, didn’t Apollo have a thing for just about everything that walked? Until they got turned into trees or flowers, that is.”