He unlocked the car and put her school bag, as well as the bag that one of the brothers had thrown him, into the boot of the car and walked her around to the passenger side. She got in and did up the harness, and he went around quickly, getting in on the other side. He didn’t bother with the harness, just starting the car and pulling out. He zoomed off, really pressing on the accelerator.
Robert kept glancing in the rear view mirror. They reached the centre of town and he slowed down considerably. Beth looked around.
“Where are we going?” she asked quietly, looking up at him through her lashes, trying to tell whether he was still angry.
He glanced at her briefly, before looking in the mirror again.
“Safe house,” was all he said, though his tones were considerably softer than they had been not so long ago.
“We’re in the town centre,” she pointed out.
“I need to make sure we’re not being followed.”
Beth swallowed and found herself looking behind them every so often. He reached across and put his hand on her knee before replacing it on the steering wheel. She relaxed; he definitely wasn’t angry anymore. She leant across and kissed his cheek. He smiled slightly.
“What happened back there?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“This morning, Liam and Lucas found their hideout. There was evidence that Rosalyn was there so they called the others in. That’s how they were able to all come at once. I called them once I realised what was going on.”
“What about after that?”
“We fought, Lucius turned up and stopped it,” he said simply.
“What about the feathers though? He told you to burn them slowly.”
“Every demon has wings, but you can’t see them in this dimension. When a demon is born or created, a feather is taken to keep them in line; if the feather is damaged, it can kill them. Burning feathers is a common method of demon torture.”
Beth nodded slowly, taking on board this new information. After a long while, she spoke again.
“Your eyes were red,” she whispered.
He sighed. “I knew we were going to get to this eventually,” he mumbled. “You remember when I was telling you about the aristocracy?”
After a moment, Beth nodded, the memory coming back to her.
“You said there was a price you had to pay. Onyx once told me that the scars on your back are the price you paid for your position.”
“Every member of the brotherhood, since the beginning of time, has been given a gift. It’s a curse, but it aids us with our fighting. Any sort of extreme emotion sets it off, anger being the most common. It’s an internal battle we fight every single second. I’m not really sure how to explain it,” he murmured. He thought for a minute or two. Beth didn’t rush him. “It’s a... spirit. It’s stronger than we are but it... It aids us when we need it, but it likes to just break out at the most inopportune moments.”