coven’s home in New England.
“You can’t defeat him. You’ll die and he’ll win. Nothing can stop him, not you, not me, not even the gods.” She’d whispered the last word, but Alex must have heard her because suddenly she found herself twisted, another cloth shoved over her mouth and tied behind her head. She didn’t even bother to fight him or the tears that rushed her eyes. He turned her around, took the sandwich and scowled at it, then her.
“I warned you, witch. I warned you that I’d not go easy on you, nor will I allow you to try to reason with me. There is no reasoning with me in this, remember that when next we stop and I take this off.”
His eyes flashed lighter in a sudden shaft of moonlight from the break in clouds. Or had they flashed lighter from within? She didn’t know, but before she could decide, he jerked her forward again.
From the forest a call sounded, a harsh laughing sound followed by another and another, each coming closer. Alex spun and shrugged his pack off, drawing something shiny from within it. She heard a snap, and with a lunge, he stood facing whatever beasts had suddenly decided they were fair game. With a sword. He had a sword.
One sword against a pack of jackals.
Chapter Ten
“So, tell me, Markee, why have you been so spooked today?” Agni shoved Markee with a shoulder, making him hit the wall and pissing him off. The demon was always screwing around.
He shook his head. “Your breath?”
Agni threw his head back and laughed. “Damn, pup, you have balls, that’s for sure.”
Markee speared the big demon with a look he’d learnt from Alex. Agni slapped him on the back and his grin grew.
“So, come on, spill it. I’m fascinated, really.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Where is the team we’re supposed to be watching?”
“Oh, the humans?” Agni asked.
Markee nodded, digging his hands into his jeans pockets to keep from fidgeting with them.
“I made that shit up. I wanted to get you alone and pick your brain.”
“What?” he demanded, taking a step back from Agni.
Agni stepped closer, narrowing his eyes. “Yeah, ever since that first meet I’ve wondered about you. You survived the battle with the Vampire House in Europe—with an odd casualty, but odder still, when taken to a place guaranteed to relieve the pain”—Agni grinned, and stepped closer—“you left like the hounds of hell were after you.”
Markee stalled out and had to take a minute to recover. He couldn’t believe Agni would bring up what he’d suffered at the hands of those crazy vampires. He’d been hard as stone for weeks from the drugs they’d fed him. For Agni to bring it up now? The bastard must know he was bonded. Or he was hitting on him.
“Dude, are you trying to score, ‘cause I don’t fly that direction.”
Agni laughed again, shaking his head, and gripped his shoulder. “Don’t fly that way? Hell, that, my man, is a good one. But listen here,” he sobered and crossed his arms over his chest flashing some kind of inked symbol on his arm. “You intrigue me. Spill, man.”
Shit, what did that mean? Intrigued him? The nosey demon must know he was bonded. It was a hell of a lot better than him knowing Alex had Sorcha that was for sure, but…
“What the hell business is it to you?”
“Hey, I pulled you out of that whacked mess, the least you can do is give me some facts here,” Agni responded.
Markee growled. A whacked mess . It had been much worse than that. He’d been on the mission to free his sister, but the vampire house had given him much more than he’d wanted. They’d ignited the fire his mate had started, only he’d lost his mate years before. The pain of her loss hit him hard with his returned lust. Yet, as he’d stormed from the club Agni had dropped him off at, a hint of her scent, impossible because he’d thought her dead, had floated on the breeze. He could barely remember more of that night, simple images, flashes
“You can’t defeat him. You’ll die and he’ll win. Nothing can stop him, not you, not me, not even the gods.” She’d whispered the last word, but Alex must have heard her because suddenly she found herself twisted, another cloth shoved over her mouth and tied behind her head. She didn’t even bother to fight him or the tears that rushed her eyes. He turned her around, took the sandwich and scowled at it, then her.
“I warned you, witch. I warned you that I’d not go easy on you, nor will I allow you to try to reason with me. There is no reasoning with me in this, remember that when next we stop and I take this off.”
His eyes flashed lighter in a sudden shaft of moonlight from the break in clouds. Or had they flashed lighter from within? She didn’t know, but before she could decide, he jerked her forward again.
From the forest a call sounded, a harsh laughing sound followed by another and another, each coming closer. Alex spun and shrugged his pack off, drawing something shiny from within it. She heard a snap, and with a lunge, he stood facing whatever beasts had suddenly decided they were fair game. With a sword. He had a sword.
One sword against a pack of jackals.
Chapter Ten
“So, tell me, Markee, why have you been so spooked today?” Agni shoved Markee with a shoulder, making him hit the wall and pissing him off. The demon was always screwing around.
He shook his head. “Your breath?”
Agni threw his head back and laughed. “Damn, pup, you have balls, that’s for sure.”
Markee speared the big demon with a look he’d learnt from Alex. Agni slapped him on the back and his grin grew.
“So, come on, spill it. I’m fascinated, really.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Where is the team we’re supposed to be watching?”
“Oh, the humans?” Agni asked.
Markee nodded, digging his hands into his jeans pockets to keep from fidgeting with them.
“I made that shit up. I wanted to get you alone and pick your brain.”
“What?” he demanded, taking a step back from Agni.
Agni stepped closer, narrowing his eyes. “Yeah, ever since that first meet I’ve wondered about you. You survived the battle with the Vampire House in Europe—with an odd casualty, but odder still, when taken to a place guaranteed to relieve the pain”—Agni grinned, and stepped closer—“you left like the hounds of hell were after you.”
Markee stalled out and had to take a minute to recover. He couldn’t believe Agni would bring up what he’d suffered at the hands of those crazy vampires. He’d been hard as stone for weeks from the drugs they’d fed him. For Agni to bring it up now? The bastard must know he was bonded. Or he was hitting on him.
“Dude, are you trying to score, ‘cause I don’t fly that direction.”
Agni laughed again, shaking his head, and gripped his shoulder. “Don’t fly that way? Hell, that, my man, is a good one. But listen here,” he sobered and crossed his arms over his chest flashing some kind of inked symbol on his arm. “You intrigue me. Spill, man.”
Shit, what did that mean? Intrigued him? The nosey demon must know he was bonded. It was a hell of a lot better than him knowing Alex had Sorcha that was for sure, but…
“What the hell business is it to you?”
“Hey, I pulled you out of that whacked mess, the least you can do is give me some facts here,” Agni responded.
Markee growled. A whacked mess . It had been much worse than that. He’d been on the mission to free his sister, but the vampire house had given him much more than he’d wanted. They’d ignited the fire his mate had started, only he’d lost his mate years before. The pain of her loss hit him hard with his returned lust. Yet, as he’d stormed from the club Agni had dropped him off at, a hint of her scent, impossible because he’d thought her dead, had floated on the breeze. He could barely remember more of that night, simple images, flashes
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