Heart Of A Highland Warrior (18 page)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

H
EY,
” D
UNCAN SAID.

“Damnation. Is the whole clan here?” Tavis asked. This was just like having Faelan and Ian sticking their noses in his business.

“Just us,” Duncan said. “What’s the plan? Lance says he was going to take you to Anna, and that you were going to kill Voltar. That’s bloody insane since Voltar is an ancient demon, but I assume you lied to find Anna.”

“I didn’t lie. I was assigned to destroy Voltar before I went into the time vault.”

“Hell,” Duncan said.

Shane shook his head. “You’re not strong enough to fight him yet.”

“I have to get Anna.”

“Is there something we should know?” Duncan asked.

“No.”

“If there is you might want to let the clan know,” Duncan said.

Shane cleared his throat. “People in glass houses and all that.”

Whatever he meant made Duncan scowl. “We’re going too.”

“You’re as stubborn as Ian,” Tavis said.

“He’s descended from Ian,” Shane said.

Tavis frowned. “This won’t work with all of us here.”

Duncan reached down and took off the shackles, which had a paralyzing effect on a demon. Lance jumped back, his eyes wide.

“Lance, that’s right, isn’t it?” Duncan asked, and Lance nodded. “This is how it’s going to happen. You can lead us all to Anna, and we’ll get rid of Voltar.” Duncan pulled in a breath. “Or we’ll kill you now and let our Seeker find Anna.”

Lance darted glances from one to the other. “How do I know you’re not lying?”

“You’ll just have to trust us,” Tavis said. “Where is Anna?”

“She’s at Voltar’s penthouse.”

“Penthouse?” Duncan said. “Finally, a demon without a castle or a fortress.”

“Refreshing,” Shane said. “Where is it?”

“New York City,” Lance said.

“I hate the city,” Duncan said. “We’ll take the small plane.”

“What about him?” Shane asked, nodding toward Lance, who looked like he might piss himself.

“We’ll blindfold him,” Duncan said. “Where’re your keys, Lance? I’m driving.”

Lance shakily handed over his keys.

“We’ll leave his car at the castle and let them check it out,” Duncan said. “We might find out more about his plans.”

“Ronan’s coming too,” Shane said to Duncan. “He’s following in his car.”

“Good. Tell him to meet us at the castle. We’ll load up on weapons.” Duncan put the shackles back on Lance. Shane blindfolded the demon and shoved him in the back seat of his Ford Expedition. He and Tavis sat on either side of Lance, keeping an eye on him while Duncan drove. They passed another road, and a car pulled out behind them.

“There’s Ronan,” Shane said.

Duncan pulled out the strange box with lights and buttons again. A cell phone, he
’d
called it.

“Ronan,” a voice said. It was Ronan’s voice, coming over the box.

“This is Duncan. Shane and I are going with you. We’re in Lance’s car.”

“Good. The more of us there are, the less likely Faelan is to kill us.”

“If we come back with news that Voltar’s dead, that’ll temper his anger,” Duncan said. “Tavis told you Michael assigned Voltar to him?”

“Yeah. Where are we going?” Ronan asked.

“Lance says Voltar has a penthouse in the city.”

“A penthouse?”

“Yep, a penthouse,” Duncan said, steering Lance’s car with one hand, which was making Tavis nervous. These vehicles went too fast as is. “Call the castle and see if Lachlan’s there. If he can take us, tell him to get the plane ready and loaded with weapons.”

“Will do,” Ronan said. “See if you can get any information out of Lance without taking the shackles off.”

Shane shook Lance a few times and got him out of his stupor long enough to give them an address for Voltar. Then they stopped by the castle to pick up weapons and to meet Lachlan. The Albany castle, the clan called it now. Nigel had once lived there, and then the League of Demons had taken it. Druan had called it home until he was destroyed. Now the clan had taken it over for their own use.

The castle was still cloaked, just as it had been the last time Tavis was here. And it still felt just as bloody strange to see something so big appear out of nowhere. The exterior looked the same as it had one hundred and fifty years ago when he and Ian sneaked in and stole the Book of Battles. Though it hadn’t had all these modern vehicles surrounding it. Tavis didn’t go inside. They were in a hurry and didn’t want the Council finding out what they were doing. They were supposed to be informed whenever a warrior battled an ancient demon.

Duncan drove around to the back to a large road with the strangest looking vehicle Tavis had seen yet. It looked like a bird. “What is that?”

“That’s an airplane,” Duncan said.

“What’s an airplane?”

Duncan and Shane looked at each other. “You think he’s like his brother?” Shane whispered.

Tavis had no idea what they were talking about, and they never explained, because a dark-haired man ran up to meet them. He had one of those faces like Ronan’s, the kind that made women blush.

“Damn, he does look like Faelan. I’m Lachlan, Cody’s brother. Welcome home.” He showed them a compartment in the airplane that was loaded with weapons, some that Tavis had never seen. “You can use this,” Lachlan said, showing him a dagger. “Push this,” he demonstrated, “and it becomes a sword.”

“Damnation.”

“He even talks like him,” Lachlan said.

“A lot different than what we had,” Tavis said. But after it expanded, the sword had the same feel. “Do demons still fight with swords?”

“The ones who need weapons usually do. But some use more sophisticated equipment,” Shane said. “It pays to be well armed.”

“There’s not a demon out there who’s quicker than Shane with a sword,” Duncan said. “He’s fast as lightning. Cuts their heads off before they see him swing the blade.”

Shane just shrugged. After a brief conversation, they took Lance—still blindfolded and shackled—to the airplane. They put him in a seat and put a strap around him. A seatbelt.

“Grab a seat,” Ronan said.

Tavis sat down near a window, looking around the space in awe. The inside was much larger than a car. He felt more comfortable in this.

Duncan, Ronan, and Shane found seats while Lachlan walked to the front.

“This is isn’t like the other cars I’ve seen,” Tavis said.

“Car?” Ronan said, lifting a brow.

The others looked guilty. “We weren’t sure whether to tell him or not. Sometimes fear of the unknown is the worst part.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Tavis asked.

“This isn’t a car,” Ronan said. “It’s an airplane. It flies.”

“Flies?”

Ronan moved his hand in front of him. “In the air.”

“Like a balloon?” Tavis asked.

“Yeah,” Duncan said, nodding his head. “Like a hot air balloon.” His voice lowered. “Just a little faster.”

After Tavis’s stomach had settled back into place, he glanced at the others, who were watching him with curious expressions. “You could have warned me.”

“Your brother hates airplanes,” Duncan said. “We were afraid you
’d
feel the same, and we don’t have time to waste convincing you. Driving by car would take too long.”

After Tavis got over the shock of flying higher than a bird, he found himself enjoying the ride. While they flew—which he decided he quite liked—they educated him on all the wonders of this age, from TVs to Internet and satellites. Tavis’s head was near bursting with all the knowledge he
’d
learned.

“I hope this weasel isn’t lying about Anna,” Ronan said as they neared the airport.

“Even if she’s not there, we can get rid of Voltar,” Tavis said.

“Your ship docked in New York City when you came for Faelan, didn’t it?” Duncan asked.

“Aye.”

“You’re in for a surprise. New York’s changed while you slept. That’s it down there.”

Night was falling, and the scene below him was brighter than thousands of stars on a clear winter night. “It’s beautiful.”

“Not from the ground,” Duncan said. “Down there it’s a madhouse of taxis and noise and evil. Demons love the city.”

“They did back in my day too.”

The airplane landed in a private terminal at JFK airport. Tavis’s stomach was a little out of sorts. A large car was waiting for them. A rental, Duncan said. They quickly transferred the weapons to the car and loaded up. Again, Tavis and Shane sat with Lance, keeping a close eye on him, and Ronan and Lachlan sat in the last row of seats.

Tavis was stunned at the size of the city, the buildings and vehicles. And the number of people on the streets. “And I thought it was busy when I was here. Where do all these people live?”

“Up there,” Duncan said, pointing to buildings as tall as mountains.

“How can we find Voltar in a place like this?”

“We have his address.” Duncan pointed to a lighted box in the front of the car. “GPS. It’ll take us straight to his penthouse.”

Was there any co
nvenience humans hadn’t engineered?

“Looks like a nightclub,” Ronan said as they pulled up outside the building. A line of people stood outside wearing the most outlandish dress Tavis had ever seen. Near the door, a man was letting them in one at a time. He looked like a warrior, with wide shoulders and thick arms.

“He probably wants it to look that way,” Shane said.

Lachlan gave Lance a hard shake. “Is this it?”

Lance half opened his eyes, looked at the scene, nodded, and then fell back against the seat when Lachlan released him.

“He must have a place over the club,” Duncan said.

“Is this normal?” Tavis asked. “The way they’re dressed?” Or undressed. One girl wore nothing but black tights and some kind of skimpy material over her private parts. Her hair was dark blue.

Lachlan grinned. “This is mild compared to some places you can find. Not that I go there,” he said when Ronan cocked a brow.

“So how’re we gonna do this?” Ronan asked.

“We need to split up,” Duncan said. “Two of us hit the back, look for a way in. Two of us go in the front. One can stay in the car and keep an eye on the door.”

“I vote for Tavis watching the door,” Ronan said.

“Like hell.” Tavis opened the car door and got out. “I’m going in.”

Doors opened quickly, and they all spilled out. “Great,” Ronan said. “Let the nineteenth-centur
y warrior who’s been sleeping for a hundred and fifty years go into the nightclub. We
’d
better all go and make sure he doesn’t behead someone.”

Tavis started toward the crowd of people, flanked by Ronan, Duncan, Shane, and Lachlan. The crowd was thick, and Tavis’s eyes skimmed the people, noting that they were all watching with interest. The women wore bold looks of appreciation, even invitation, looks he
’d
only seen on the faces of whores. The men looked wary, other than a few who looked as interested as the women. One woman asked if they were members of a rock band. Whatever that was.

“Back of the line,” the big man said as they approached.

“We’re expected,” Ronan said.

The big man looked them over and frowned. “Names?”

Lachlan spoke up. “We’re extra security.”

“He didn’t tell me,” the man said. “Let me make a call.” He reached for his little box. His cell phone.

“That’s not necessary,” Tavis said. “Lance is with us. He’s in the car.”

“Lance.” The guard cursed. “Nobody ever tells me what’s going on. Where is he?”

“I’ll get him,” Duncan said. He walked back to the car and opened the door. The car rocked around in a manner that made Tavis wonder if Duncan was bouncing Lance off the seats, and then Lance exited the car, unshackled. Duncan walked close to Lance as they approached the door. Tavis suspected Duncan was holding him up. It was surprising he could even walk after just having the shackles removed. Duncan leaned down and whispered something to Lance just before they got there, and Lance’s face got pale.

“Steve,” Lance said as he approached the guard. He sounded and looked like he was drunk.

“They’re with you?” the man asked.

Lance’s head bobbed on his neck. “Yesss,” he slurred.

The man frowned and lifted a cord, and they walked inside. The room was filled with people and noise and lights. Tavis capped his hands over his years and yelled, “What’s that sound?”

“Music,” Ronan yelled back.

Music? That thumping noise? The crowd moved together in unison. When his own body started swaying, he realized they were dancing. If one could call it dancing. Women and men, paired in all manner of shapes and genders, were grinding their hips together. “Damnation,” he said, but the noise drowned him out.

In one corner, away from the bumping and grinding bodies, was a tavern or a pub. People were sitting on stools holding drinks. Tavis was glad Duncan led them in that direction because the music was frighteningly hypnotic.

Behind the bar, a thick man with short hair was serving drinks. He looked up and nodded his head at Lance. Duncan said something to Lance, and he pointed toward the back. The man behind the bar watched as they walked to a set of steps. The music became a muffled roar as they moved farther away. Tavis turned to Lance. “Where is she?”