Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Lilith

Tarek says nothing for the rest of the night. In fact, he’s weirdly quiet. We have a few drinks, though nobody can actually get drunk. Which sucks for them because I’m feeling it hard since I’ve never actually gone shot for shot with a siren, an angel, a werewolf—god? Angel? Have I lost count already?

I grin.

“All right.” Tarek pulls me against him. “Let’s get you home.”

“‘Kay.” I grin up at him. “You’re pretty.”

“If I had a nickel…” He winks. His eyes really are so freaking pretty. I get lost in them and look over and over again as I lean against his warm, thick chest. Staring at his full mouth and tempting lips. “What?”

“I’m…” Going to take him. I’m going to take him. Why can’t I have nice things? I’ve been told to hold myself back my entire life, and only from the random people I’ve met in life that recognized what and who I was and why I needed help. Including my adoptive parents, who, at the time, just looked at me and said to stop the thirst.

But I thirst so badly.

I thirst for him.

My gaze moves to the pulse in his neck. “Can I drink?” I ask politely, maybe I slur it. I don’t even know.

He frowns. “You’re a demon, not a vampire. But if you need blood?” He nods and bites into his wrist without hesitation while waiting for my ride to show up.

I look down.

Nobody’s on the street; I would sense them.

And, apparently, no brain cells exist in my body. His blood is different— he’s different. Maybe he doesn’t even know it. Maybe he does. But the temptation is so strong I don’t think a million vampires could keep me from licking him from head to toe.

“Do it,” a voice whispers. “Take him. It’s your future. Take the Prince of the Earth. Take part of it for yourself.”

I stumble back, hands shaking, then stare at his wrist again.

I know him.

I know him well.

I know his…

I feel my body start to weaken…

And then I see it.

His end. My beginning. Maybe it’s both. Maybe it’s a combination of everything, but I couldn’t have prepared for it.

Oh, God.

It’s everything.

It’s us.

I remember holding his hand.

I remember the Garden.

The apple. And then I remember walking with him.

Red rain fell from the sky.

And she saved us. Eva saved us.

And so began…Genesis.