Page 50 of Fear the Fall
The growl that rips through Zeke’s chest has my eyebrows shooting skyward, but Lee doesn’t so much as balk.
“Leave,” he seethes.
She smirks, turning to face me. “Good luck, Victoria. Remember what I said.”
With that last reminder of her warning, she shoots into the sky, leaving me to deal with a very hostile Zeke.
“What was that about?”
“Calm down. Whatever anger you feel toward her, I don’t deserve to shoulder. You can leave if you plan to talk to me like that.”
His face falls, and the wrath that was just evident disappears. “I’m sorry. She just... infuriates me.”
My initial thoughts go to her deserting him on his fall, and I immediately have the urge to ease his pain. That’s quickly replaced by the memory of her claiming that his story isn’t the truth. What am I supposed to believe?
“Are you hungry?” I ask, deciding to table my wayward thoughts. He needs to fully calm down before I go down that road of questioning.
“No. I grabbed something on the way back.”
I head toward the barn, climbing the steps to the loft in search of a banana for now. Zeke’s on my heels the entire time, but he doesn’t say anything. I’ve never been one that’s felt the need to fill the quiet with forced conversation. I enjoy silence. It’s therapeutic. But right now? It’s awkward.
Zeke makes himself comfortable on my bed, while I peel the too-ripe banana and take an unsatisfying bite.
“Tired?” I ask around a mouthful.
“Frustrated.”
I chew, giving myself time to organize the chaos of questions fighting for the top spot in my mind. All of them need to be asked, but the order and way in which I tackle these subjects will make all the difference. I don’t want Zeke to shut down and subsequently shut me out.
“Did you know the humans are Nephilim?”
Zeke sits up, staring blankly into my eyes.
My lips purse and eyes widen in awell, did youknowexpression.
“Leeanna tell you that?”
I nod, because I don’t want to give him too much.
He groans. “I suspected as much.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was trying to determine how much Blaine and the others knew about their descent. I’ve always suspected they knew more than they were letting on.”
“Did the topic come up today?”
“No. I didn’t tell them about us.”
My eyes narrow and nose scrunches. “Why? Wasn’t that the point? To give them all of the sordid details?”
“I was trying to buy us some time to consult with local witches to see what provisions we can have created to help the humans into their powers.”
“Do you think it makes sense to go to the coven before we even know for sure which lineage they descended from? That will make a huge difference in how we bring out their individual gifts.”
“Fair point. I’ll round them up tomorrow and we’ll tell them everything.”
I lie back and curl into Zeke’s side. “Still want me to try to conjure that storm?”