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“Two.”

“If—”

She snapped her head back and felt it crack him in the nose. Darian muttered a curse and rolled off her, gripping his nose. Breathless, Jenn pushed herself into a sit. The Grey God’s broken nose bled for only a second before the wound healed.

They stared at each other.

“Xander didn’t pull punches, Darian. I learned to move differently so I could survive. I had no choice.”

“Wrong,” he said firmly. “You could’ve told Damian you were in danger. Or me.”


Ikir
Damian would’ve understood danger is part of my job,” she said, rising. “I’m going to take a quick shower and catch some sleep. Jonny should be back soon. He’ll want to see what you brought him.”

Jenn left him in the gym and trotted through the halls and up the stairs. She was wired with a different kind of energy after the sparring session, one that made her remember all too clearly how she’d felt under his body.

Definitely not a good sign. She ducked into her room.

“Jenn.”

She stopped and stepped back into the hallway, too preoccupied to notice Jonny standing in front of his door. His gaze swept over her body, lingering on her breasts, and she wished she’d stopped by the locker room to pull on a shirt instead of racing to get away from Darian.

“Hello, Jonny,” she greeted him.

“Yes.” He continued to gaze at her, his eyes showing the same fire Darian’s had when he returned from killing Others. Only Jonny’s was a high borne of blood and sex. She could smell both on him.

“I’ve gotta get cleaned up, then I can find you to talk,” she offered.

“I love the way you smell when you’ve worked out.” Jonny approached her until he stood toe-to-toe with her, gaze taking in her body. She saw his upper lip swell as his teeth grew, stimulated by lust. “It makes your skin glow.”

Jenn pooled her mind control power and released it. Jonny flinched, took a step back, then focused again on her. With a sinking stomach, Jenn admitted she had less than a day of influence left on the Black God. The mental blow would’ve destroyed a human’s mind and scrambled a Guardian’s indefinitely. Jonny barely registered it.

“I’ve always admired you,” he said. The dark lust was gone, though his gaze still carried too much interest. “Until now, you’ve been stronger than I. I feel that will change soon.”

“Darian killed five Others and brought you their heads,” she said calmly, unwilling to react to his words. “Maybe he knows what they’re doing.”

“Five?” Jonny asked. “Wow.”

“You need to know what he found out,” she told him, shoving the rest of her magic at him.

“I need to know what he found out,” he echoed, gaze going to the stairwell.

“I’ll talk to you in the morning.” Jenn stepped aside. The Black God hesitated one more time before striding forward.

She went into her doorless room and into the bathroom, sagging against the closed door. It was almost two in the morning. She’d be lucky to get any sleep with the vamps hovering over her and before facing one god no longer under her influence and another with a wild streak that might get them all killed.

Jenn wiped her face. Her hand went to the symbol around her neck. Whatever happened, she chose her path long ago. She was strong enough to get through this. Maybe. If Jonny or the Others didn’t kill her.

She took a cold, three-minute shower and then dressed. Her emotions still felt too close to the surface; exhaustion would only make them worse. She needed a little sleep while the vamps were out hunting. She trotted down the stairs to her window and paused. Darian sat on one of the couches. Her pile of blankets was folded next to him.

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” she asked.

“Even I need a break,” he replied. “Killing five Others is no joke.”

Jenn looked at him. He did look beat, though still wary of the vamps lingering in the shadows of the great room. She picked up a pillow and two blankets, spreading one on the floor a foot from the window before plopping her pillow down.

“Hope you dressed warm,” she said, sitting. She pulled on her knit hat and braced her bag of weapons between her body and the window before lying down on her back. “It gets chilly here.”

“Body warmth,” he replied and joined her, lying beside her.

He was warm, she admitted. His magic filled the space around them, bending light and shadows in a way she found as mesmerizing as flames or the falling snow.

“D and I used to camp out on the beach when we were little,” Darian said. “You ever do that?”

“The life of a god and a servant were very different,” she replied. “I was put to work before I turned eight.”

“You must have some good memory of the immortal world.”

Her thoughts were on her family. She touched the necklace at her throat, the hole within her growing. She wondered what a life surrounded by those with the luxury to care for one another was like. She’d seen Sofi and Damian together, their love and attachment. When Dusty found Bianca, she swore she’d seen a miracle, for the master assassin was the last person in either world she’d ever have thought would fall to something like love.

Love, after all, was nothing more than being vulnerable and waiting for someone to hurt her. At least, she’d thought this until Dusty succumbed to it. The day she’d met Bianca, she’d known Dusty would know unconditional love from the Healer.

Jenn had felt alone after that day but thrilled nonetheless. Dusty deserved happiness after all he’d been through. But she … she didn’t want what came with that kind of happiness. Loss of independence, complete surrender, placing her fate in another’s hands.

She’d never be able to trust someone with everything or find her equal the way Damian and Dusty had found theirs. She’d give anything to be treated as Sofi and Bianca were: as treasured partners. She was too different, though, too independent. She’d never found someone with her mental toughness, someone who could challenge her. Someone who could love her
and
understand how important it was that she remained her own person. No man she’d ever been with could tolerate the part of her that refused to be caged.

Some small part of her yearned to feel that sense of unconditional safety and affection. But doing so also meant sacrificing her independence and the risk of losing everything that meant something to her, a potential lifetime of pain. Again. It wasn’t worth it.

“I take it that’s a no.”

“No, I don’t,” she whispered. “Considering what happened to you there, I don’t know how you can look at it with any kind of fondness.”

“It’s where my family was and where I grew up. Damian, our father and mother. Trust me, I need all the good memories I can keep,” he said, a dark note in his voice.

“Do you still have those issues?” she asked curiously, rolling onto her side to face him. She propped her head up on her hand.

Darian was stretched out in the space beside her, hands beneath his head. For the first time since arriving at Jonny’s, she wasn’t cold. His warmth made her drowsy and comfortable, and she liked the feeling.

“The memories will never leave. Every day with Czerno …” He drifted off. “I need those good memories.”

Jenn studied him, unable to fathom the type of evil he’d endured. That he was remotely normal now made her realize how strong he was. He seemed unaware of the world or his effect on it at times, but he’d not only survived the Black God, he’d regained his mind.

“You’re an amazing person, Darian,” she said. “I don’t know how you did it.”

“I had help. Couldn’t even walk when Sofi first found me. I had to let go of my pride and realize I couldn’t heal alone. That was probably the worst lesson for someone who was a White God. Thank goodness I was too brainwashed to know it.”

“Sofi helped you, but you wouldn’t have gotten far if you weren’t as strong as you are.”

“Strong or stubborn?” he mused. “I’m going with stubborn.”

“I’m serious, Darian. I admire that about you. You lost everything in the worst way possible yet you don’t let your past cripple you like it does … others,” she managed.

“Some scars stay just below the surface. No one can see them but me.”

“I’m sorry, Darian.” She couldn’t help hurting for him, all too sensitive to the scars left by her own past.

He rolled to face her, mirroring her position. While she welcomed his warmth, the space between them seemed to shrink. They gazed at each other.

“Don’t be. You didn’t do this to me,” he said.

I’ve treated you like shit the past few days
. She felt frustrated with herself, knowing what he’d gone through. But she wouldn’t be the one to hurt him again, and he wasn’t going to be the one to pry open the door to her heart. She’d work on burying her emotions again, this time deeper than before.

 “I admire you, too, Jenn. More than is probably good for either of us,” Darian whispered.

“You shouldn’t, Darian.”

“I’m not so sure.”

He touched her again, the gentle stroke on her cheek sending warm shivers through her. Her gaze swept over his frame. She found herself liking this Darian too much. Unlike most men, he didn’t back down from her, a reaction that intrigued her. She wanted to push and tease him to see how far he’d let her. But part of her knew Darian would not only excel at the games she played with people; he’d push back. He played to win. For the first time in her life, she thought she’d found someone she wasn’t sure she could challenge without losing herself in the game. The idea of losing herself to Darian was more appealing than she expected.

“Good night, Darian,” she said and shifted onto her back.

“I’ll watch over you tonight. I think you need the sleep. Someone needs to take care of you.”

Jenn didn’t respond. A twinge of gratitude sprang up, and she suppressed it. She wasn’t about to encourage Darian, not when she couldn’t handle the results. She didn’t think she’d fall asleep with the thoughts of her family and Darian’s body close enough to make hers tingle with more than warmth. Whether he used his magic to put her to sleep, or her body needed it, she instantly fell into a deep, dreamless slumber.

She stirred after dawn, startled to see she’d slept so late. A shadow fell across her, and she rolled onto her back, unsettled to see Darian gone and another Guardian standing over her.


Ikir
Damian sent me to get you,” he said. “There’s an issue.”

“Give me a minute,” she said and hastened to her feet. She adjusted her clothing and weapons then swept the backpack up and trotted to the locker room. Jenn splashed water on her face and brushed her teeth quickly.

She heard the sound of someone beating a punching bag. It was too early for the vamps to be up. She went to the door leading into the gym, pausing to watch Darian. He was covered in sweat, the muscles of his exposed back rippling with his movement. He was beating out his demons, the way he did every day. She felt dirty again for treating him as she had, even if it was for his own good.

Jenn pushed herself away from the doorframe and returned to the foyer. The waiting Guardian paced, eyeing the vamps that had gathered around to glare at him.

He held out his hand as soon as she appeared.

“Ready,” she replied and took it.

 

Chapter Six

 

Darian stepped off the gym floor and showered quickly, disturbed by Jenn. Last night had brought him no closer to figuring out why she was pushing him away, though he’d begun to realize his body’s response to her was endangering his own resolve not to be involved with anyone else ever again.

He retrieved the bag with the heads of the Others from a locker and exited into the hall.

The Black God awaited him. Jonny looked wary, the same look every Guardian and vamp alike gave him.

“These are for you,” Darian said, handing off the bag.

Jonny accepted it and opened it. He frowned.

“You asked for a daily report,” Darian reminded him. “This was yesterday’s catch.”

“I didn’t think you could do it.”

“Of course I can.”

“Give these to the vamps on duty,” Jonny said. “I had my fill last night. Where’s Jenn?”

Darian reclaimed the bag. Jonny’s gaze went upwards, as if he could see through the ceiling to the second floor.

Towards Jenn’s room.

A different instinct went off in Darian’s mind, one that recognized the look on the Black God’s face as being another sign Jenn was in more trouble than expected.

“I hope you know better than to hurt a certain Guardian,” Darian said.

Surprised, Jonny’s gaze returned to him.

Darian crossed his arms.

“I wouldn’t hurt her,” Jonny said. “Ever.”

“That’s not what your mind tells me,” Darian baited.

“First Xander, now you.” The Black God’s face flashed bright red. “This is
my
world. Who are you to interfere in my world? Jenn is mine. Damian said so. She’s
mine.

“Jenn is not yours. I don’t have the pretty little boundaries you do, boy,” Darian replied. “I’m the one person on this planet who can fuck up
your
world.”

“I’m the Black God. My domain is every evil thought and deed. So what if I use what I am to get what I want from her? I have a free pass now. I can do and take and
be
whatever I want!”

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