Page 125 of Forging Darkness

Her eyes flare and narrow before settling back into a bored expression. “I won’t tell them anything more than I already have until I’m a Nephilim again. Run along.” She flicks her hand at me in a shooing motion, her gaze wandering off me and over the seams of the room.

I tamp my irritation down.

“I’m not going to attempt to restore you until I know why you even want this. And that you also understand the possible outcomes. One of which is you’ll end up a pile of ash on the ground.”

With an “oh, you’re still here” sigh, she locks gazes with me. “I’m well aware of what your unchecked powers can do. I saw the carnage you left at Whitehold. I’m operating off a working theory that your angel-fire won’t hurt me.”

“You’re willing to stake your life on a theory?”

“What concern of yours is it if I am?”

“There are still people out there who care whether you live or die.”

Silver turns her head toward the two-way mirror and I follow her gaze with my own. On this side, we only see our reflections. Silver stares at a point between the two of us as if she’s looking directly into someone else’s eyes.

“I figured you’d be back there, Brother. Not letting her out of your sight anymore, hmm? Probably a good idea. A few more days with Thorne and I think she may have been lost to you forever.”

Oh no she didn’t.

I slap my hand on the table to get her attention, but the loud bang doesn’t even make her flinch.

“Are Mommy and Daddy back there with you?” she asks with a wicked grin.

“Silver,” I snap. “I’m not agreeing to anything until we have this conversation.”

With another sigh, she swings her head back and pins me with a glare. “Yes, I realize there’s a greater chance you’ll end up barbecuing me than actually restoring me. Yes, I will take the chance anyway. Is that good? Can we get on with it already? These bracelets,” she holds up the cuffs shackling her to the metal table, “are starting to chafe.”

I sit back in my seat only half-satisfied.

“Why do you want to do this?”

A dark look settles on her face. “You won’t ever be able to understand my motivations.”

I return her look with a fierce one of my own. “Make an effort to explain, or this isn’t going to happen.”

Lifting her top lip, she hisses at me, revealing a tiny piece of the monster that lives inside. It takes her a minute, but she eventually gets control of herself and the bored mask settles over her features once again. She starts inspecting one of her pointed nails.

“Maybe I want to be with my family again?”

“Lie. Try again.” I cross my arms over my chest and slouch more comfortably into my seat, letting her know I’m willing to wait her out.

“What do you know about Forsaken?” she asks, eyes still on her nails.

“That they look like nasty corpses in the spirit realm.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Is that all?”

I flick my gaze to the mirror, even though I know I won’t be able to see anyone. Where is this going?

“That’s a pretty broad question. Want to narrow it down so we can get to the point?”

“You’re like Nephilim Barbie, aren’t you? Pretty to look at with a hollow head.”

“You really want to spend time trading insults right now?”

“There are worse ways to pass the time.”

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