Read The Demon You Know Online
Authors: Christine Warren
"That would not stop Uzkiel from torturing her just for the pleasure of hearing her scream.”
The look that passed over Noah's face had Rule's complete sympathy. "So she's damned either
way.”
"In a manner of speaking." Rule sighed. "I did not want to alarm your sister or to give her a false
sense of confidence, but right now the fact that Louamides is within her is at least a small advantage over
not having it. The strength it provides might become critical if the unforeseen were to occur.”
Noah studied Rule's face for a long moment, though the demon wasn't certain what he was looking for.
After a moment, the human shrugged. "In that case, as far as I can tell, we only have one choice," he said.
"Which is?”
"If Uzkiel needs to be returned Below, then we're going to have to find him and bring him there.”
Rule's eyes narrowed. "What exactly do you mean by 'we'?"
"Just what it sounds like,
kemosabe."
Noah smiled, but the firming of his jaw belied the sunny
expression. "There's no way in hell or on earth I'm leaving my sister in the middle of this mess. From here
on out, I'm on the team.”
Just what he needed, Rule thought, another human to worry about. "This is not a militaryexercise," he warned. "Uzkiel is no rogue vampire to be staked and be done with.”
"I never said it was.”
"It is a more dangerous monster than any you have ever encountered. I cannot allow you to putyourself in harm's way and I do not have time to protect you as well as your sister.”
Noah's eyes narrowed. "I don't recall asking for protection. I may be human, but I'm no
lightweight. I have eighteen years of military training and experience, five of which have been on the Spook Squad dealing with all sorts of bad eggs who could have physically pounded me into the dust if they'd wanted. We're not trained to go hand-to-hand with an Other; we're trained to outthink him, and from everything I've heard about fiends, they may be clever, but they're not real smart, if you know what I mean.”
"Uzkiel is not stupid. It will not be taken in by primitive tricks." Rule crossed his arms over his chest and had the sinking feeling that if Noah possessed half his sister's stubbornness, this fight could end badly. "This is one of the most powerful and most corrupt fiends I have ever encountered. It is immortal by human standards. It cannot be killed with bullets or holy water, and it will not shrink before symbols of human faith.”
Noah snorted. "I wasn't planning on attacking it with a palm frond and a string of rosary beads.
And trust me, anything can be killed with bullets if you put enough of them in the right places. Fiends diewhen you behead them, don't they?”
"Their corporeal manifestations can be destroyed that way, yes. But the immaterial entity must betrapped in a proper vessel and destroyed magically.”
"Fine. I'll do the shooting; you do the chanting.”
Rule scowled. "You are going to need something bigger than a handgun if you intend to injure Uzkiel seriously enough to destroy its physical body.”
A slow grin spread across the man's face. "Trust me. I have bigger.”
That expression made Rule stop for a moment. A thought occurred to him. "I do not think youever told me your specialty on your team.”
The grin widened. "Nope, I didn't.”
"Well?”
"Demolitions," Noah answered with great good cheer. "I blow things up for a living.”
Rule grunted just as the latch on the library door clicked open. "Funny. Your sister seems to do itas a hobby."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Abby paused outside the door of Rafael De Santos's office on the second floor of the club andtook a deep breath. The taste of crow was becoming a familiar one to her, but she couldn't say she waslearning to like it any better for all that. Since the incident in the park yesterday, she had apologized to Samantha, made her peace with Tess, and even managed to smuggle a note to Missy expressing herregret at getting the Luna in trouble with her mate. All of that had been easy compared to the lion Abby
was about to beard.
She rapped briefly on the door and decided the muffled grunt she heard in response would do as well as a command to enter. Her hand closed around the cool metal of the knob and she paused to say a quick prayer for courage—and patience—before she turned it and entered the dimly lit room.
Rafael De Santos had apparently given over to Rule the space in which he normally conducted his business as head of the Council of Others. Instead of the Felix, the demon sat behind the massive walnut desk poring over sheets and sheets of yellowed and brittle paper with a kind of intensity that failed to surprise her in the least. She imagined he focused that kind of intensity on everything he did.
In fact, she couldn't seem to stop herself from imagining him focusing it on making love...
"Oh, for Pete's sake. That fiend's dirty mind must be rubbing off on me.”
"I beg your pardon?”
Abby jerked her gaze up off the floor to meet Rule's across the width of the room. The cold,
controlled expression he wore made him look nothing like she remembered from yesterday afternoon,
right before she had passed out, or whatever she was supposed to call it when Lou took over her body. Then Rule had looked positively feral.
"Um, hi," she began. He simply stared impassively. "I was just, um, wondering if... you had a minute. To talk to me.”
"About?”
"Yesterday.”
He dropped his attention back to the papers spread before him. "I do not believe that is something we need to, or should, discuss.”
Abby sighed. Not a single one of them was going to make this easy for her, were they? "I don't agree. I think we absolutely need to discuss it. The whole thing demonstrated pretty clearly to me that this situation is even more complicated than I thought it was and that it's not going to end nearly as quickly or
as easily as I was hoping.”
"Indeed.”
He didn't say, "I told you so," but Abby could practically see the phrase floating between them, as if a pixie in a crop duster had broken into the club and written it in the air in plumy exhaust.
"That being the case, I thought..." She rubbed her damp palms against the legs of her jeans. "I wanted to tell you…I'm sorry. For some of the things I said to you yesterday. Not the stuff about wanting to leave, or about finding this whole thing insane, 'cause those are both true. But I attacked you personally, and that wasn't fair. So…I'm sorry.”
"Apology accepted.”
Abby stood there a moment in silence while Rule continued to pore over his research materials,
or whatever it was he seemed so engrossed in. She could almost hear the crickets chirping.
"That's it?”
"What is it?" He shuffled some papers aside, pulled out new ones. Never looked up.
"That's all I get? That cool little 'apology accepted' and we both go on our merry ways?”
Finally he looked up, but his expression said he wasn't at all happy about it. "You do not want me to accept your apology?”
"Of course I want you to accept my apology! You
should
accept my apology! You should—" Abby cut herself off and pressed a hand to her forehead.
"I beg your pardon?”
"Don't beg my anything. I think it's time we all decided no more begging." She closed the office door behind her and crossed over to the desk, sinking into one of the chairs opposite Rule's position of
elegant authority. "My olive branch may be kind of wilted, but I swear, I came to make peace.”
And since her stomach still insisted on fluttering and her heart on racing and her libido on shifting
into overdrive every time she got near him, she figured it was a darned impressive gesture she was making, too.
"We were never at war," Rule dismissed, seemingly oblivious to the tension and attraction she could have sworn sparked between them. Maybe it was all on her side, a kind of latent teenage attraction to the ultimate bad boy. Because Rule didn't look like he lusted after her. He actually just looked annoyed, especially with that muscle in his jaw twitching as if he were grinding his teeth together in irritation.
"So why do I feel like we need to declare a truce?”
"I am not qualified to speculate on your beliefs.”
Abby felt her own jaw beginning to clench. "You know, I'm beginning to think that you want me
to hate your guts, for some insane reason. That can't be possible, can it?”
"It is none of my concern how you feel about me. My only concern is to see you safe and to keep the spell you carry out of Uzkiel's hands.”
"Wow. I bet you have to beat the girls off with a stick, don't you?”
"I do not believe it benefits either of us to discuss personal matters." His tone was cold and dismissive, but Abby saw something almost like anger sparking behind those pitch-black eyes of his.
"You should have thought of that before you kissed me," she goaded, her eyes narrowing. "
'Cause that felt pretty personal to me.”
Even before the words left her mouth she recognized them as a supremely bad idea, but by then
it was too late to stop them. They fell between the two of them like an undetonated nuclear warhead. Abby could almost swear she heard ticking.
"You humans have a tendency to read too much into simple tactics," he said after a moment in which Abby could have sworn the atmosphere in the room visibly thickened. "You had launched into a tirade. I simply chose an expedient method of quieting you.”
Something prodded Abby to her feet, moved her like a puppet, and braced her hands on the paper-strewn desk, urging her to lean forward until her nose was just inches from his. She tried very, very hard to blame it on the fiend inside her, but that would have been a big, fat lie. And what was worse, Abby knew it.