The Fate Of The Marked

Chapter Fifteen

I only had one response to that: I passed out.

When I came around again, I was on my bed, spitting water out of my face. Luka set the cup on the nightstand and took a seat beside me. I jumped up and started pacing, shaking my head the entire time. This was bad.

"You are an angel, or at least half." Luka insisted. "Besides, the coin would have killed you if you were just a mortal."

"Oh, thanks." I muttered. "Half?"

"Just because it's forbidden, doesn't stop angels from having affairs with mortals." Luka said wistfully.

"And you're a demon?" I asked softly.

"Only half." He muttered. "My mother's mortal. But that doesn't matter right now. What did the coin show you? There has to be a reason Ragnar wants you dead so badly."

I shook my head and kept moving, mind stuck on repeat. I jerked to a stop and spun around to face him.

"I can't be an angel. I don't have wings!" I reasoned.

Luka gave me a pitying look and I glared back at him.

"Of course you don't. You didn't earn them before you were Thrown." He said calmly, as if he had just explained everything.

I stared at him blankly.

"They must not have taken your powers. That's why you can heal yourself and can use the Protection Magic." Luka said. "You were Thrown from the Otherworld, probably the Council's doing. Someone must have known that you were powerful, especially since your just a kid."

"Otherworld?"

"Realm of the angels." He said. "Now, what did the coin show you?"

"Too much." I mumbled and kept moving.

I had a feeling that I should keep that information to myself, just in case. The image of the man burning, and the child coming back to life played through my mind, over and over again. Luka looked at me for a long time.

"You really don't remember anything?" He asked softly.

I shook my head again. He let out a loud breath.

"Eleanor never told me I was going to have to be the bearer of bad news." He said sheepishly. "She only told me to-"

"Is she the one from my dreams?" I asked suddenly.

"Those weren't dreams, Elliot. Your soul was taken to the Mundi inter Mundos, the World between Worlds. She wanted to warn you about the Hunters." Said Luka, standing.

I noticed again his bloody appearance.

"What happened?" I asked.

"The boss wasn't too happy I helped you get away. I'm not exactly on his good side right now."

"You work for Ragnar?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Then why are you helping me?" I asked.

"You ask too many questions." Luka mumbled. "Eleanor wants to keep an eye on you, make sure you live to see the next couple of years."

"Why?"

Luka glared at me. I met his eyes, unabashed. I had a feeling that it wasn't just as simple as helping me. There was reason for him, other than for Eleanor.

"I have to go. My job is done." He said. "Do yourself a favor: read some books. You'd be surprised at what's true. I'm sure your dads got some on the supernatural. He's a religious professor, after all. Oh, and try to get back into the habit of looking over your shoulder, so you don't get cornered in any more alleys."