3 Lethal Rider-Lords Of Deliverance (34 page)

“What?” Thanatos tripped over his own guilt and missed a step. “No.”

Clearly, Ares didn’t believe him, grabbed him by the shoulder, his fingers scoring his skin through the T-shirt. “I’m not judging, bro. I lived with so much hatred in my heart after my wife and sons died. But if you hurt or kill her, someday you’ll have to explain to your son why you did it.”

“I’m not planning to hurt her.” Than peeled his brother’s fingers off his shoulders. “I just want her to give me my son without a damned fight.”

“And Regan? What of her? Do you want her?”

Yes.
Ares’s question hung in the air like an acid fog, eating away at Than, because it wasn’t that simple. It took a long time, an eternity, to finally say, “I don’t know if she wants me.”

“And what if she does?”

“Right now, none of this will matter if we can’t stop Pestilence.”

Ares nodded in agreement. “We’ve made some progress on that front. A few months ago, Limos and I contacted everyone who owes us a favor. Which means we’ve had hundreds of assholes in Sheoul doing spy work, and I just got some solid leads on his regular hangouts.”

“It’s about time we caught a break,” Than muttered. “Concentrate on hangouts that double as shrines or meeting places.”

“You got a specific plan in mind?”

Thanatos nodded. “Pestilence is a drama whore. He’s not going to want to kill my son just anywhere. He’ll be preparing something big.”

“Makes sense,” Ares agreed. “What about the vampires? Anything new here? I killed that Medras fuck for you. And a few others before they got away. The Aegis even got a few.”

“My vamps are next on my to-do list.” Than took Ares into the library and propped his ass on the desk, facing his brother. “Regan had an idea … it’s shitty, last-ditch. It’s like poisoning your own water supply to kill the enemy, but we’re down to the wire, and it might be our last resort.”

Ares shot Than a dark look. “I don’t like the sound of this.”

“Me either. It’s time we confronted Azagoth about being our father. No more sitting around and wondering. There’s a good chance he’s our sperm donor, and if the whole Lamb thing we learned about in Iraq is accurate and he can break our Seals… we may need him to do exactly that.”

“Fuuuuck,” Ares breathed. “Fucking hell.” He shoved his hands through his hair and paced. “This is fucked up, Than. Fucked up plan.” Ares threw in two more
fucks
for an even six-pack before he finally pivoted back to Than. “How are we going to access his realm? We don’t even know where it is.”

“Idess can get us in. I got the idea a few minutes ago when I was with Regan.”

Ares nodded. “Good thinking. But shit… I can’t believe it’s come to this.”

Neither could Than. If they failed to stop Pestilence at the baby’s first cry, the Earth would be all but lost anyway.
Than’s son would be hunted twenty-four-seven. He’d never know a moment of peace, and he’d grow up in a world shattered by a demonic war.

So yes, it had come down to this. Stop Pestilence and his
Daemonica
Apocalypse at the baby’s first cry… or usher in the Book of Revelation with their dear old dad.

“We need her back, Morgan.”

Kynan stared at Lance as he dropped the crate of weapons he’d hauled from the compromised headquarters in Germany to their new headquarters in Scotland. “Send these, and two more crates to Edinburgh. The south cell just got hit by demons, and they need every weapon they can get. And Regan stays where she is.”

“You seriously trust Thanatos?” Lance gestured to a female Guardian Ky didn’t recognize.

“Not as far as I can throw him. And he looks heavy as shit.” Ky helped the Guardian lift the crate, and watched as she disappeared out front. “But I know he wants to keep Regan and the baby safe.”

“And he’s done a stellar job of that,” Lance said.

“Just tell me you’ve got more Guardians ready to go to Greenland.” Ky had been sick about losing the last group they’d assigned to go to Regan—the entire cell that had been hit hard by Pestilence’s forces.

The asshole had been picking off cells all over the world, and the only positive Ky could think of was that at least he was battling people who could fight back, and not the civilian population. Ky had, before stopping in Germany, joined a battle at a cell in Quebec, and they’d nailed the damned demons to the wall.

Literally.

The battle had been bloody, vicious, and it had been one of the few victories The Aegis had seen lately. There had been far too few.

Juan looked up from typing something on the computer. “We got the Guardian sitch covered. They’re on their way.”

“What?” Ky folded his arms over his chest, ignoring the pinch of his weapons harness digging into his bicep. “You weren’t supposed to put them on a plane until I got the Regent to Greenland through a Harrowgate.” Ky couldn’t transfer an entire cell that way, not when he had to knock them out to do it, but he’d wanted to deliver the
qeres
and get their leader set up at Than’s keep before the bulk of the cell arrived.

“We don’t have time to report our every move to you,” Lance said. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re in the middle of a crisis. Armageddon, the end of the world … any of that sound familiar to you? Or are you and your demon pals so far up each others’ asses that you’ve failed to notice.”

In a heartbeat, Ky was in Lance’s face. “Me and my demon pals are the only reason we have a world to defend in the first place, or did you forget what happened in Israel? Or in the battle with Pestilence last year? So be very careful about what you say next. This is my family you’re talking about.”

“You’re so arrogant, Morgan. Ever since you bullied your way into the Sigil with your special charm and your angel buddy you think everyone should follow your lead. There’s no room for discussion. It’s Kynan’s way or the highway.” Lance spat on the floor, as if talking to Kynan
left a bad taste in his mouth. “Has it occurred to you that you might not always be right? That you might be wrong about Thanatos? About his prophecy? About the baby?”

“If you had concerns, you should have brought them up before now,” Ky shot back.

“We tried.” Lance leaned in, so close Ky could smell the burger he’d had for lunch. “You wouldn’t listen. You and your bleeding-heart demon-loving ideals are dragging The Aegis into the dirt.”

Kynan’s voice had long ago been destroyed by a demon who had nearly ripped out his throat, and now it degraded even more, like gravel mixed with shards of glass. “Next you’re going to tell me I’m responsible for the attack on our headquarters.”

Their noses were now touching. “I didn’t say it. You did.”

Before Kynan could stop himself, he fisted Lance’s collar, ready to lay the bastard out. Juan leaped in, jamming his arm between Ky and Lance to pry them apart.

“Guys. Now’s not the time for this. We need to stay on track.”

“Yeah,” Ky grunted. “Fine. Where’s the
qeres
? I’ll take it to the Horsemen.”

Lance smiled snottily. “It’s on its way. We put it on the ship with the Guardians.”

“Ship? How many damned Guardians did you send?”

“Just a handful,” Juan said. “We needed extra room for equipment. It’ll anchor just off the Greenland coast in a few hours. Lance, Omar, Takumi, and I are catching a helicopter transport in an hour to take us to the ship. We’ll transfer Guardians from there to the Horseman’s keep with the helo.”

Kynan did not like this. Did not like that all of it had been done without his knowledge or his input. And he had serious reservations about so much equipment that a ship was required to send Guardians to Greenland. But maybe Lance had a point about Kynan taking too much control. The Aegis had survived for thousands of years because the Sigil operated under the premise that every Elder was equal. Not that he’d ever admit that Lance might be right.

“I don’t suppose you’ve given the Horsemen a heads-up?”

“I sent a message to Arik.” Lance glanced at his watch. “Quit worrying. It’s all good.”

Cursing, Ky stalked out of the chamber, an uneasy feeling churning in his gut. He’d always trusted his instincts, and right now they were going off like storm sirens in Tornado Alley. Something wasn’t right. No, something was wrong. Very wrong.

As he hit the narrow staircase leading down to the castle’s great room, his cell went off, and the storm siren in his head rang louder. He checked the screen and took the stairs at a dead run, Gem’s message flashing in his brain like a bloody scrawl at a murder scene.

Pestilence hit UG. So many dead. Ky, he took Idess…

Thanatos left Ares in the keep to act as an extra set of eyes on Regan. Now, it was time for Than to spring himself on the vampires he’d let stew while he handled other Apocalyptic shit.

If there was one thing daywalkers hated, it was to be kept in the dark.

Literally and figuratively.

Than allowed himself a grim smile as he strode through the side courtyard, where the daywalkers watched him from between the shutter slats in the outbuildings he used for storage, working shops, and vampire quarters. A hellhound guarded the entrance to the keep, preventing the bloodsuckers from entering or, at Than’s request, from leaving their quarters.

He let the daywalkers stew a little longer and entered the building that housed the night crew. This thick-walled, windowless structure kept the sunlight to a minimum, but once
inside, there was another measure of protection. The upper section was set up as a gathering space with furniture, appliances, half a dozen video gaming systems, and a pool table. But a staircase led to sleeping quarters deep in the earth, where a tunnel also provided an escape route if needed.

Thanatos had sealed it after Dariq poisoned Regan. He was taking no chances.

He descended into the shadowy depths, and by the time he hit the bottom of the stairs, all twelve nightwalkers were standing around their giant table, some blinking after being awakened by his arrival, and others bright-eyed and watching warily.

“I’ll get right to it,” he said. “What do you know about the plot against me?”

They all exchanged glances, and finally Peter shook his head. “We don’t know anything, sire. The daywalkers despise us. They don’t exactly share their murder plots.”

Thanatos suspected as much. In truth, he didn’t expect to find any nightwalker collaborating with the daywalkers, and it wasn’t just because they hated each other. It was because no nightdwelling vampire would want to see the daywalkers come to power in Pestilence’s post-apocalyptic world.

“Sire,” Roland said, stepping forward. “We’re here because we want to be. Even if you hadn’t confined us to quarters, we’d have done it ourselves until this is over. We don’t want you to have any reason to suspect us if anything else happens.”

Peter nodded. “But we’d be honored to guard Regan.” In one coordinated movement, the vampires went down on one knee, their fists over their hearts. “We’re yours to do what you will.”

All the pain the rogue daywalkers had caused became muted in the humbling loyalty on display before him. “Thank you. I’m honored.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll open the escape tunnel, but I still can’t allow you in the keep. I don’t believe any of you are involved in trying to kill my son, but Regan can’t always tell the difference between you and the daywalkers. Hell, Limos and Ares can’t even tell you apart most days. I can’t risk someone slipping into the keep under the guise of being a night-walker.”