Immortal Rider (LD2) (44 page)

She eased to her knees next to Arik. “What happened?”

“Thanatos. He was angry.” He didn’t need to say more. Gethel had watched over them for hundreds of years. She knew the deal. “How did you know something was wrong?”

“The sudden deaths of thousands of people on this island was a powerful ripple. We were able to stop Thanatos’s death wave, but too late. So many people gone.” Her voice was leaden with anguish. “More than that, I could hear Reaver’s and Limos’s souls screaming.”

Ares’s blood went as cold as the land around them. “What do you mean?”

Gethel stroked Arik’s hair, and he calmed, but only a little. He still lay there gasping, like a fish dying on the bank of a river. “Did Reaver and Limos protect Arik from Thanatos’s rage?”

“They wrapped themselves around him,” Cara said.

Bowing her head, Gethel closed her eyes. “Yes, that makes sense.”

“What?” Ares moved forward, not understanding any of this. “
What
makes sense?”

“The shockwave… it knocked Limos and Reaver into Arik. Literally.” She looked up at him. “It ripped their souls out of them and cast them into the human. If not for them, he’d be dead. The problem is that he’ll die anyway, if I can’t retrieve their souls. And if even if I can, it’ll be dangerous, and it’ll hurt. Greatly.”

Cara shivered, and Ares pulled her into his arms. She might be immortal, but she wasn’t immune to being cold. “Why will it hurt?”

“Souls are… sticky.” Gethel continued to stroke Arik’s hair, which lessened his writhing. “They bind themselves to demonic life-forces and make them stronger. Pestilence has been collecting them for that reason. I’ll have to peel Reaver and Limos from Arik, and fragments will be left behind or will come off Arik.”

Ares had seen and heard a lot in his life, but this was new. And disturbing. “What do you mean… fragments?”

Gethel paused, as if searching for the right words. “Imagine two humans stuck together with… what is that substance called…”

“Superglue?” Cara offered.

“Yes. Superglue.” Arik moaned, and Gethel smoothed her palm over his cheek. “If you pull the people apart, bits of skin and hair are torn away. In the case of souls, what is taken or left behind is much more crucial.”

Ares digested that for a second, and wished he had some Tums, because this was all going sour. “If Arik dies, his soul belongs to Pestilence.”

“I know,” Gethel said softly. She looked between Ares and Cara. “Hold him. He’s going to struggle.”

Cara patted Hal, who lumbered over to Arik and plopped down on his lower legs.

Gethel raised an eyebrow. “Unconventional, but effective.”

“Story of my life with Cara,” Ares murmured, and pushed down on Arik’s broad shoulders while Cara held his head to prevent thrashing.

“Hold tight,” Gethel said.

Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply, and her body began to glow. She reached for Arik’s chest, and her hand slipped deep inside his body cavity. Arik screamed, arching, veins popping in his temple and throat. He convulsed, and Ares swore he heard a ripping noise as Gethel tugged so hard she fell backward. Even in freefall, she reached behind her and slammed her fist into Limos’s sternum.

Limos jerked and came awake with a gasp. “Arik!” She scrambled over and grabbed his arm, looking between Ares and Gethel. “What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

Gethel splayed her fingers over Arik’s heart, as if she was using her force of will to keep it beating. “I’m trying to save him.”

A wild sob wracked Limos as she clung to Arik. “I’m sorry, Arik. I take it all back. Just live, okay?
Live
.”

Ares blinked in confusion. Take it all back? What had gone on between them after Ares left her house last night?

Gethel reached inside Arik once more, and Limos muffled a cry with the back of her hand.

Again Arik screamed, a raw, animal sound that made Ares wince despite his years of war and death and destruction that should have made him immune to the
sounds of suffering. But this went beyond normal suffering, and suddenly, Ares knew what soul-deep pain really meant.

Finally, Gethel reared back, flinging herself at Reaver. The moment her hand hit his chest, he shot upright, his breath heaving out of his lungs.

“Your souls were knocked into Arik,” Gethel murmured, and very, very gently, she pulled the now motionless human into her arms and held him. Gethel, who had never been one to coddle anyone. Ares would have gaped if he wasn’t so concerned about the guy.

“Is he…”

“He lives, but he’s not the same.” Gethel looked at Limos. “You’ll have to discover his limitations and talents.” Her mouth became a grim slash. “And yours. You and Reaver now share bits of Arik, as he shares bits of you.” Gethel put a glowing hand to his forehead, and he woke, blinking drowsily.

“I feel like the morning after a bachelor party.” Groaning, he sat up. When his gaze lit on Gethel, he barked out a curse. “
You.
” He fisted her tunic as if she couldn’t destroy him with her pinky if she wanted to. “How could you dissolve my damned marriage without my fucking permission?”

Gethel narrowed her eyes and peeled his hand away. “I did no such thing. I did, however, save your life.”

Ares winced at the not-so-subtle spanking as everyone turned to Limos, who had gone bright red. Glancing down at the snow, she nibbled her lip. “I… oh, shit. I might have… fibbed a little about the divorce.”

“So we’re still married?” When Limos nodded, still not looking him in the eyes, Arik let out a long, ragged breath.
“Thank God.” He reached out and took Limos’s hand. “We’ll talk about this later. What the hell happened?”

“You almost died, human.” Gethel stood, and to no one in particular, she said, “Take care of him,” and then she was gone.

Arik looked over at Ares’s motionless brother. “Hellhound?”

Ares nodded. “Yeah. We need to keep him like this for a while.”

“How long?” Arik asked, and Ares wished he knew the answer.

“As long as it takes.” Ares lifted Than into his arms. “But I suspect that he’s going to have a nice, long rest.”

Damage control. Shit… damage control.

Kynan repeated those words in his head as he sat with Regan, Val, Malik, Decker, and Lance at Aegis Headquarters, where he’d brought Regan immediately after getting the hell away from Thanatos. Just a minute ago, they’d gotten news of a massive disaster in Greenland.

“We’re responsible for the deaths of all those people,” Decker said numbly, his eyes glued to the laptop on the meeting room’s table.

Val shook his head, but he looked just as shell-shocked as Decker. “There’s no way we could have predicted how the Horseman would react.”

“
Over
react.” Lance snorted in disgust. “He went insane over getting laid. What the hell is that about? What kind of asshole freaks out about losing his virginity to a hot chick? Regan, you must have been a shitty lay.”

Regan lunged across the table with a snarl. Val and
Kynan caught her before she could hurt herself or the new life she now carried, but they didn’t bother stopping Decker, who slammed his fist into Lance’s face and knocked the guy out of his chair and into the wall.

Decker planted his big booted foot on Lance’s chest as he lay moaning on the carpet. “You ever speak about Regan like that again, and I’ll shove this boot so far up your ass you’ll be flossing with the laces.”

“And don’t talk about Thanatos that way.” Regan wrenched free of Val and Kynan, but she sat back down instead of going for Lance. “He didn’t ask for any of this.”

Decker let Lance up, and the guy glared sullenly as he grabbed a paper towel from the coffee counter and held it to his bloody nose.

“So what now?” Malik eyed Regan as if she had an answer, but she just swallowed sickly.

“Damage control,” Kynan said. “The Horsemen are going to view this as a betrayal, and rightly so, given the circumstances.”

Damn. This should not have been this complicated. Their intel had indicated that the Horsemen, with the exception of Limos, were sexually active, so they’d as-sumed an easy fling for Regan, a quick and in and out with no complications.

Still, Kynan hadn’t been comfortable with the pregnancy thing, and he’d hoped to be able to tell Thanatos about it after they determined how the child would save the world.

Now… they were all fucked.

Why the hell had Thanatos been a virgin? Religious beliefs? A personal vow? Shy penis?
Shit!

“So how do we spin this with them?” Decker asked.

Kynan flopped back in the chair and stared blindly at the huge painting of a demon-angel battle on the far wall. “I’ll go talk to them.”

“I’ll go with you,” Decker said.

“No,” Regan whispered. “You can’t. Thanatos is…” She shuddered. “Just don’t.”

“She’s right,” Kynan said. “I’ll go alone. It’s not going to be fun, but at least they can’t kill me.”

“We’ll stay here and pray,” Val said. “Because they might not be able to kill
you
, but I looked up the records of what Limos and Reseph did to the Elders last time we betrayed them, and trust me, they’re quite capable of killing the rest of us.”

Thirty-five

They all went back to Ares’s place. Thanatos was carried, and Arik was propped between Limos and Reaver, though Arik figured Reaver could have used the help more than Arik. He didn’t know much about angels, but he kind of doubted they normally looked like they’d been run over by a tank and then shot out of its cannon. Arik had seen a lot of hangovers in his day, and he’d swear Reaver was coming off one hell of a bender.

After they’d settled Thanatos in one of the spare bedrooms with a hellhound guard to nip him if he stirred, they all came back into Ares’s great room and stared at each other. No one seemed to know where to start. Not a shock, given that there was the matter of Limos’s betrayals, The Aegis’s hijinks with Regan, Thanatos’s meltdown, and Reaver’s… hangover.

For Limos’s part, she still hadn’t met Arik’s gaze as she paced by the cold fireplace.

Ares, who stood next to the chair where Cara sat with Hal at her feet, crossed his arms over his chest and drilled a scowl into Reaver. “So. You going to tell us where you’ve been and why you haven’t responded to any of our summons?”

“It’s not your place to question my activities.” The angel might look like hell on legs, but his lethal power wasn’t diminished, and he still managed to become the centerpiece in an already grand room.

Limos stopped pacing. “Is it my place to question why you didn’t come to the most important event of my life?”

Reaver jerked like his holy ass had been goosed. “You found your
agimortus
?”

“Yes, but that’s not what I’m talking about.”

“Then what?”

Her chin came up. “My wedding.”

Reaver’s sapphire eyes darkened like a stormy sea. “
To Satan?
”

“No,” Arik said. “To me.” He finally caught Limos’s gaze and he hoped she got his silent message loud and clear.
We’re married, and we’ll stay that way, no matter what bullshit you pull.

Him, bitter? Nah.

“I don’t understand.” Reaver’s dull, limp hair brushed his robe as he turned back to Limos. “Marrying Arik won’t negate your contract.”

“It most certainly did.” Limos gave a haughty sniff, as if offended that Reaver would dare question her. “When Arik removed my chastity belt and put his—”

“Okay.” Arik cut her off before she could go into detail neither her brother nor an angel should hear. “He gets the picture.”

Reaver grimaced. “Too clearly.”

Limos looked down at her feet and then back up at Reaver. “I get that you’re busy, and you have all those stupid rules to follow, but you know… there aren’t many people I care about, and I don’t have many friends… and I wanted you to be there.”

“I’m sorry, Limos.” The regret in Reaver’s voice turned it to gravel. “Those responsible for keeping me away will pay. I promise you that.”

Arik’s phone buzzed in his BDU’s leg pocket, and when he palmed it, Kynan’s text flashed on the screen:
Will be at Ares’s place in two minutes.