Eternal Flame (Guardians, Book One) by Valerie Twombly (5 page)

Marcus flung open a window and took in the warm lake breeze. Summer had always been his favorite time here, and this particular place was favored as well. The large log home sat situated on Keuka Lake, in Upstate NY. They had managed to buy up several acres, so this house sat in a cove with its nearest neighbor miles away.

“Daniel.”
Where the hell is that boy?
He spun on his heel and headed toward the kitchen.

Daniel came flying around a corner and bumped into him, nearly knocking him off his feet. “Dude, long time, no see. How the hell are you?”

His lips pressed together in a tight line. “How many times have I told you not to call me dude?”

Daniel flipped him the finger. “Tell it to someone who gives a shit.”

Marcus raised a brow. “Well, I’m glad to see I’m still number one.” He loved Daniel like family, but one day he was going to throttle him. He secretly smiled. The boy reminded him of himself at a young age. “Have Seth or Garin arrived yet?”

“Nope, haven’t seen them. You here about the dragon?” Daniel asked, hopping on a kitchen stool.

“Yes.”

“Man, Marcus, I’m sorry to hear about Queen Daria. She was a lovely woman. I suppose that makes Aidyn king now, huh?”

Marcus crossed the expansive kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Usual college fare: pizza and beer. Closing the door, he turned to face Daniel. “You should eat more nutritious food. That stuff will kill you.”

Daniel’s eyes rolled up into his head. “That’s what I got you for, to keep me in excellent health. Besides, you drink blood,” he gagged. “How good can that be?”

Marcus’s hands rubbed up and down his chest as he flexed his muscles. “Looks like I’m in much better shape than your skinny ass.” Taking a couple steps closer, he grabbed Daniel by the shirt and lifted him off the stool. “And, by the way, Aidyn is now our king, so when you see him, you will not call him dude. Do I make myself clear?”

Daniel swallowed and looked down at his swinging feet. “Uh okay, noted. You can put me down now.” Once back on the ground, he clapped his hands together. “So, I have something that might be of interest you.”

“And that is?”

Right then, Garin and Seth arrived, and tossed their bags on the floor as they entered the kitchen. “Ah, just in time. Daniel was about to fill me in on Odage.”

Everyone moved to the oak table in front of the picture window that overlooked the lake. Pastels of pink, orange, violet and yellow splashed across the water as the sun began to peek over the horizon. Daniel grabbed a stack of folders and laid one in front of each warrior then took a seat. Everyone flipped open their folder to reveal the picture of a golden-haired beauty.

“Her name is Veronica, and as you’ve already heard, she was seen with Odage, leaving Roxie’s,” Daniel said.

Garin’s jaw flexed as he ran a hand across the stubble on his head. “Her family reported her disappearance?”

“Yes, five days ago,” Daniel answered.

Marcus lifted the photo and stared directly into the girl’s sapphire eyes. “That would have been right after he killed the queen. I don’t know what he’s up to, but no doubt, she’s in serious trouble.” The situation didn’t sit well with him. Not so much the fact the Draki Overlord had abducted a human. No, there was much more to this.

He flipped to the next page, and something caught his eye. “The witness was human?”

Daniel nodded. “It seems none of the other immortals there that night are talking. Afraid to get involved?”

Garin pushed his chair back and moved toward the fridge. “No one in their right mind wants to piss off a dragon.” Then opened the door. “Pizza! Oh hell yeah.” He pulled the box from the fridge. “Beer anyone?”

Everyone shouted a yes so Garin grabbed four beers and kicked the door closed. Stacking the beers on the box, he walked back to the table.

Opening the pizza box, he wrinkled his nose. “What? Where’s the pepperoni?” He shot a glance at Daniel. “Dude, I need to teach you how to eat pizza.”

Daniel glared across the table at Marcus who had previously reamed him a new ass. “I’d love for you to teach me how to eat pizza and call people dude.”

Marcus cleared his throat. “Christ, can we get back to work?”

Seth, who had remained quiet since his arrival, finally spoke up. “I will seek the human and scan his memories to see if he has any more information.”

“You sure you want to do that?” Marcus knew ever since the curse of Malsvir, Seth’s gift had turned into a burden. While all the guardians could procure memories from those they fed on. Seth was unique. He could probe deeper than any other. Unfortunately, the curse now left him unable to purge those memories. Each time he took them, he grew closer to insanity.

“I will perform my job until the day you either cure me or kill me.”

I hope to never have to kill you, my friend,
he
thought to himself. “Alright, we leave tonight for New Orleans. We’ll meet at the Coffee Grind cafe at five. Until then, make sure you’re at your peak.” Meaning find a human and feed if necessary.

Garin pushed back his chair and flashed his fangs at Daniel. The boy threw his hands around his neck and pulled his shoulders to his ears.

“No way, I’m not donating.”

The warriors roared with laughter. “You’re not my type anyway. I’m off to find a lusty woman,” Garin said.

After Seth and Garin left, Marcus turned to Daniel. “When you have time, I want you to pull up all the unmarried daughters of the Chosen ones from the database.” Daniel opened his mouth as if to say something then thought better of it. He simply walked away.

* * * *

Marcus took the memory stick Daniel gave him and inserted it into his laptop. The mattress sagged beneath his weight.
Shit, forgot to close the door.
With a flick of his wrist and a mental push, the door slammed shut. He was alone.

The first girl crossed his screen, a striking redhead who lived in California, but she was eighteen. He didn’t think Zarek would join him with one so young. No doubt he’d scare the poor girl to death.

He scrolled to the next, a blonde in Michigan whose ancestors had been with the guardians since medieval times. She was older, twenty-two. He moved on, flipping through several more.

“Fuck, I feel like I’m surfing a damn dating site.” He shoved the laptop across the bed, and his head dropped into his hands.

Fuck it! I don’t have time to find her.
Odage was the number one priority. Then the slave traders who kept him busy trying to find their location and stop operations. Not to mention the feral demons who broke loose and tortured the humans.

Visions of silky legs wrapped around his waist. Hands fisting glossy locks while his tongue tasted her lips.
He shook his head. “No, not going there. She’ll just break my heart.” Perhaps he needed to follow Garin and find a woman to satisfy his needs. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

“It’s open.”

Garin pushed the door and entered the room. “Ready to leave?”

Marcus blinked. “Shit, guess I lost track of time. Yeah, I’m ready.” He evaluated Garin with a critical eye. “You look…well fed.”

“And well fucked too,” Garin replied.

He shook his head, happy at least one of them got laid.

“What? I followed your orders. You should try it yourself sometime.”

He laughed. “Maybe New Orleans will be my ticket to relaxation.” Both men flashed from the room.

* * * *

Marcus and Garin appeared in the alley behind the Coffee Grind cafe and proceeded through the back door. He spotted Sam, the owner, at the counter and nodded as he moved toward the table in the corner.

“I’ll get these guys.” Sam called out to the waitress while pouring two cups of coffee. He moved to the table and set down the cups. “Just the two of ya?”

“No, Seth will meet us here,” Marcus said.

Sam nodded and took a seat between the men. “I got the message from Daniel, that y’all were coming. Let me know if ya be needing anything while you’re here.”

“We’re grateful for your service, Sam. How’s business?” Sam’s wife had done the decorating in the shop, giving it a feel of home. Wooden tables with red, checkered cloths sat in rows throughout the room, and paintings from local artists hung on the walls. Sam’s ancestors had been helping the vampires since the early eighteen hundreds. He was now grooming his twelve-year-old son Nathan to take over the family business, so to speak. When Sam had asked to move to New Orleans, Marcus jumped at the opportunity to assist him. This man meant a great deal to him.

“Good. Ya picked a prime location for the shop.”

“I’m happy to hear that. How are Dottie and Nathan?”

Sam grinned. “The wife has gone to visit her sister for a spell, and Nathan…well, he’s becoming quite the computer whiz.”

“I heard rumors about that. I’m anxious to learn what he’s doing.” Marcus touched Sam on the shoulder, sending energy through him for a quick scan. “How’s your health?”

Sam had been diagnosed with terminal cancer four years ago. Marcus killed the cancer and repaired the damage the vile disease had wrought. Many of the Chosen ribbed him how they had the best medical plan any employer could offer. His top priority was to make sure they remained healthy. Not even a sniffle dared show up in his presence. But when their bodies began to wear from old age, he helped ease them into the next world without fear or pain. It was never easy losing friends, and he had lost plenty in his lifetime.

A tear glistened in Sam’s eye. “Never better. My family and I owe ya a debt we can never repay.” He chuckled. “Shit, the doctors are still dumbfounded, claiming a miracle. Their right, ya know, it being the work of God. You are God’s true angels.”

Garin leaned back in his chair and laughed. “There are those who would question Marcus being anything but the devil himself.”

Marcus flashed a smile. “True. But I’m glad you’re well. You will let me know if you need anything.”

Sam nodded and stood. “Well, best be getting back. I’ll bring over a pot and another cup for ya.”

The men waited until Sam came back with coffee and an extra cup before discussing their plans.

“I’ll go to the club where Veronica was last seen. You take Seth and find the witness so Seth can swipe his memories,” Marcus said.

“You’re in charge, but should we ask him to do this? I mean with the curse?”

Marcus ran his fingers through his hair. “I know he runs a risk every time he feeds, but he insisted on coming.”

“Damn it, we’re going to have to kill him one of these days, unless we find a cure for this curse.”

“I know.” He sighed. “I’ll do it. I’d never ask any of you to bear the burden.” He fisted his hands, hating the fact he might have to kill one of his brethren.

Garin brows creased. “I sense demons.”

“Yeah, and not the friendly kind either. Fuck, you go look for the demons. I’ll have Seth search for the witness.” As if he didn’t have enough on his plate. Now he had to worry about the demons and their illegal activities. “I’ll see if I can contact Baal, maybe he’s close.”

“I’ll smoke ‘em out if I have to.”

“No doubt, but try not to burn down the neighborhood.” He understood how much Garin enjoyed fire. Hell, the vampire shot sparks from his fucking fingertips. “I’ll wait here for Seth and give him his orders.”

* * * *

It’d been ages since Cassie and her sister had gone out for a night on the town. With her nursing career and Jill’s messy divorce, life got in the way. Tonight, they were sitting at a bar called Roxie’s.

“Jill, I still can’t believe you let that bastard take the Lexus,” Cassie said. She despised her ex brother-in-law. Jill had caught him sleeping with her best friend, and in her bed no less. To Cassie, that was grounds for a slow and painful castration.

Jill took a sip of her beer. “Well, I hated that damn car anyway. Besides, I got the house and half his money. He can keep that bitch and her plastic boobs.”

Cassie raised her glass. “Here’s to her poking a fucking hole in them.” They clinked their glasses in a fit of laughter.

“Seriously, what about you, Cass? When was the last time you were on a date?”

She lifted her shoulders. “I forget it’s been so long.” A sigh escaped her lips. “It’s hard to meet a nice guy.” Seemed the only nice guy she could meet kept showing up in her dreams.

“What about all those doctors you work with?”

“Meh, they are all so fake. Kinda like Kelly’s boobs.” Another fit of laughter.

“Shit, I gotta pee.” Jill stood. “Be right back.”

“I’ll be here.” Cassie played with the straw in her drink and pondered her love life.
I wonder if I still remember how to have sex. Hopefully, it’s like riding a bike.
Bumps rose on her spine and her breathing increased. Had she not known better, she would swear she was having a panic attack. A sudden urge to look toward the door overcame her. She sucked in a breath.
Oh my God!

The lighting wasn’t the best, but the man who stood at the door looked like…no, her mind played tricks on her.

Dark hair fell to his shoulders in disheveled waves, giving the appearance he just crawled out of bed. The black T-shirt clung to his broad chest like a second skin. They made eye contact, and she gasped when he started walking toward her. Frantic, she diverted her eyes, afraid to look at him again. It was like being a schoolgirl on a first date.
What the hell’s wrong with me? Oh crap, he’s sitting down next to me.
She swallowed and tried to focus on the half-filled glass sitting in front of her.

“Hello.” His voice was silky like her favorite chocolate ice cream.

Her gaze lifted, first looking at the stubble on his face. Her fingers ached to brush across it. Next, she gazed at his lips. Moist, fleshy lips that begged to be nibbled on.
And a wicked tongue that hides behind them.
When she finally made it to his eyes, she saw springtime storms. Dark gray with flecks of silver, they held a hint of danger.

She swallowed, wanted to pinch herself to awaken from this dream. Then again, she wasn’t sure she wanted to wake up. There was no way in hell the man who brought her so much pleasure in her sleep sat here in front of her. She pulled on her mental rubber band.
Snap! Come on, girl. Reality check!
No doubt he had women lined up for the next decade. The man was built like a Greek god and she a mere peasant. What she wouldn’t give to know his caress.
Oh, but I already do.