They might not ever discuss the Unfortunate Incident, but Kaia had never forgotten it. (See? A Harpy with a long memory.) Every day she remembered how Bianka had writhed in a pool of her own blood, her eyes glassy with pain. How moans of anguish had parted mutilated lips.
Bianka sighed. Okay, lets get your problems out of the way so we can concentrate on me. Tell me why you picked Strider as your heartmate. I know youre dying to extol his virtues.
For a moment, Kaia could only blink at her sister, certain shed misheard. Are you freaking kidding me? Heartmate? Did you just say heartmate?
Bianka snickered. I did, and I almost gagged. Lysanders influence, you know. Anyway, Striders such a tool. And a challenge. Another snicker echoed. Get it? A challengehe cant lose onebut he sure as hell acts like one.
Kaia rolled her eyes. I think youve been hanging with the angels too much. Your IQ has dropped.
What? That was funny. Square-tipped nails painted bright blue drummed against the metal rack between them. And by the way, the angels arent that bad.
Whatever you need to tell yourself, my love.
Bianka blew her a kiss full of fang. Alls Im saying is that Striders gonna be a handfuland not the good kind. Hesactually, wait. I recant. Hes too big to be anything but a good handful. Or more. But hes also gonna be a bad one. Wait. That doesnt ring true, either. How should I put this? Hes going to
I get it already! Hes got a huge package, and hes irritating as hell. Whats your point?
Glad youre finally up to speed. Its sad, really, that you need so much explanation. The sparkle in her sisters eyes dimmed. Anyway, you told him how you felt about him and he rejected you. Hell be annoyed by any further contact you initiate, and an annoyed demon-possessed warrior is a global disaster waiting to happen.
I know. If she had realized his importance to her sooner, she wouldnt have slept with his friend Paris, the keeper of Promiscuity. Otherwise known as Paris the Sexorcist, a male so sensual he could make your head spin. And if she hadnt slept with the Sexorcist, Strider the Stupid wouldnt have rejected her.
Maybe.
Or maybe he would have. Because to her consternationyes, consternation, and not an all-consuming, organ-flaming ragehe kinda sorta desired another woman. Haidee, a pretty female who belonged to his friend, Amun, keeper of Secrets.
At least Haidee was off-limits, and Kaia didnt have to worry about Strider getting handsie. Honor among evil demons, and all that.
But damn it, just the thought of his gaze on another woman caused Kaias nails to elongate and sharpen, her fangs to sprout and her blood to boil. Mine, every cell in her body cried. She would kill anyone who made a play for him, as well as anyone he made a play for; she wouldnt be able to help herself. Her dark side would take over, driving her to protect what was hers.
Seriously, hes lucky to be alive, and not just because I want to chop off his man parts and feed them to zoo animals while he watches, Bianka continued. Any man who cant recognize your worth deserves a good torturing.
I know. Not because Kaia was anything specialthough she was, kind of, maybedamn it, she used to bebut because no one could reject a Harpy without suffering severe consequences.
Actually, most Harpies would have taken Strider despite his wishes. So maybe she was the stupid one for allowing him to push her away. She just wanted him willing. She needed him willing. To abscond with him was to defeat him, and to defeat him was to hurt him.
She couldnt bring herself to hurt him. Even at the expense of her sanity.
Youre too good for him, anyway, Bianka said, loyal as always.
I know, she repeated once more, lying this time. She would only ever be a disgrace to her clan. He deserved better.
Her sister sighed. But you still want him. A statement of fact, not a question.
Yeah.
So what are you going to do to win him?
Nothing, she said, fighting a wave of depression. I chased after him once. And hed found her lacking. Im not going to do it again.
Maybe
No. A few weeks ago, I challenged him to kick more Hunter ass than me. Hunters, the enemy out to destroy all things demon. The fanatics who loved to go after innocents who dared get in their way. The pre-dead humans who would meet the tips of her claws if they approached Strider again.
Well, if they dared approach him with a weapon in hand. She might let them crawl toward him to apologize for the trouble theyd caused throughout the centuries. Torturing the Lordsonly she was allowed to do so. Blowing up buildingsyawn. Could they be any more B-movie? Sooo irritating. Decapitating the keeper of Distrustokay, that one was a little more than irritating, considering Strider was still messed up about it and everything.
Speaking of Distrusts murder, Haidee had helped carry it out. Yep, that Haidee. The one Strider desired.
Kaia didnt understand it. If he could want Haidee despite her crimes, why couldnt he want Kaia?
I wanted to help him kill the men who were after him. I wanted him to see how capable I was, she added. I wanted him to admire my skill. But did he? Noooo. He was pissed. He raged about all the pain I was going to cause him. So I let him win. Freaking let him. You know I never throw a fight. That smacked of weakness, and too many people viewed her as weak already. And how did he thank me? By telling me to get lost. Hu-mil-i-ating. Now, lets change the subject. Before she threw a temper tantrum and razed the mall to the ground. What look are you going for? she asked, flipping through the racks herself.
Slutty yet sophisticated, her sister said, allowing the change without comment.
Good choice. She rubbed her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she studied the colorful array of garments. Think dressing up will help your sitch?
Gods, I hope so. I plan to let Lysander rip the garment off me, make love to me in the dirtiest way possible, and then, while hes trying to catch his breath, drop the big, bad bombshell on him and run like hell.
Something Kaia would have loved to do with Striderthe dirty loving part, anywaybut he wouldnt give a shit about anything she told him. As hed already proven. What are you going to say to Lysandy, anyway? Exactly.
Bianka shrugged her seemingly delicate shoulders. ExactlyI dont know.
Try me. Pretend Im your disgustingly in love angel consort, and confess.
Okay. A sigh, a straightening of her spine, then lovely amber eyes were staring over at Kaia with trepidation. All right. Here goes. A pause. A gulp. Darling, I, uh, have something to tell you.
What is it? Kaia said in her deepest voice. She propped her elbows on the bar, the hanger hooks digging into her skin. Tell me quickly because I need to spread my happy fairy dust and wave my magic wand when
He doesnt spread happy fairy dust! Hes a killer, damn it. The indignation drained as quickly as it had formed. But as for that magic wand Bianka shivered, smirked. Its really big. Probably bigger than Striders.
Kaia just blinked at her, waiting.
Her sister inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly. Fine. Continuing. Darling, for the first time in forever, my family has been invited to participate in the Harpy Games. Why for the first time in forever, you ask. Well, funny story. You see, my twin sister did the dumbest thing and
Im sure youre exaggerating about that part, she interjected, still using that deep voice to mimic Lysander. Your twin is the strongest, most intelligent female Ive ever met. Now tell me something important.
Anyway, Bianka went on smoothly. Im not sure why weve been invited, but a gold embossed card demanding our attendance came via Harpy Express a few days ago. We cant refuse without bringing intense shame to our entire clan. We would be labeled cowards, and as you know, Im no coward. SoIm leaving in one week, and Ill be gone for four. Oh, and each of the four agreed upon events involves bloodshed, possible limb removal and definite torture. See ya. She gave a pinkie wave, stilled, then waited for Kaias response.
Kaia nodded. I like it. Firm, informative and unwavering. Hell have no choice but to let you go without a fuss.
Some of Biankas worry melted away. You really think so?
Gods, no. I dont, not at all. Hes gonna flip his lid. For real. Youve met him, right? Protective to the extreme. Lucky girl. So what about this one? She held up a barely there confection with thin silver chains connecting the sides.
I think its great. Perfect, actually. I also think youre a brat.
She flashed an unrepentant grin. You love me anyway.
Like you said, my IQ has dropped. Bianka chewed on her bottom lip. Okay, so. Heres how I think it will go after I confess. First, hell try to stop me.
You got that right.
Then, when he realizes he cant, hell insist on going with me.
Right again. Are you good with that? Everyone would make fun of her for hitching herself to a do-gooder. Even their mother. Especially their mother. Tabitha hated angels more than most, since shed always thought their youngest half sisters father was an angel and had blamed the man for Gwens supposed weaknesses.
Yeah. Bianka smiled dreamily. Im good with that. I dont like to be without him, and really, I will slaughter anyone who speaks ill of him, so thatll add spice to my days.
Not to mention weed out the competition because I will help you with those slaughterings. How she wished she could take Strider with her.
Actually, no, she thought next. Thank the gods he wasnt going with her. She was reviled among the Harpy clans. She would die of mortification if he saw her own kind turn their backs on her, and she would fall into that shame spiral if he ever heard her despised nickname.
A soldier like Strider prized strength. She knew because she was a soldier like Strider.
Of course, her next thought struck hard and cut deep Haidee was strong. The bitch. Though (mostly) human, the girl had managed to defeat death time and time again, coming back to life to fight the Lords. Until shed fallen in love with Amun.
If I didnt adore Amun so much, Id send that female back to the gravefor the last damn time! No one caught Striders notice without suffering unbearably.
Maybe before Kaia left for the games shed ensure the girl acquired a raging case of head lice or something. No one would be hurt, Strider would be repulsed and Kaia would feel like shed accomplished some sort of revenge. Win-win.
Are you listening to me or have I lost you to the thought train again? Bianka asked, exasperated.
She pulled herself out of her head. Yes, Im listening. You were talking about somethingof great consequence.
You were listening, her sister said, hand fluttering over her heart. Anyway, thank you for offering to help punish everyone who insults Lysander. Youre my favorite enabler in the world, Kye.
You, too, Bee. Things would work out for Bianka. Lysander would support her no matter what, and the Harpies would see how intractable he could be and back down. Kaia, though No, things would not be working out for her.
Mother Dearest is gonna be there, Bianka said, trying for a casualness neither of them felt for this particular topic, and shes gonna hate him, isnt she?
For sure. But then, she has lousy taste in men. Take our father, for instance. A Phoenix shifter, aka the worst of the worst in terms of immortal races. Theyre always pillaging and burning stuff to the ground. Seriously, you have to be a real nutbag to hook up with one of them. Which means, what? Mother is a real nutbag. Id be worried if she liked Lysander.
What would Tabitha think of Strider, though?
Bianka gave a low, warm chuckle. Youre right. She does, and she is.
And you know what else? She can suck it, for all I care. Brave words, yet, on the inside Kaia was still a little girl, desperate for her mothers approval. But, maybe, I dont know, maybe shell finally bury the hatchet with me. Gods, was that needy tone really hers?
Bianka leaned across the rack and patted her shoulder. Hate to break it to you, sister mine, but the only way shell bury a hatchet is if she gets to bury it in your back.
She tried not to sag with regret. So true. And she wouldnt care. She wouldnt. Really. But why, why, why did no one but her sisters consider her good enough?
One mistake, just onewhen shed been a child, no lessand her mother had written her off. One mistake, just one, and Strider wouldnt commit to her. Wasnt like shed cheated on him. Theyd both been single for years, and hadnt even been on a date together. They hadnt kissed. Hadnt really even talked. And the night she slept with Paris? She hadnt known she would one day want Strider sexually. Or at all.
He should have recognized her appeal from the very beginning and tried to seduce her. So, really, when you thought about it, the blame could totally be laid at his door. Or maybe at his demons. Defeat had yet to realize that losing her was far worse than losing a challenge. Otherwise, Strider would suffer without her.
She wanted him to suffer without her.
The demon was bonded to Strider and essential to his survival, somaybe she could do something to win the evil fiend over. If she decided to make another play for Strider. Which she wouldnt. As shed told her sister, hed lost his chance. Besides, approaching him now would make her seem desperate. Which she was.
Gods, this was depressing. And infuriating! Opposition was to be crushed, always, but how was she to fight a man she also wanted to protect?
What are you thinking about now? Bianka asked. Your eyes are almost completely black, so I know your Harpy is close to taking over and
Hey. Hey, you! What are you doing in here? someone shouted.
Forcing herself to breathe deep and calm down, she threw a quick look over her shoulder. Great. Mall security had arrived. Im fine, swear. Meet you back at the house? she said, tossing the chosen dress at her sister.
Yeah, Bianka said, catching the garment and stuffing it down her T-shirt for safekeeping. Love you.
Love you, too.
They sprinted off in different directions.
Stop! Ill shoot!
Kaias red hair practically glowed in the dark, making her the easier target, so the guardwho didnt shoot, the liarchased after her as he radioed for backup. The fact that shed flipped him off before taking that first corner had nothing to do with it.
Most of the store lights were switched off, and the rest of the mall offered very little illumination. Not that it mattered to her superior Harpy eyesight. Her gaze expertly cut through the shadows as she dodged and darted her way toward the exit. Unfortunately, the human knew the area better than she did and managed to keep up with her.
Time to kick things to the next level.
Her wings flutteredreadyingbut just before she could blaze into hyperspeed, the guard did the unthinkable and tasered her. Tasered. Her. Not a liar, after all. Kaia fell to her face, oxygen instantly turning to lightning in her lungs. She was mere inches from the doorway, yet her spasming muscles prevented her from completing her escape.
She could have jerked the clamps from her back. She could have twisted, pitched one of the many daggers strapped to her and ended her pain. Ended the human. But this was her hometown, and she didnt like to kill the locals. Or rather, she didnt like to kill more than one a day and shed already hit her limit.
A lie, but shed go with it.
Plus, why kill the guard when she hadnt truly given the chase her all, knowing deep down that he could provide what shed secretly craved: a reason to call Strider.
After all, someone would have to bail her out of jail.
CHAPTER TWO
STRIDER WAITED IN THE LOBBY of the Anchorage Police Department, his friend Paris at his side. Theyd already posted Kaias bail and were now waiting for her to be released into their custody. Come on, Red. Hurry. He was currently on the receiving end of several once-overs from the male copsfun fact, hed had less invasive body cavity searchesas well as a few very thorough eye-fuckings from the females. Paris was, too.
They were armed, yeah. Strider wouldnt visit a church in heaven without a few blades stashed somewhereespecially now that he knew heaven was guarded by freaking giant-ass angelsmuch less stroll into a building filled to bursting with guns and humans who knew how to use them. But, so far, no one had commented. Not that they could see his arsenal, hidden beneath his jacket, T-shirt and jeans as it was.
Why did we have to be the ones to do this, again? Paris asked. At six-foot-eight with an all-muscle frame, the keeper of Promiscuity was, to put it mildly, a big guy. Three inches taller than Strider, the bastard, butand that was a huge butnot nearly as powerful.
Considering how many times theyd thrown down, the comparison wasnt merely an opinion but a solid fact.
I owed her a favor, he said, careful not to reveal any emotion. Like the fact that hed rather be locked in his enemys dungeon, torture on the days menu, than here. Like the fact that he didnt want to see Kaia again. Ever. Like the fact that he didnt want Paris to see Kaia again. For way longer than ever. She called it in.
What favor?
None of your damn business. He didnt even like to think about it. And talk about it? Hell, no. Too embarrassing. Like being caught out in public with your pants down.
Wait. Bad example. Pants down was a good look for him. A really good look.
Ego check. Hed told himself he was going to stop patting himself on the back for all his wonderful qualities. After all, it wasnt fair to the citizens of the world. They couldnt help being inferior to him in every way.
Well, I dont owe her anything. Paris flicked him a glance, ocean-blue eyes glinting. Tension radiated from him. Tragically, uh, fortunately, that didnt affect his handsomeness. He had a head of hair most women would kill to own, a mass of differing shades of brown, from the darkest of midnight to the sweetest of honey, and a face most women would kill just to glimpse.
Kaia had probably fisted that hair. Had probably smothered that face with kisses.
Striders jaw clenched. You slept with her. Do you really need a reminder of that?
No, no reminder. But when you think about it, that means she owes me. And now you owe me, too, summoning me the way you did, interrupting my quest to demand I help you. Acid filled those words. Not because of Strider, but because of the quest.
Sienna, the woman Paris desired above all others, was trapped in the heavens, a slave to the god king. Worse still, she was now possessed by the demon of Wrath. Paris hoped to find her, save her and punish everyone who had hurt her.
Strider pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, remaining silent. Paris had found his one and only, as the stupid shithead was now fond of sayingand sounding like a pussyyet had still slept with Kaia. A man with a one and only shouldnt screw around, in Striders humble opinion. Yeah, yeah. Paris couldnt help himself. Because of his demon, he had to sleep with a different person every day or he weakeneddied.
A petty part of Strider almost wished his friend had chosen the weakening path rather than touching the Harpy.
Of course, the thought caused guilt to eat at him. Kaia was not Striders one and only, if such a thing even existed for him. She was too competitive, too strong and too wily to cause him anything but misery. And yes, he got the irony. He was that same way with everyone. But he was attracted to her, and as possessive as he was and had always been, he didnt like the thought of her sleeping with anyone else.
Especially since he had to be the best at everything he did. Because of his demon, he had to win, even in bed. And as Paris had more experience than anyone he knew, there was no way Strider could compete in that arena.
Maybe he could have ignored his other reasons for rejecting Kaias recent and numerous come-and-strip-me glances, but he couldnt ignore that one. Not even once. Because once a man tasted the forbidden fruit, he would go back for more. He wouldnt be able to help himself, the tether on his sanity already broken. So Strider would keep going back, and every time he touched her, tasted her, peeled her panties away with his teeth, he would later experience agony in its purest form.
Yes, Strider was damn good in the sack. Not that he was going to pat himself on the back. He didnt do that anymore, he reminded himself. Okay, fine. Hed make an exception because of the extreme superiority of his talent. He was far better than good. He was flipping amazing. But he never took on a fight he wasnt sure he could win. Nothing was worth the physical and mental torment that accompanied a loss, and Paris was probably better than flipping amazing.
Fine. No probably about it, if the moans Strider had heard from the many hotel rooms Paris had rented throughout the centuries could be believed.
Now, the pleasure that came with a winsweet gods above. There was nothing like it, not even sex. Strider was addicted to the rush the same way Paris was addicted to ambrosia, the drug of choice for immortals. In fact, hed stab a dear friend in the throat before letting himor hertrounce him in something as minor as a spelling bee.
The best way to spell victory? K-I-L-L.
Anyway, Paris said, drawing him back to the present. What did Kaia do for you that youd willingly indenture yourself to me?
I already told you. Its none of your damn business.
Yeah, but I figured if I kept asking, youd cave.
You were wrong. News flash, Im a little more stubborn than most. And by the way, I didnt indenture myself to you. In exchange for your help tonight, I agreed to go to Titania with you to hunt for Sienna. Titania. Dumbass name. But Cronus, the egomaniacal god king, had renamed Olympus to piss off the now incarcerated Greeks who had once reigned there.
Took a real set of titanium cojones to name a location after yourself. Or maybe Cronus was simply overcompenating for something.
Not that Strider and his beloved cock, which hed modestly nicknamed Stridey-Monster, knew anything about that. They were perfect in every way.
Ego check. Damn it. How many would he need in one day?
Dude, you totally indentured yourself. You also agreed to kidnap that shithead William and take him with us, Paris said.
I also agreed to kidnap that shithead William and take him with us, yes. A fact that still pissed him off. William, a sex-addicted immortal who wanted to sleep with Kaia. Unfortunately, Willy was also the only person who could actually spot Sienna, being as how Sienna was dead and he had that whole I-see-dead-people thing going on.
Also, it helped that the guy could now flash. For whatever reason, the abilities the gods had once stripped him of were now returning.
Anyway. Something Strider and his cohorts had recently learned was that dead didnt necessarily mean gone forever. Not for humans and certainly not for immortals. Far from it, in fact. Souls could be captured, manipulatedabused. Sienna was of the abused variety, and Paris was desperate to save her.
The besotted warrior shifted from one booted foot to the other. Behind the counter, a female groaned as if the movement was torturefor her. You agreed to help me knowing youd have to find Sienna, no matter how long it takes, or youll hurt. Bad.
As far as Strider was concerned, the longer it took them, the better. The more distance between him and Kaia, the better. He had to prove to himself that he could walk away and forget about her.
Hed done it before. Only problem was, now he knew her better and the attraction was stronger.
Youve been in the heavens for weeks and made no progress, he said. You needed me.
Yeah, but you didnt need me. Not for something as simple as this.
Actually, he did. He needed to see Paris and Kaia together. Needed to remind himself why he couldnt have her, why he had to stop thinking about her all the damn time. Why she was bad news. Preferably before his demon decided they had to have heror else.
Besides, Strider had needed to escape Budapest, his home not-really-sweet home, as well as put some distance between himself, Amun and Amuns new girlfriend, Haidee. Strider had laid his semi-best moves on her, but shed wanted nothing to do with him. Sure, hed also insulted her at every turn and threatened to decapitate her, but give a guy a damn break. Hed had excellent reasons.
Haidee had once been a Hunter, had killed his best friend, Baden, keeper of Distrust, and had attempted to savage his home.
Yet still hed desired her. And now, every time he looked at her, he was reminded of his failure. His loss. The ensuing pain. Butand here was the kicker. Hed never had a problem resisting her. Hed kept his mouth, hands and favorite appendage to himself without any difficulty.
Kaia, however, wouldnt be extended the same courtesy if they spent any alone time together. Already his mouth watered for a taste, his hands itched for a touch and his favorite appendage stood at embarrassing attention.
Oh, yes. He had to get as far, far away from the whole situation as possible.
Stridey-Man. You here with me or what?
He blinked into focus. Paris. Police station. Humans with guns. Winking in and out was stupid. He blamed Kaia for his lax concentrationanother reason to avoid her. I dont want to talk about it, was all he said.
Paris opened his mouth to respond, but closed it with a snap when they heard the welcome sound of high heels clacking down the nearest hallway. Then Kaia was rounding the corner, silky red hair hanging down her back in complete disarray, gray-gold eyes bright and wicked body swaying with a seductive beat Strider prayed only he could hear.
No. He didnt want to hear it, so he wouldnt pray that he alone could. But if anyone else heard it, hed rip out their goddamn eardrums. Because Kaia was, despite everything, his friend. Theyd fought enemies together, bled for each other. Hell, theyd joked and laughed together. So yeah, they were friends, and he didnt like his friends being harassed. And that was the only reason, damn it. Hed do the same thing for Paris. Whod better not hear that beat!
Dont you go getting into any more trouble, you hear, the officer escorting her said with open affection, and Strider wanted to kill the guy for so blatantly harassing heror speaking to her at all. We love ya, but we dont want to see you here again.
Calm down. Youre not dating her, and youre not going to date her. Or kiss her. All over. The cops flirting doesnt matter.
As if Id let myself get caught a fourth time, she replied with a grin that was all about the charm.
A grin that caused Striders chest to constrict. No one should have lips so plump and red, or teeth so straight and white. Didnt help that she wore pink knee-high snakeskin boots, a micromini jean skirt and a white tank top that clearly showcased the white lace bra underneath.
Miracle of miracles, she was wearing a bra today.
She stopped short when she spied him, her smile fading. He wasnt sure what hed expected from her, but he did know that reticence wasnt it.
Her gaze moved to Paris, and the smile returned. As did the constricting in Striders chest. Hey, stranger. What are you doing here?
Im not sure exactly. Paris threw him a quick frown. Not that Im unhappy to see you, you understand.
Yeah. You, too. And thanks for the pick up. Appreciate it.
Anytime. Just hopefully not anytime in the near future.
She chuckled, the sound warm and rich and its undertones so erotic that it stroked over his skin. Cant promise.
Neither said anything romantic, yet both of their voices grated on him. Maybe because hed needed them to goo-it-up with each other so that his hormones would get the not going there message.
He had a feeling he would have been annoyed no matter what.
Like her smile, her chuckle shut down when she switched her attention to Strider. So, she said. You. As if shed just spotted an oozing culture of flesh-eating bacteria on the bottom of her shoe.