Self Control

Ethan's [POV]

Cassius was irritated that we had to drive, but not everyone could simply appear out of thin air. Part of his angelic heritage made it so that he could, in essence, fly, though he preferred not to discuss it with anyone. Just another reason Dark Ones couldn't be trusted. There were parts, dark parts, they kept hidden that we would never understand.

His blood continued to ice my veins, taking away some of the pain of having Genesis ripped from me.

I'd only experienced this type of pain once before.

When I'd had to kill my own mate.

It had taken me fifty years to stop craving her.

Every evening when I went to bed, I'd dream of her only to wake up in a cold sweat, craving her taste, her smell everything about her.

The only way to exorcise it from my system was to starve myself of blood and allow her blood to leave my body. It was a battle, possibly with my own bitterness at her betrayal.

"He will not kill her," Cassius said once we reached the Sound.

I snorted. "You think that's what I'm worried about right now?"

"Yes."

I looked away, clenching my teeth, unable to speak because I hated that he was with me, hated that I needed him at all.

"I never took your mate," Cassius said in a detached voice. "I tested her. I never stole her from you. Her betrayal was not my fault."

"You still touched her," I whispered.

"After she begged me," Cassius fired back. "You know I would never force myself on a human."

"You took my mate and my daughter."

"I will say this only once," Cassius growled. "You have no daughter."

"She was more mine than yours."

Cassius ignored me and continued driving. "When we arrive at the house, try your best not to charge the archangel."

I rolled my eyes. "You make it sound like I have no self-control."

"When it comes to Genesis, I believe self-control is something you seriously lack, brother."

"I love her."

Cassius sighed, a slight frown marring his face. "Yes, I know."

"What do you know of love?" I spat, clenching my hand into a tight fist, my knuckles cracking against each other as I fought to keep my rage at bay.

"I know," Cassius said in a hoarse voice. "Believe me when I say I know."

I didn't point out that Dark Ones didn't love that love was just as forbidden as mating, just as ridiculous a notion. They felt no love because they gave themselves over to their angelic blood more than their humanity, and everyone knew angels didn't feel, didn't love.

They simply existed and ruled, but never by such human emotions. To feel such strong emotions was the reason the Dark Ones had been cursed in the first place.

"Are we close?" Cassius asked.

"You truly can't trace her?" I was curious, with all his strength, how he couldn't pick up her specific smell. From where I sat, I could even make out her heartbeat.

"No." Cassius sighed.

"There." I pointed at a large house facing the Sound. It was a two-storied beach house; intricate brickwork lined the front. A door big enough for two angels to fit through loomed in front of us.

"Well?" Cassius shut off the car. "Shall we?"

I grunted.

It would be impossible to catch Sariel unaware. He was an archangel, not necessarily all-knowing, but most likely expecting us. What mate wouldn't fight through hell to gain his love back?

We walked in silence toward the door.

I wasn't surprised when it opened.

My heart beat wildly in my chest as the scent of Genesis became stronger, her heartbeat more erratic.

"Easy," Cassius said under his breath.

I clenched my teeth together.

The solid oak door opened before our very eyes. A blast of humidity shot through the air making me hold my breath as the sting of sweet sugar invaded my nostrils. It smelled of the angels of the heavenly. I wondered how Cassius dealt with it when my own body was already shaking with the need to run in the other direction. Because that very smell was the one I'd always been warned about. If it smells too good, it is too good to run.

Suddenly the archangel appeared, his wings dripping with purples and blues as his feral face tilted to the side, a smirk lining the corners of his mouth.

"Sariel." Cassius smiled, of course, he would. "I think you have something that belongs to the vampire."

"But of course." Sariel nodded. His wings fluttered as he looked me over with a calculating glare. His head tilted to the side. "Vampire, your love for her, is it pure?"

"Yes." It hurt to speak. I could feel her presence. I just wanted to see that she was all right, take the fear away, give her my blood, and get her the hell out.

"Mmm…" Sariel nodded to both of us. His eyes were blazing white. He wasn't just immortal, he wasn't human, wasn't man more being or spirit than anything else. "After you."

Cassius stepped into the house first.

I followed my nerves on edge as I pushed past the archangel, not caring that I was being disrespectful to someone who could end me if he willed it.

I didn't turn around.

And maybe that was where my instincts were off.

I always turned.

Always smelled.

Always sensed.

But this, this I didn't see coming, because the minute I moved away from the angel, my eyes locked on Genesis.

Blood. So much blood. I reached for her just as a jarring pain stabbed me in the back.

With a curse, I stumbled forward. Warm blood oozed down my back, mixing with the icy blood Cassius had given me.

"No!" Genesis screamed. "Ethan!"

Cassius turned, his eyes horrified as he reached for my back, and pulled out a single purple feather dripping with red.

"And now…" Sariel pushed me to my knees in front of Genesis. "…we begin."