Darkness Rising: The Dark Angel Series: Book Two (27 page)

“We need to get her back to the Brindle,” I said, my voice almost lost in the wash of noise.

He nodded. “I’ll take her. You follow on your motorcycle when you are well enough.”

I pulled my hand from his, pushing backward and upright. The sudden movement made my head swim, and my stomach rose abruptly. I swallowed bile and forced a smile. “I’ll be right behind you in Aedh form.”

“Risa, you are in no condition—”

“I need to see this sorted out,” I cut in, a little surprised by the anger in my voice, and not entirely sure if its cause was guilt over my actions or his obvious concern about me. I took a deep breath and released it slowly. “The sooner we do this, the sooner we can get back to the business of finding the damn keys.”

His expression lost its warmth. He studied me for a moment, then said, “And the sooner we do that, the sooner you will have me out of your life?”

I eyed him warily. “It’s what we both want.”

“Yes.”

It was said in that same flat tone, and yet there was an odd hostility coming from him that made no sense. But then, nothing about this reaper really made any sense. Not him, not his actions, and not his reactions.

And certainly not mine.

He rose and offered me a hand up. I hesitated briefly, then accepted it, letting him pull me easily to my feet. Pain stabbed into my brain, and I had to close my eyes and breathe deeply for several seconds before the sensation eased.

“Yes,” Azriel said, pulling his fingers from mine. “It is obvious that you are totally okay.”

“Sarcasm does not become you, reaper.”

“And stupidity does become you.”

He moved past me. I took another deep breath, then opened my eyes and carefully turned around. Selwin was still on the ground. Her clothes—like mine—were shredded, hanging in fibrous bits from her body, but she obviously didn’t know or care. She was staring at her fingerless hands, her wailing getting louder and louder.

I’d done that. I’d maimed her.

And the knowledge that she’d intended to do far worse to me didn’t ease the guilt.

Azriel squatted down beside her. Valdis’s blade flickered with blue fire, as if in expectation. Azriel raised an arm and lightly touched two fingers to Selwin’s forehead. Valdis’s fire swirled down his arm and jumped from his fingers to her skin. She stilled instantly, her screams dying on her lips and her expression curiously blank.

“Can you re-form her fingers?” I asked softly as the blue fire spread from Selwin’s forehead, down her face, to her body.

He didn’t even glance at me, but I could feel the annoyance rolling off him as clearly as I could feel the watchful energy still haunting the air. “I do not know. I will meet you at the Brindle.”

And with that, he and Selwin disappeared.

For several moments I simply stood there, staring at the spot where they’d been, irritated not only by the fact he’d disappeared but by his refusal to even look at me. And I honestly had no idea why he was so annoyed. I mean, Azriel wasn’t a friend and he wasn’t even here by choice, so why would he care if I pushed
myself to my limits or not? Unless, of course, he merely wanted me in a fit state to find the damn keys.

I shook my head and walked across to my bike. Even that short distance had exhaustion trembling through my limbs. There was no way on earth I was going to have the strength to become Aedh and journey all the way back to Melbourne. It would kill me. Which left me with little other choice than to do as he suggested. And
that
was even more annoying. I retrieved my phone and said, “Madeline Hunter.”

The voice-recognition software swung into action, and the screen put on its psychedelic show as the number was located and dialed.

“Risa,” she said, as her cool features appeared on the vid-screen. “It appears your reaper was right. Catherine Alston staked herself this afternoon. Good news from you will be the icing on this day’s cake.”

Although her voice was light, there was something in her expression that suggested I wouldn’t have wanted to be the bearer of bad tidings. “I found Selwin.”

“Where?”

“The where doesn’t matter. I offered her a deal.”

Darkness flared deep in her green eyes. Darkness and anger. “You had no right—”

“If the Melbourne council wants to be free of the Maniae curse,” I cut in, “then they will agree to the deal. Selwin is the only one who can stop the creature, and she has to do it willingly.”

Hunter’s expression remained stony, and yet I still saw death in her eyes. “What did you offer her?”

“This all began because Whitfield was killed and
his fledglings sentenced to death. Selwin underwent the blood ceremony with him, but has not yet turned.”

“Ah,” Hunter said softly. “Now it all makes sense.”

“She only wants to live. If you offer her another master, she might call off the curse.”

“I cannot imagine the councilors will want to spend the rest of their lives looking over their shoulders, so I cannot see that they have any other option.” She paused, and once again something dark and vicious flared deep in her eyes. Ice curled through my veins. Though I’d never had any doubt that Hunter wasn’t someone you’d want to be on the wrong side of, that brief but stark glimpse of her true self was a more-than-ample reminder. Especially when she added—in a low, chillingly cold tone—“Though really, all they’d want to do is drain the bitch of blood and watch her die in brutal ecstasy.”

There wasn’t a whole lot I could say to
that
, so I simply said, “I’ll let the Brindle know that the council will agree to the deal.”

A cold smile touched her lips. “And the Brindle is the one place she is safe from us. Does that mean you do not trust the council, little Risa? Or just me?”

No one possessing a brain would trust the council
or
Hunter herself. “The Brindle can contain her magic. I couldn’t.”

“You really
do
need to master the art of lying, my dear.” Her smile grew more ferocious. “But I’m sure the high council will be pleased that you’ve solved this case so quickly.”

And with that, she hung up. I sighed in relief, though I’m not entirely sure why. I may have solved the case—and found Selwin before Hunter—but that
didn’t mean the high council would now view me as useful rather than a liability.

Trepidation crawled through me, but I ignored it and did a search for the Brindle’s number, then called them.

“This is the Brindle depository,” a pleasant voice said. “How may we help you?”

“I’d like to speak to Kiandra, please.”

“I’m sorry, but that is not—”

“This is Risa Jones,” I cut in, “and it’s a matter of some urgency.”

“I’ll put you straight through,” she said almost before I’d finished talking. Meaning Kiandra had been expecting this call.

There was a click, a brief, soft hum of music, then Kiandra’s cool features came onto the screen. “If you’re calling to tell me your reaper is about to deliver a somewhat traumatized Deborah Selwin, you are too late.”

She didn’t mention the fact that Selwin was missing some extremities, and I hoped like hell that meant Azriel had been able to undo my mistakes. “I thought you might want to know that Selwin raised several fire demons in the ritual site. You’ll need to do something about them, because the fire that created them doesn’t seem to be burning itself out and the magic in that place is not happy about their presence.”

Her eyebrows rose. “You felt that?”

“Yes.”

“Interesting.”

I frowned. “Why?”

She shrugged. “It implies you are a sensitive, and that is unusual in one who is not a magic user.”

I might not be a magic user, but I’d been around one a good part of my life. That would surely make me more sensitive than most. “This all started because Hunter and the council killed her vampire master and condemned all his fledglings to death. Hunter’s going to revoke the death sentence if Selwin calls off the Maniae.”

“Then we shall attempt to talk sense into her. But it must be her decision, made of free will, for the curse to be successfully revoked.”

“I know. But I suspect she might agree.”

“Yes,” Kiandra said, her expression somewhat amused. “Karma can be a bitch when it hits, and I suspect that no matter how much dear Deborah might want revenge, she will not want to chance more retribution for her actions. I think she’s finally realized life is precious, no matter what might await at the end of it.”

Meaning, obviously, that Azriel hadn’t pieced her back together. I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to ignore the image of fingerless hands that rose like a ghost to taunt me. “Hunter knows you have her at the Brindle.”

“Then she knows she is safe here. I’ll be in contact to let you know, one way or the other, what Deborah’s decision is.”

“Thank you.”

She nodded, then hung up. I retrieved my wallet from the under-seat storage, then shoved it and the phone into my pocket and climbed onto my bike. My clothes were in tatters, but I hadn’t thought to bring a change, so it was going to be a long cold ride home.
But at least it was dark and my near nakedness would be less noticeable.

I started up the Ducati and turned her around. The journey back across the mountainside was hell, every bump jarring my still-aching head and body. When I finally reached the freeway, I would have cheered, except I simply didn’t have the energy. It was all I could do to keep upright and pointed in the right direction.

I parked under the hotel, then shifted form and flowed up the elevator shaft until I reached my floor. Even that short trip just about did me in.

Twenty minutes later, after a quick shower to wash away the worst of the fabric threads, I crawled into bed and fell into a long, exhausted sleep.

When I finally woke, it was to the realization that I was no longer alone. The scent of lemongrass, suede, and musky, powerful male filled each breath and I smiled, recognizing not only the scent, but the muscular body that was pressed so warmly against mine.

“That’s odd,” I murmured, snuggling back against the hard press of his erection. “I don’t remember issuing an invite.”

“Ah,” he murmured, his lips nuzzling the back of my neck, “but I’m the man who intends to ravish you senseless.”

And I couldn’t imagine a better way to greet a new day—even if that new day was already half over. “And just how did my would-be ravisher get into the room? I don’t believe the hotel staff would have let you in.”

“Oh, they didn’t, but after living on this world for as long as I have, you tend to learn a thing or two about picking locks. Even electronic ones.”

His hand slid upward from my waist, and my breath caught in expectation. His palm lightly brushed my nipples and I shuddered, arching a little into his touch, wanting—needing—more. He chuckled softly and kissed my earlobe.

“You seem overly eager this afternoon, my dear.”

“You have no idea,” I said, and twisted around to face him.

In the shadow-wrapped confines of the hotel room, his beautiful jade-green eyes glowed with a ferocity that was both otherworldly and yet very human. It spoke of ruthlessness, power, and, in the deeper depths, an almost chilling lack of emotion. But it was also a gaze filled with lust, and it was the combination of all four that had desire surging. Female wolves tended to gravitate toward the strongest male, and there was enough wolf in me to be bowled over by not only the sexuality of this man, but the sheer unyielding force of him, too.

Only he wasn’t actually a man, but a being of energy just like Azriel. Whom I totally
didn’t
want to think of at a time like this.

I ran a hand up the muscular length of Lucian’s thighs and hips, feeling the tremor that ran through him and rejoicing in the way his cock leapt, as if eager for my touch. I let my fingers slide teasingly around his belly, almost, but not quite, touching the sensitive tip. He groaned, thrusting against me even as his mouth claimed mine and he kissed me fiercely. As ever, his kiss quickly transcended heat and passion and desire, sweeping me beyond such human emotions and into a world that was all fierce and electric ecstasy.

But as good as that kiss felt, I wanted more. I wanted a connection that was flesh if not emotion, and I was never going to get that with his kiss. I broke away and pressed my hand against his shoulder, forcing him down onto his back. I quickly straddled him, then lowered myself onto his cock, watching his eyes, watching the anticipation burn ever brighter and feeling its echo deep within me. I was so slick and ready for him that he slid in easily—yet still I took it slow, descending inch by torturous inch. He groaned again and reached for my breasts, teasing and pinching my engorged nipples, sending pleasure rippling across my body. I thrust down hard, until the thick length of him was buried deep inside of me. For a moment neither of us moved, and I simply enjoyed the pleasure of being so intimately and intensely connected.

Then he caught one nipple in his mouth and began to suck on it fiercely. I groaned in sheer delight and began to move, rocking back and forth, my movements becoming faster as pleasure intensified, until I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, and it felt like everything was about to break.