Page 225 of Savior
Legion chuckles, pulling my attention back to him. He looks amused by my brief exchange with the wine guy. “A pregnant woman is something one would take notice of, and would surely be easy to recall, no? I chose this place for you, Vanna. To put that beautiful mind of yours, at ease.” I watch his eyes shift back to the man behind the counter, who’s still watching me curiously. Legion’s amused expression morphs into something more territorial. “As soon as we get to the stairs, away from prying eyes…” he almost seems to growl at him, then turns back to me. “Pull your gun on me.”
“And I’m supposed to believe you came here unarmed, knowing I would be?”
“Aside from my knife, which you can clearly see and surely squeeze a trigger faster than I could pull it, I assure you. I’m unarmed.” He takes another step closer to me. “Frisk me, should you so… desire.”
Though I’m sure he’d find some enjoyment I’d rather not give him in that, I probably should...
“We’re wasting time.” He presses at my hesitance. “If I am to have you back in Keegan’s waiting arms before he suspects something, we need to proceed.”
I just want this to be over…
Shoving my hand inside my purse, I grip the handle of the gun, angling it, unseen, directly at Legion.
He grins and praises me in a way that has me feeling all kinds of additional wrong... “Good girl.”
There’s an earthy, slightly acidic smell in the cooler air of the wine cellar as I follow Legion down. Racks of wine bottles line every wall, dimly illuminated by the fancy, stained glass lights dangling from the ceiling that match the ones over the bar upstairs. A large barrel, turned tasting table, sits in the center of the room. My eyes immediately land on a single black rose resting against the white cloth draped over the barrel.
“What’s that?” I ask, lifting my chin towards the rose.
“A peace offering.” Legion replies.
“You’re going to have to do better than that.”
“I intend to.” He stares at me for a moment, as if he’s trying to decipher something about me. “Do you miss it?” he finally asks.
“What?”
“Wine.”
“You have no idea.” I shoot him a damning glare.
He seems to study me for a minute. “Yet you manage to resist.”
“Of course.” I suddenly remember what transpired between us at the Demons’ Den. “You wanted to see if I’d drink. When you put that shot in front of me. You said it was a test, but that you believed I was pregnant… You were testing me to see if I cared, weren’t you?”
He remains silent, that scrutinizing gaze of his still fixed on me.
“I do care, Legion. A million times more than you’ve probably ever cared about anything in your life, times infinity. That’s why I’m here.”
Something more serious seeps into his expression. “I admire you.” He says, his words confusing me further. “So many things about you.”
“And I’m finding it rather difficult not to despiseyou, after everything you’ve done.” I scowl at him. “Was it your plan to kill Dean that night?” Again, he doesn’t respond, and so, I remind him, “Time’s wasting.”
Legion’s expression hardens slightly as he speaks. “My plan was never to actually kill him. But to rob him of the redemption he so desperately seeks… And drive him to do it, himself… But that’s inconsequential now.”
“Nothing about anything you’ve done is inconsequential! And I’ve lied to the man I love to meet you here, after swearing to him, and myself, that I never would again.” I try not to raise my voice. “The least you can do is be straight with me, Legion, and tell me how to end this.”
“Oh, the irony in all of what you just said.” Legion chuckles. “Lies. Secrets. It’s like you’re already married! And here you are, with me… again… Perhaps you aren’t so different, after all…”
What the hell is that supposed to mean? I wonder, though I’m not happy with what I think he’s implying. “Don’t read into it. I’m only here for Dean.”
“Maybe I don’t believe you.”
“A Queen protects her King, you reminded me of that, didn’t you?”
His eyes meet mine with a scowl of his own, before he finally speaks. “I’ve been watching him a long time. Figuring out what and who he cares about. I had a beautiful plan to systematically dismantle his life. Destroy everything of any significance to him.” Legion says, stepping closer to me, his fist clenching in my face. “To twist him into something he’d hate! But then…” he hesitates, glaring at me harder. His expression seems to darken as the dim light he’s now standing directly beneath, creates ominous shadows across his features. His sharp cheekbones and jawline, making him look even more demonic.
“Then what?” I press him, straightening as if he doesn’t unnerve me as much as he does.
