His head tilted to the side, his study of her intensifying. Youre a strange mix of emotion and energy today. Happy yet anxious, enthusiastic yet fatigued. Expression stern, he added, You must take better care of yourself, Nicola. Thats an order.
She cleared her throat and shifted in her seat. Yes, well, Im waiting for you to teach me how. Hint, hint. That was the safest response.
He remained stoic as he turned and walked to the far wall, where he traced his finger over the peeling paint.
Hands trembling, she smoothed the wrinkles from the white cotton button-up she wore. Yes, hed said he wasnt interested in her romantically, and that was fine. Really. She hadnt wanted to pout about it or anything like thator try and change his mind. Therefore, she wasnt sure why shed raced home from the hospital to shower and dress, spending a little extra time on her makeup and hair, just in case he showed up. Really.
Thats what I came to discuss with you, he said. I hoped to begin your training today, but thats proven impossible. I have just returned from a mission, and have been unable to prepare.
A mission? Oh. What kind? she asked, trying for a casual tone.
He rolled his shoulders, saying, The kind that involves an army.
Fighting some kind of enemy? Using guns?
No.
Daggers?
Of a sort. He strode to the only window and checked the lock. Beginning tomorrow, Ill require half an hour out of your day, every day. Youll devote yourself to me, and only to me.
Just half an hour? Surely that wasnt disappointment swimming laps in her veins. Its yours. But are you sure thats enough? I mean, dont we have a lot of ground to cover?
He stiffened, saying, We do. He massaged the back of his neck. Ill give you forty-five minutes and He shook his head, narrowed his eyes. Thats not enough, either, is it? Ill give you...an hour. The last was gritted from him, as if granting her an hour was a hard decision to make.
Half of her was insulted. The other half of her was too excited to care. Thank you.
And when were apart, he continued, as if she hadnt spoken, youll not worry. Youll not stress, as you humans say. Youll do only the things that make you happy.
Great in theory, but how do you suggest I go about that?
He faced her, his brow furrowing as he considered her words. Perhaps you should listen to jokes.
A stellar idea from Mr. Serious, she thought drily. Thats all youve got? I thought you had all the answers.
Spend time with your sister. Shes better, Im guessing.
She is. Nicola had told her sister about Koldo and his claims, and her sister had laughed, thinking either the drugs or the concussion or both were messing with her mind. Nothing shed said had been able to convince the girl otherwise. She might need some convincing to take you seriously, but dont worry. Ill convince her. The alternative was to watch her sister die, and she simply wasnt going to allow that to happen.
Koldo closed the distance and flattened his hands on her desk. She had to fist her slacks to stop herself from reaching out and tracing her fingertips along his jaw. Just how would he respond to something like that?
Youll do everything I tell you? he asked sharply.
Everything. No hesitation. Weve gone over this.
Never hurts to double-check. His gaze dropped to her lips and stayed. So pink, he whispered, and frowned. So pretty.
Her palms began to sweat. He was peering at her as if she were splayed on a buffet table, a sign that read All You Can Eat for Free flashing overhead. As if he were starving.
Had he changed his mind about wanting her in that way?
He inhaled deeply, and blinked. His nose wrinkled as if hed just encountered something unpleasant. Why do you smell like that? His tone was cutting.
Like what? Toxic waste?
Jasmine and honeysuckle.
Uh, its from a new soap and lotion. The one Sirena had given her.
Never use them again. That is your first order. In fact, throw them out.
No, he hadnt changed his mind.
A knock echoed through the room, and Nicola somehow managed to tug herself from the beastly magnetism of his face to glance toward the left.
The door was open, allowing Sirena to peek inside without any prompting from her. Hey, Nicola, she said with a wide, toothy grina grin that slowly faded as her gaze swept through the office. I thought I heard you talking to someone, but never saw anyone come in.
Nicolas attention darted to Koldo. Or rather, to where Koldo had been standing. He was gone, leaving only a waft of his sunshine scent in the air. Hed taken his heat with him, and Nicola shivered, suddenly cold and, well, somewhat bereft.
I thought you were on a break, she said.
I was, until I realized youd be lost without me. Admitted unabashedly and with total conviction. Of course, I hurried to return.
Lost? Seriously? Thats what the girl believed? Three times this morning Nicola had heard Sirena misdirect a caller. The other four times the phone had rung, the girl had let it roll to voice mail. What can I do for you, Sirena?
Just wanted you to know Mr. Turner is here to see you. She cupped her hand around her mouth and whispered, And hes looking mighty fine. You should totally tap that.
Dex was here? Why? Thanks for letting me know. Please send him in.
Sirena winked, and turned with an exaggerated sway of her hips. You can go in now, Mr. Hot Stuff.
Annnd Nicola jotted down Chat with Sirena about sexual harassment on her to-do list. She underlined, circled and starred.
A few seconds later, Dex soared inside. His dark hair was combed, not a strand out of place. His eyes were bright, despite their dark color. He wore a gray button-up shirt and black slacks. Very businessman. Very attractive. But had he been standing next to Koldo, he would have paled in comparison.
He would have also probably peed his pants in fear.
Stop that. Hey, Dex, Nicola said. Now that Koldo was gone, her earlier rush to leave resurfaced. Her attention returned to her bag. Files were sticking out the top. What can I do for you?
I hear your sister is all better.
Not all, not quite yet, but shes on the mend.
He sat down, leaned back and relaxed, fitting his hands over his middle. Thats good, right? Youll have more free time now.
Actually, Ill have less. She would be spending every spare second with Lailaand an hour a day with Koldo.
What the heck was he?
She needed a sensitive spirit to discover the answer, hed said. Well, that seemed way complicatedso shed given in and tried the internet. But a search for an invisible warrior who could heal with happiness had mostly yielded articles about soldiers suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.
this weekend?
Dexs voice pulled her out of her head. Im sorry, what?
His cheeks reddened in the slightest degree. I was wondering if you had any plans this weekend?
Oh. Yes. I have paperwork, she said. Plus, there was her second job at the grocery store.
Yeah, but you also have to eat.
Actually, food was optional. Ive got Laila, and that means
Shell need a date, too. Good news is, I have a friend, he interjected. Im sure you heard that Blaine and his girlfriend broke up a few months ago, and even though he forced me to eat that crap in the fridge after our race, I still like him.
Blaine. Blaine, who Laila would find too cute to resist.
Would Laila be strong enough to leave the house, though? And if so, could Nicola actually deny her sister a little fun before she...before she... Anyway. What if that fun led to the necessary happiness?
Maybe Dex sensed that she verged on capitulation. Boasting a half grin, he leaned forward and wrote something on a piece of paper. Heres my number. Call me if you change your mind.
Thanks, she whispered.
He stood and strode to the door, only to pause and say, By the way, you smell really nice. He kicked back into motion.
See you later, handsome, Sirena said from the reception area.
Uh, sure thing, Dex replied, clearly uneasy.
So...Koldo thought she smelled terrible, and Dex thought she smelled nice. Who was right?
Koldo the Honest, no question.
She sighed. The phone rang as she was gathering the rest of her things.
The phone was still ringing when she stepped out of the office. Sirena and Jamila were standing in the gap between their desks, their noses touching as they glared and huffed and puffed at each other. Hands were fisted; limbs were trembling.
I know what you are, Sirena snapped.
I cant say the same, Jamila hissed, but I know youre bad news.
You want to survive this? Youll leave and never come back.
This time, I can say the same.
The two clearly had history. Is someone going to get that? Nicola asked, the weight of the files already causing her to pant.
The women jumped apart as if shed prodded them with hot pokers.
Sirena tossed her a smile, all hint of rage gone. Sure thing, she said, strolling to her desk to pick up the phone. Accounting. As she eased into her chair, she twirled the cord between her fingers. Well, dont you just have the sweetest voice. A girlish giggle caused Nicola to cringe. Yeah. I am. Wait. Tell me slower so I can be sure to transcribe every riveting word.
Nicola faced Jamila, who was still standing in place, still struggling to control her darker emotions. I wont ask what that was about, and I also wont be back until late tomorrow. All I want is for the two of you to refrain from eating kittens, kicking puppies and boiling rabbits just to strike at each other.
Where are you going? Jamila demanded, ignoring the insult. Youre not scheduled to leave for another three hours and eight minutes.
How cute. The girl most likely to be voted Useless was questioning her ethics. Not that its any of your business, but Im going home. And Ive already gotten permission, thank you.
Why are you leaving? And why are you taking those files?
Again, its none of your business. And because someone has to do them. Forget her bubbling excitement for her sisters homecoming. Resentment radiated from her.
That golden gaze narrowed. I know how to crunch numbers, and thats what Im here for, isnt it?
I dont know. Is it? You havent so far.
Jamila popped her jaw. Just give them to me. She grabbed the strap of the bag before Nicola could respond. Ill make sure theyre done. Properly, she spat at Sirena, who was still on the phone, giggling.
No, I Nicola pressed her lips together. Per Koldos orders, she needed less stress in her life. Fine. Just...please dont let me down.
Im not unreliable, the girl snapped.
Was she unaware that there were other ways to speak to people?
Thank you, Nicola said, and soared from the office.
Wait. Nicola, Sirena called, stopping her. She slammed the receiver into place.
Impatient, Nicola backtracked. Yes?
Im happy to help Jamila out. Sirena smiled sweetly at Jamila, who clicked her teeth in anger. Since youre the senior member here, Id like your permission to take half the files.
Sure, thatll be fine.
As Jamila sputtered in outrage, Nicola made her escape.
The building was set in a circular pattern, with winding hallways, multiple offices and very few exits. The elevators were always crammed, and she hated being squeezed inside like a pickle in a jar, conflicting perfumes battling it out for the title of Most Annoying Scent, but she couldnt take the stairs. She was twenty floors up and would pass out halfway down.
When she reached the parking garage, a quick walk took her to her old, beat-up sedan, a car out of place among the newer-model vehicles surrounding it. Bucket, shed named the rust heap better suited for scrap metal than travel. She started the engine and, after the expected blast of backfire, pressed the gasonly to slam on the brake.
A monster stood just in front of the hood.
She yelped, her hand flattening over her thumping heart. He was a study of terrifying ugliness, with the body of a steroid-loving man, and a horn curling from the right side of his head. At one time, he must have had two. There was a stump on the left side. He had fur rather than flesh, and eyes as dark as the worst kind of nightmare.
His lips pulled back from his teeth in a parody of a smile, revealing long, sharp fangs. Youre mine, and I always kill whats mine, he saidjust before vanishing.
* * *
KOLDO SHUT HIMSELF in the luxurious bedroom Thane had given him at the Downfall, and sprawled atop the massive velvet-draped bed. Thane, Bjorn and Xerxes were in their suite of rooms with the days chosen females, and he knew he wouldnt see them again until morning.
That was probably for the best.
His too-short visit with Nicola had left him raw.
Her smoke-and-dreams voice still caused every muscle in his body to tense and hum. Once again hed been able to sense her underlying scent of cinnamon and vanilla, an intoxicating fragrance no longer masked by the taint of the demons. Instead, it had been overlaid by the malodors that reminded him of his mother. Jasmine and honeysuckle. Far worse than sulfur.
And yet, hed forgotten that fact when hed peered at her lips. His own had softened in preparation for...something. A kiss, perhaps. A swift pressing together, or maybe a slow melding.
And what if hed given in? He knew nothing about the art of kissing. He could have pressed too firmly, and hurt her. He could have pressed too gently, and left her wanting.
He would have made a fool of himself.
She might have laughed. And if shed laughed...
Another rejection, he thought, his hands fisting. It would have been one of thousandsand thousands more to come. He was never good enough, and couldnt ever be. He was never what the people he most wanted to love him needed, and couldnt ever be.
He sucked in a breath as a portion of his words registered. I dont want Nicola to love me. He didnt need her love.
He didnt need anyones love.
Whatever Nicola made him feel, it had to stop. The heat. The tingling. The craving for the unknown.
He jolted to a sitting position. He would exercise until he shook too badly to stand. That would stop everything.
Thane burst through the double doors. The warriors hair stuck out in spikes and his skin was scratched and laden with bite marks, but his robe had morphed into battle armor.
Theres higher than usual demonic activity at a building in Kansas, the soldier said, not taking time for preliminaries. Were being sent to investigate.
Kansas? Where Nicola lived. Koldo leaped to his feet, his own robe shrinking, tightening and thickening, becoming a lightweight metal that would shield him from the poisonous claws of his opponents. We just came from there. He glanced at the clock. Three hours ago, he realized with a bead of shock. How quickly time had passed. Where in Kansas?
Downtown Wichita. Estellä Industries.
One of Nicolas employers, housed in the building Koldo had just visited. This couldnt be a coincidence. Had Lefty and Righty returned with their friends?
Ill fly you, Thane said, and motioned him over.
No. Ill meet you there. Koldo flashed. He had a sword of fire palmed and at the ready the moment his feet hit the sidewalk outside, but...
There was nothing. No evidence of a demon attack.
Frowning, he stalked around the perimeter. All around him were red buildings, white buildings, tall buildings, short buildings and even a chapel. There were multiple cars on the road, some parked, some meandering. Trees, patches of grass. Birds in the air and on the ground. The singing of insects. But no hissing, cursing, or scraping to signal demonic activity. No caresses of evil.
He inhaled sharply. No hint of sulfur.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
He spun, finding Thane, Bjorn and Xerxes had just landed, their wings outstretched, each male alive with anticipation over the coming kills.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
Again he turned. Zacharel, Axel and Malcolm had just landed. The only one missing from the inner circle, as hed heard Thane describe the warriors Zacharel relied on most, was Magnus, Malcolms brother.
No humans are to be harmed, Zacharel said. They were the same six words he announced before every battle. Sadly, the repetition was a necessity. Humans wouldnt be able to see Sent Ones, or feel the sting of their weapons, unless the warriors purposely manifested in the natural realm.
In the past, several warriors had manifested, caring little for collateral damage, too desperate to make a kill.
What would happen if one of the warriors harmed Nicola?
Just in case anyone thought to override Zacharels instructions, Koldo found himself adding, If a single female is harmed today, I will remove the head of the culprit. And Ill take my time doing it. And dont think for a moment a fear of consequences will mean anything to me.
Six sets of eyes darted to him, some wide with confusion, some narrowed with aggression. He refused to waste precious seconds explaining and stalked into the building, misting through the brick walls rather than dealing with a door. Humans of every race and size strolled through the foyer and hallways. Males, females, anywhere from eighteen to seventy it seemed.
Some were demon-oppressed, as Laila had been. The creatures had created a stronghold.
Some were demonically influenced, as Nicola had been. The creatures were trying to create a stronghold.
A smorgasbord of temptation for the warriors, he knew. Already he fought the urge to appear and strike everyone in his path. Calm. Steady.
Koldo searched every inch of the place, but found no sign of Nicola. Her office was empty. And shed left no notes on her calendar.
What are you doing, going through Nicolas things? a female demanded from behind him.
He recognized the voice and slowly turned, coming face-to-face with the woman who had been trapped in hell with his mother. The woman he had rescued and brought back from the brink of death.
The woman who had yet to thank him, and who had instead run to Zacharel, outing the fact that Koldo had locked another Sent One away.
Once a joy-bringer, she was now a warrior. One of Zacharels warriors, to be exact. Jamila. Arabic for beautiful. And she certainly was. She was beautiful and elusive, but she was as sharp as he was. They were two blades and constantly sliced each other to ribbons.
You know Nicola Lane? Where is she? he demanded. Fury... A dark, terrible fury was boiling inside him, threatening to spew out. If she had been harmed, he would...what? Tear this place apart? Probably. Kill everyone inside? Maybe. He still couldnt bring himself to care about the consequences.
Calm down. Get your answers first.
She went home. Jamilas chin lifted, a show of irritation. Now its your turn to answer my question. What are you doing here?
If she was home, she was safe. I could ask you the same, he said, relaxing.
But its not your turn.
So?
So. She folded her arms over her chest and glared at him. Zacharel told me to report what happens to Nicola while shes at Estellä. I tried staying in the spiritual realm, watching her, but Im pretty sure she sensed me. She tensed every time I drew near.
She was always tense. But they would work on that.
I decided to give the natural realm a shot, Jamila finished.
Why would Zacharel want you to spy on Nicola?
He didnt offer an explanation, and I didnt care enough to ask.
Well, Koldo cared. He would ask. He had to know. This couldnt be a coincidence.
Now, Jamila said, youre not getting another answer from me until I get one from you.
What was he doing here? An alarm was raised, and we were told there was an increase of demon activity.
She frowned, saying, The alarm wasnt issued by me. The place has been crawling with evil since day one, but it hasnt increased.
Then why were we called? he demanded, a burst of frustration making him what the humans would call cranky. Already he could feel his knuckles preparing for contact with a wall. The more jagged the better. And who would have issued such a report?
Like anyone ever tells me anything, she spat bitterly. Ever since my The angry sparkle dulled in her eyes, and her shoulders hunched with defeat. Never mind.
Ever since her...what? Her capture and rescue? People had treated her differently? Gently? As if afraid she would break? Probably. Thats how theyd been with him, and hed hated it. You dont have to dread such treatment from me. You annoyed me before, and you annoy me now. Treating you sweetly is the last thing I want to do.
Her expression softened, but only slightly. Thanks. Thats kind of you to say.
Footsteps echoed behind them, clomping and hard, the culprit clearly not even trying to be stealthy. Weve never had a false alarm before, Axel said as he snaked a corner and sauntered into the room. His hair was disheveled, three bleeding claw marks in his cheek. But word is, this one came from a giggling female.
All females giggledall but Nicola. They would work on that, too. You killed the demons without harming the humans, correct?
Actually, no killing was done on my part. A shimmer of humor danced in those electric blues. I found a date for Saturday night. His gaze slid to Jamila, and his lips quirked up at the corners. I was planning an evening for two, but say the word, princess, and Ill make it an evening for three. You, the other girl and my camera phone.
Youre disgusting. Jamila pushed him out of the way and stomped from the room.
Is that a yes? Axel tossed out.
Argh! was her only response.
Axel chuckled. Feisty little thing, isnt she? I think Ill tame her just for grins and bragging rights.
He hoped to have sex with her, walk away and never look back? You wont go near her, Koldo found himself barking.
Why? Axel asked, blinking at his vehemence. You want her?
No.
But you dont want me to have her?
Exactly.
A pause. A shrug. Fair enough. But what about the girls from the hospital? Are they available?
The name Axel was Hebrew for peaceful. In the warriors case, the name was a flat-out lie. Koldo grabbed him by the collar and tossed him through the wall.
Was it something I said? Axel grumbled, his voice drifting through the untouched wood and plaster.
Wiping his hands after a job well-done, Koldo followed in Jamilas footsteps. He knew Axel had the necessary skills to fight him, savagely and without mercyand he wasnt exactly sure who would win. So the males easygoing attitude toward him mystified him.
He rounded the corner, only to see Thane pacing. The blond appeared harried, his usual I-want-a-little-wicked-with-my-breakfast-lunch-and-dinner facade gone. Had something happened?
As Koldo closed in, the entire building shook, and a rumble ripped through the air. Human voices rose in sudden panic. Koldo stopped, frowned. The shaking continued, intensifying. A chorus of pained shouts sounded from above, in the sky.
Then, everything stilled, quieted.
He kicked back into motion. An earthquake? Here? Now? And one that affected the skies? But...that couldnt be right.
Thane spotted him and paused. What was that?
No clue.
Well, it doesnt matter anyway. Zacharels trying to find out why we were sent here, when clearly there wasnt a real threat. In the meantime, were to go home. My home.
Ill meet you there. He would first check on Nicola, just to be sure all was well.
Because...a demon could have followed her home, he realized. There was a time Koldo would have done something like that. He would have followed his intended victim. He would have struck at the perfect time, away from the persons protection.
A demon could have harmed her. And here Koldo was, standing in a hallway, doing nothing. Punching the walls hardly seemed violent enough. He wanted to strangle himself!
The screams of the innocent...all the people hed hurt...all the people hed killed...suddenly rose in his mind.
Thane eyed him suspiciously. Youre planning an extra stop, arent you?
Koldo vanished without another word, appearing in the small, run-down house with threadbare carpet and well-used furnishings so dreadful he wouldnt have put them inside the cage with his mother.
He heard a soundother than the screams.
He stomped forward and found Nicola in the bedroom closest to the living room. She was humming under her breath, tucking her sister into bed. And she was lovely in a way that should have been impossible.
Do we have any chocolate? Laila asked, the words slightly slurred, either from exhaustion or medication.
Not yet, but we will. Im headed to the store.
Youre the best, Co Co.
Thats because I got all of Moms and Dads good DNA, Nicola teased. You got stuck with the leftovers.
Laila laughed, even as her eyes closed. Koldos lips twitched at the corners.
Love you.
Love you, too.
He should leave. He had no right to stand here, watching, amused, while the blood of the past dripped from him and onto the floor. Splattered here, splattered there, staining every place he looked.
His fists found their way to his eyes, and he stumbled backward. He flashed to his bedroom in Thanes club, and collapsed on the floor, laboring for every inhalation. He was dirty; Nicola was pure. He was ice; Nicola was fire.
And he was in big trouble. Once again, he wanted to kiss her.
Argh! He shouldnt want anything from her. He couldnt want more from her. He wasnt good for her. Wasnt good enough.
He would help her, but he would have to be sure to keep her at a distance. He would help herand then he would cut her loose.
How he would react to that, he wasnt sure. But it wouldnt be pretty.
CHAPTER NINE
BEFORE LEAVING THE DOWNFALL, Thane had asked his lover to remain in his bed, so that she was where he wanted her when he returned. She had acquiesced. Now, upon his return, he looked her over. Hair of gold and scarlet spilled over his pillows, the strands reminding him of living flames. Thin chains forged by an immortal blacksmith encased her wrists and ankles.
They were slave bands, the metal compelling her to obey whatever commands her owner issued. He despised slavery, and had tried to remove them. Hed failed.
And he was still angry over that fact.
Hed had to listen, helpless, as demons had violated Xerxes. Hed had to watch, helpless, as demons had hung Bjorn over him, peeled the skin from the warriors entire body and danced around the room in the flesh coat. Hed had to lie on the floor, chained, unable to fight, as those same demons had licked the warriors blood off his chest and legs.
To scream was to make the demons laugh.
To beg for mercy was to make the demons laugh.
Laugh, laugh, laugh. Thats all theyd done.
He hadnt gotten to hurt the creatures as hed so desperately craved. But what was worse? They hadnt harmed him as theyd harmed the others. His only pain had been mental, emotional.
He would have preferred the physical.