tried to keep in mind how hard life had to be for Caleb. Heâd lost everyone he cared about. Had seen his wife brutally slain by his enemies and had spent centuries enslaved to a cruel, demonic master whoâd hated his guts. One who hadnât hesitated to abuse and mock him every chance he could. Yeah, Nickâs father had been a rank dog to everyone around him. Caleb had every reason in the universe to hate Nick, and instead, he was the best friend Nick had ever known.
Hey, bud, Nick mentally projected to Caleb. Thanks.
Caleb scowled. âFor?â
Nick smiled as Caleb spoke out loud. Not letting me die. Fighting by my side whenever I need you to, and for getting up this morning when I know youâd rather sleep till noon or later.
His frown deepened. Youâre so weird.
Given the fact that Nick was the hated son of a demon whose sole purpose was to one day end the worldâand had been born the lead rider of the Apocalypse, Conquest, to be specific, and he was currently dating the ghost of a warrior he would kill in their futureâ weird was a massive understatement.
For that matter, if there was a primer for normality, Nick would be the first in line to buy it. His life was ever a case study of Murphyâs Law to the utter extremes.
Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. And in the worst way possible, at the worst possible time.
Yeah, that summed up his average day. Sad thing was, he was getting really used to that.
Just as the bell rang, Caleb sneezed.
Then sneezed again. And once more.
Nick froze at the startling sound heâd never heard before. Ever. Especially given the fact that Calebâs features instantly paled.
âYou all right, buddy?â
Caleb brushed his hand against his brow in a way that said it was not a good day to be Malphas. âI donât feel well all of a sudden.â
âYou donât look so good either.â
âSheez, Nick! Youâre so blunt!â Kody chided as she stepped around him to check on Caleb. She placed her hand on Calebâs forehead. âGracious, hon. Youâre burning with a fever.â
Caleb shook his head. âNo. Canât be. I donât get sick.â He started coughing. Hard.
Wide-eyed, Nick stepped back. âWhile Iâm no medic or nurse, that sounds pretty sick to me. And not the good kind of sick. The sick kind of sick. Like call-my-mama-I-need-soup-and-Kleenex sick.â
Kody patted Caleb on the back. âYou okay, sweetie?â
Nodding, he drew a ragged breath. Then he started coughing again.
Richardson came over to them with an irritated sneer. âIs there a problem?â
Nick exchanged a worried glance with Kody before he answered. âI think Calebâs illinâ.â
Scoffing, Richardson curled her lip. âHe looks fine toââ
Her words broke off as Caleb hurled at her feet. Shrieking, she jumped back, but not before he scored on her ugly brown ortho shoes.
Nick wrinkled his nose. âDude, thatâs so gross!â But awesome as all get-out! Nice to know Caleb had great aim in all things. âMan, whatâd you eat for breakfast? That donât look right. Is that small kitten bits or something?â
Turning bright green herself and retching, Richardson cursed them in a way that would have them suspended if the principal overheard one of them say that. âTake him to the office. Now!â
âYes, maâam.â Nick pressed his lips together to keep from laughing over the nasty retribution as he pulled Calebâs arm around his shoulders and led him toward the front of school. Kody followed behind them.
As soon as they were clear of the room, Nick paused to whisper. âYou want me to take you to the bathroom so you can teleport home?â
Caleb wheezed. âI-I-I canât teleport.â
Nick went cold with dread. âWhat?â
Stark cold terror filled Calebâs dark eyes. âMy powers are gone, Nick.