Neither happened, and he still felt like shit.
“Honestly, I don’t know if this is a side effect,” Cass admitted.
Well double fuck. Wasn’t that reassuring? He pried one eye open and glared at Cass. “Want to run that by me again?”
“Technically, this isn’t supposed to be happening.” Cass made a vague gesture toward his shivering, sweat-soaked body. “There wasn’t any reference to this in the research I did. It doesn’t make sense.”
“Did it mention anything about his weird glow? Because that’s damn freaky.”
“Um, no.”
The way Cass and Nikki were staring at him left him feeling uncomfortably like a bug under a microscope. Not looking forward to what he was about to discover, he shifted his arm and inspected it. There wasn’t a damn thing wrong with him from what he could tell. “What the hell are you talking about? I’m not glowing.”
A frown wrinkled Cass’s forehead. “You can’t see it? That’s…odd.”
Unable to take their wary observation a second longer, he shoved the covers aside and swung his legs over the edge of the mattress. His heavy, weak limbs protested any further attempt to move, but after a brief struggle, he successfully planted his feet on the carpet and stood. He wobbled, the room going wonky for a moment. Cass and Nikki both grabbed him. Waving off their assistance, he staggered to the bathroom. The sight greeting him in the mirror wasn’t pretty. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair plastered to his skull on one side and sticking up in messy spikes on the other. Scruff had overtaken his jaw, adding to his overall death-warmed-over appearance. The one thing not apparent however was any damn glow. Yeah, his pallor was gray and generally lifeless, but other than that, basically normal.
He caught Cass’s and Nikki’s reflections in the mirror and shrugged. “You two need to have your eyes checked.”
Cass cleared her throat. “Sam, take our word for it. There’s something strange going on with you.”
Shit, they wouldn’t get any argument from him there. He twisted the faucet on. Steadying himself with one fist braced against the ledge of the basin, he splashed water on his face one-handed. The icy water delivered a brisk, welcome slap. Turning his shoulder slightly, he glanced in the mirror and spied the faded section of his tattoo that covered his brand.
The visual proof of his broken seal filled him with contradicting emotions. He’d managed to accomplish what should have been the impossible, and in the process severed the one true claim Pricilla held on him. To say he was thrilled about that turn of events was a massive understatement. But having a huge part of himself stripped from existence left him with a strange hollowness inside. He’d been a soul collector practically his entire life. Certainly longer than he hadn’t been one. It was a status he’d hungered for. Killed for. Before Nettie came along, he would have sworn with his last breath it’d be a title he’d take to the grave.
Now it was simply…gone.
“Sam, you okay?”
A snort fell from Nikki. “Jeez, Cass. The guy’s been through the wringer the past two days. Not to mention tortured for six solid months before that. What do you think?”
He dropped his hand from the sink and met the concern in Cass’s eyes. The softness he read there clued him in that unlike Nikki, she’d picked up on his disturbed musings. Everything was too new, too raw, to share with anyone. Hell, he didn’t even know how to untangle the twisted mess of his thoughts. There was no way he could reveal any of it in a way that’d make sense. So he lied. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Cass didn’t look convinced, but she remained quiet for a long spell as he dragged his damp fingers through his hair, trying to tame it into submission. The heat of her and Nikki’s stares continued to drill into him, and he waited for the dreaded questions he knew were forthcoming. Being typically female—well, in Cass’s case anyway, most of the time he suspected Nikki didn’t realize she wasn’t a hardassed guy—they’d want gossip.
Specifically, dirt on his seal breaker. He’d just as soon not think about Marabella. Ever. It’d go a long way toward breaking his obsession with her.
Against his better judgment, he glanced at Cass. Aw hell. Might as well get it done and over with. “Go ahead and spit it out.”
“I didn’t want to say anything until you’re feeling better, but it’s probably best you know now.” Cass took a deep breath before releasing it in a weary rush. “Pricilla put a bounty on you yesterday. Word on the street is the price tag on you is outrageous.”
“A cool quarter of a mil,” Nikki supplied. “You’re a real popular dude right now, coz.”
He groaned. Bloody fuck. The odds of him living to the end of the week—hell, tomorrow—were slim to none now. Shit, he had said he’d rather be dead than shackled to Pricilla. Guess he’d gotten that wish handed to him on a silver platter. One lined with a disgusting amount of cold hard cash. Mighty generous of Pricilla to be contributing to the state of the economy with his death warrant.
“The orders are to bring you in alive,” Cass added, apparently plugging into his morose thoughts again.
“Naturally. No doubt the damn bitch wants the honor of killing me herself.”
Nikki gnawed her lip. “It’s not safe you staying here. Maybe popping off to some remote hideaway in Antarctica is in order.”
He gritted his teeth. “I’m not moving to Antarctica.”
“That won’t work anyway.” Cass pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “With your seal fried, you’re not popping anywhere.”
Aw fuck. That’s why he hadn’t been able to teleport the other night. He hadn’t considered how losing his seal would end up costing him his soul collector perks. Yet one more part of his life that’d been stripped in one fell swoop.
“So he’ll have to drive.” Nikki pivoted and strode into the bedroom. “Where’s your suitcase?”
He stumbled after her. “I’m not going anywhere.” This was his home, damn it. Pricilla could sic all the goons she wanted on his ass. He wasn’t going to tuck tail and run.
An exasperated sound fizzled from Cass, and he turned to find her frowning at him. “You’re being stubborn again, Sam. Your life is in danger if you stay in Savannah. You know that.”
“I’m not stupid. I’m fully aware my days are numbered.”
Cass’s gaze became pleading. “They don’t have to be. Nik and I will talk to Mom. We’ll stash you—”
“No. Do not involve Sonia in this.” His aunt was a force to be reckoned with, even on a good day. If she was made aware of the fact he’d broken his seal—and therefore tarnished the Gorasola family name—there would be hell to pay. Blood or not, he wouldn’t be surprised if she was infuriated enough to hand him over to Pricilla herself. He jabbed a finger in Cass’s direction. “You don’t need to be involved in this shit either. Both of you are going back to your dad’s. I’ll figure out a plan on my own.” The last thing he needed was Tobias and Sonia breathing down his neck for involving their daughters in his mess. Pricilla and her henchmen were child’s play compared to his aunt and uncle.
Nikki joined her sister in the center of the room. “We’re not going anywhere.” Eyes flashing with challenge, she tilted her chin at an obstinate angle. No doubt she was relishing the opportunity to throw his own words in his face.
Frustration a snarling beast rattling at his cage, he paced the carpet. “This isn’t your fight.”
Cass linked arms with Nikki. “Wanna bet?”
For the love of everything unholy, was there a damn female on this planet who wasn’t determined to drive him out of his fucking mind?