White Hot Kiss

Roth nodded.

My gaze dropped to our clasped hands. Warmth had traveled up my arm, and I really didn’t trust that feeling. “And you don’t need to hold my hand.”

“But what if I get scared?”

“Seriously?”

Several seconds passed and then he released my hand. Scratching his chin, he shrugged. “Okay. It’s a deal, but if you want to hold my hand later, you’re out of luck.”

“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”

Roth slipped his hands into the pockets of his black jeans as he rocked back on his heels. “Are you happy now? Can we go?”

“All right,” I said. “Fine.”

He shot me a wide smile, flashing two perfectly placed dimples I hadn’t seen before. He looked almost normal when he smiled like that, but the perfection of his face still seemed unreal.

I tore my gaze from him, walking forward. “Where is it again?”

“The boiler room in the basement. And it’s probably going to smell worse down there.”

I’d forgotten about the smell somehow. “So you guys keep track of other demons and stuff?”

Roth nodded as he shouldered the double doors open. “Yes.”

I caught the door before it slammed shut, easing it closed. “And you let them infect humans even though it’s against the rules?”

Heading down the steps, he glanced back. He was humming under his breath, a song that was faintly familiar. “Yes.”

I followed him, gripping the rail with damp fingers. Something felt as if it was nesting in my stomach. “The Alphas forbid that kind of stuff. You’re only allowed—”

“I know. We’re only allowed to nudge humans, but never outright manipulate, infect and/or kill, and blah, blah. Free will is bullshit.” He laughed and jumped off the step, landing nimbly on the cement. “We’re demons. Rules kind of only apply to us when we want them to.”

“Free will isn’t bullshit, Roth.”

He stopped suddenly in front of me and our eyes locked. “Say it again.”

I frowned. “Say what?”

“My name.”

“Roth...?”

The dimples appeared again. “Did you know that was the first time you’ve used my name? I’ve decided I quite like hearing you say it. But back to my point—free will is bullshit. No one really has free will.”

I couldn’t look away. “That’s not true. We all have it.”

Roth came up a step, towering over me. I wanted to back down, but I forced myself to stand still. “You have no idea,” he said, eyes glinting like chips of tawny jewels. “None of us do. Especially not the Wardens or the demons. We all have orders, ones that we must obey. In the end, we always do what we’re told. The idea of free will is a joke.”

I felt sorry for him if he truly believed that. “I make choices every day—my choices. If you have no free will, then what kind of purpose would you even have in life?”

“What kind of purpose does a demon have? Hmm?” He tapped his chin with the tip of his finger. “Should I coerce a politician to turn dirty or should I save a kitten from a tree today? Wait. I’m a demon. I’m going to—”

“You don’t have to be sarcastic.”

“I’m not. I’m just giving you an example of how we are who we are—what we’re born to be. Our paths are clearly laid out in front of us. There is no changing that. No free will.”

“That’s your opinion.”

He held my gaze for a few more seconds and then smiled. “Come on.” He spun around, hurrying down another flight of stairs.

It took me a few seconds to make my legs move. “I’m not anything like you.”

Roth laughed in that rough, deep way again.

A brief, satisfying image of me kicking him down the stairs flashed before me. He was humming again, and I was too annoyed with him to ask what the song was.

The school was old and several stories tall, but it had been remodeled a few years ago. The stairwells were a sign of its true age. Old brick walls crumbled into a red-and-white dust that covered the steps.

We stopped in front of a rusted gray door that said Employees Only. The smell was enough to kill my appetite for the rest of the day. Roth glanced at me, seeming unaffected by the rankness.

“So...can you really tell if someone is going to Hell?” I asked, stalling. I might hurl if he opened the door.

“Pretty much,” he responded. “Usually it runs in the family. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“Kind of cliché.” I wrinkled my nose as the stink increased the closer we got.

“Most clichés are true.” He jiggled the doorknob. “Locked.”

“Oh. Darn.” I tugged on the chain and fiddled with the ring. “I guess we—” I heard gears grinding and metal give way. I glanced down at Roth’s hand as he pulled open the door. “Wow.”

“Told you I have many talents,” he said, glancing down at the ring. “Interesting piece of jewelry you have there.”