“No, it’s not,” Remiel says, and while he can’t stand this beast, he is grateful for the support.
“What’s it to you?” Liz asks.
“She is a ghastly creature,” Remiel says. “Why Other me hasn’t killed her by now is a mystery.”
They all peer at him and he crosses his arms. “I believe she was here looking for information on you. She is madly curious about who you really are,” he says.
“I didn’t tell her anything,” Devon says. “And neither did Jess.”
Lizzie frowns but brushes it aside. Everyone is quiet and Devon’s eyes flick from his sire to Remiel who is looking at Lizzie with a look of such adoration it hits his gut like a sledgehammer.
“Stop looking at her that way,” he growls.
Remiel looks back at him, his gaze adjusting accordingly. “She is, will be, the mother of my children. I will look at her however I want,” he says smoothly.
Liz swallows and moments later, Constantine strides into the room and stops dead when he sees who is here. Devon steps back, fully expecting an attack, but to his surprise Constantine just stands there, unmoving. A wave of power flows around the room, which Devon assumes has come from Remiel.
Remiel looks at Devon and says, “You don’t know the half of what your charge has been up to.”
Jess whimpers again and pushes herself further into her corner.
“Explain,” Devon snaps. He has no fear of this creature with his sire by his side, and he has really had enough of everyone’s crap.
Remiel smiles an evil grin that sends a shiver down Devon’s spine. “Oh, she has been quite naughty. Although, her help was most definitely appreciated,” he says.
“Help?” Lizzie barks at him. “What do you mean?”
Remiel looks at her and his smile changes to a loving one. “She made sure the house was clear when Cade set your trap. You were alone because she sent everyone away.”
A second passes and then Lizzie is flying at his charge, her hand outstretched. She slams Jess back into the armoire and is seconds away from ripping her head off. She is snarling like a rabid dog, but he just stands there. A part of him wants his sire to kill her, to do the deed for him so this will be over with and he can go back to being just him. But the other part of him, the sire side, wants the honors himself.
“Liv!” he shouts at her, using that name to make her hear him. “Let her go.”
“She betrayed me,” she shouts back at him.
“And she is mine to deal with,” he says softly.
That gets through to her and she lets Jess go, who slumps to the floor in a crying heap.
Devon turns away from her, offering her no support and letting her know exactly how much trouble she is in. Remiel is watching this show with almost amusement, which gets wiped off his face when Constantine suddenly launches himself at the original Vampire, claws and fangs extended. Remiel lands flat on his back, clearly caught off guard and Constantine punches him in the face, smashing both his fist and Remiel’s nose into a bloody mess. Lizzie stands there, mouth agape, as does Devon. Constantine’s eyes have gone a flaming red and Devon is wondering what on Earth is going on. Lizzie jumps into action quickly after her initial shock and reaches for them, but Constantine, or it could have been Remiel, Teleports the two of them out, leaving her to yell in frustration. She closes her eyes and must get a sense of them as she Astrals out without a word.
“Jesus,” Devon mutters to himself and then remembers Jess. He turns to her and she struggles to her feet.
“I can explain,” she says.
He waits. He doubts very much she can talk her way out of this one, but he will let her try. Only because he needs to gather his thoughts. This evening has turned into something so much bigger than just his feelings. He wasn’t prepared for this. “I’m waiting,” he snaps at her.
She opens her mouth to start when a huge explosion comes from outside that rattles the house to its foundations. “What the Hell?” Devon asks as he rushes to the balcony and peers over the side. His mouth drops open as he watches the sight below him. Constantine and Remiel are battering each other with blows that would kill an ordinary Vampire. How did Constantine get so strong? Or was he always? he wonders as Remiel sails through the air, landing on his feet and countering with a fist of iron to Constantine’s gut. Lizzie is standing there, shrieking at both of them to pack it in and he can see the sparks of magick on her fingertips. She is reluctant to fire in case she hits her sire. It is almost impossible for her to pin Remiel down, as they are both moving too quickly. Devon leaps over the balcony rails, landing softly on the terrace, and he runs to Lizzie’s side. He watches as she forms a ball of Dragon Fire in her palm. Or it could be Hell fire. He is unclear on the difference. All he knows is that he can feel the deadly pull of it from here and it has him mesmerized as the orb of fire, covered in a black cage, rotates slowly over her hand.
“Just fire it,” Constantine yells at her before Remiel smashes him in the mouth.
She hesitates as Remiel pulls Constantine up and uses him as a protective shield as he faces Lizzie. She shoves Devon back into the bushes, knowing that if he gets hit in the crossfire, he is a goner for good.
Remiel smiles that evil smile again and leans down to whisper something to Constantine that freezes him, and he stops struggling.
What the fuck?
Remiel lets him go and straightens his still immaculate clothes. “You can put that away now, my dear,” he says to her. “We are quite done here.”