Midnight's Master

by Cynthia Eden

  When he finally moved, stalking across the room toward her, she braced her hands on the desk. “Why are you here?”

  His head tilted. “I came to collect a debt.”

  “What?” She didn’t owe that bastard anything. She knew how he operated and she’d made absolutely sure that she didn’t—

  “Come now, Emily, don’t look so surprised. You had to know I’d come calling one day.” He glanced over at her black leather couch. “Interesting. Bet the wolf likes that.”

  Her cheeks heated. Yeah, Colin did.

  Control. “I don’t know what debt you’re talking about—” She wasn’t going to touch the couch reference, “but I’ve got clients who need my help. I don’t have time—”

  “I need you, too, Emily.”

  He said her name as if they were close. Friends. Lovers.

  They’d never been either.

  After a moment, he headed for the couch. Didn’t lay down, just sat, with his legs sprawled before him. “You’re such a smart lady. Surely you’ve wondered…”

  His eyes were so dark. Humans could get lost in those eyes. She knew that—she’d seen it happen.

  And Holly was dating him? Sleeping with him?

  “I remember the first time you walked into my Paradise. You were shaking because you were afraid—”

  Terrified might be a better word.

  “And because you were so hungry.”

  Slowly, she sat back down into her chair. The leather creaked beneath her.

  “You needed my world, didn’t you? Needed to touch it, to feel it in order to keep surviving.”

  She’d always suspected Niol’s mind was razor sharp and that his instincts for people were dead-on. No wonder the guy was such a fine predator. “Where is this going?” Her voice was cool and perfectly calm. She was good at that, good at pretending. She’d had so much practice over the years.

  Niol’s gaze said he knew that and his slow smile had her stiffening.

  “I let you into my Paradise. Gave you free rein in my world.”

  Okay, yes, she’d always wondered about that, but—“You also introduced me to the asshole who tried to shove his way into my mind.” Myles. Demon bastard. He hadn’t been expecting her to fight back.

  His mistake.

  The faint lines around Niol’s mouth tightened. “When I realized what was happening with Myles…it was too late.” His brows lifted. “You took care of the problem before I could intervene.”

  Lie. Emily didn’t buy that one for a minute. “Bullshit—”

  “Doctor—language.”

  Emily growled.

  “Myles was a mistake.” A shrug. “But I think he certainly paid for his crime, don’t you? You blasted every bit of his power away. Wouldn’t have thought it was possible, if I hadn’t seen it for myself.”

  For a moment, she was back in Paradise. The roar of the laughing crowd around her. Smoke in the air. And a demon at her feet. Dizzy, lost, she’d fallen facefirst into the gleaming bar—

  And woken in a hospital.

  “I’ve always wondered…” A couple of things. She drew in a deep gulp of air. The whole conversation was surreal, but she’d wanted answers for years.

  Answers. She’d always craved them.

  And never found them all.

  Some mysteries just couldn’t be solved.

  “Who got me out of Paradise?” She asked him quietly.

  One black brow rose.

  Damn.

  “I couldn’t very well leave you bleeding on my floor, now could I? Not good for business.”

  Like his clientele would have cared that an unconscious and bleeding woman was on the floor.

  He eased back a bit on the couch. “I took you out, made certain there were no…uncomfortable questions at the hospital, and I stayed—”

  Now that surprised her.

  “—with you until you were awake again.”

  What? Niol had been there, when she’d been at her weakest? Very scary thought.

  His bottomless gaze held hers. “Myles had friends. Shitscum, but powerful. The eye-for-an-eye type. They would have just loved to get their hands on you.”

  She’d worried about them. Had some nightmares after she’d gotten out of the hospital. But then the fear about retaliation had just seemed to vanish from her mind.

  “I…eliminated the threat to you.” He spoke easily. Calmly. As if he were talking about getting rid of trash. And for him, maybe he was. Emily had never understood him. His mind had been closed to her. Always closed. Not like the others. She could pick her way so easily into the thoughts of most paranormals.

  Not Niol.

  Not that she’d ever really wanted to try.

  Because Emily knew, deep down, that if Niol wanted to go after her, the way Myles had, well, she wouldn’t be knocked out.

  She’d be killed.

  Niol was just too strong. She’d heard rumors once about level-tens. The talk was that they could live for freaking ever. They could heal so fast that their bodies were in a constant state of perfect health.

  But the longer they lived, the more their…demon selves emerged.

  The rumors were that some demons out there, some level-tens were so old they had cloven feet and tails.

  Rumors, of course; she’d never found any information to substantiate that, but—

  But level-tens couldn’t be killed by any weapon of man—that much was true.

  And Niol, since he more than tipped the power scale, she sure didn’t want to tangle with him.

  “Since I took care of that little problem for you, I’d say that puts you in my debt.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “What do you want?”

  He held up his hands. “Don’t look so worried, Emily. I’m not the threat you think.”

  She snorted.

  “I just need that wonderful mind of yours. So interesting, so strong.”

  Emily’s stomach knotted. “I always thought you were testing me,” she murmured, deliberately throwing the words out as her own test to see how Niol would respond.

  He nodded. “Yes, I was.”

  Sonofabitch. He’d let her into Paradise to test her like a lab rat, and he had the gall to sit there and say she owed him?

  “Had to make sure you were capable, that you could handle the darkness.”

  She’d been handling darkness for years. She didn’t need some arrogant ass of a demon to—

  “If you weren’t strong enough, then you wouldn’t have been of any use to me.”

  Cold and hard. Just like she would have expected.

  But—

  But his eyes weren’t cold. The darkness was lit with a fire she’d never seen before.

  I want in his mind.

  Because Emily had the feeling that the puppet master was hiding too many secrets of his own.

  He leaned forward, dropping the easy pose. “You tell no one about the work I want you to do—”

  Niol wanted therapy?

  “No one, and you—”

  Her office door flew open and banged into the wall.

  Her breath choked out in surprise. Niol didn’t even blink.

  “What the fuck are you doing here, demon?”

  Her very much enraged wolf shifter lover stood in the doorway. Not in cop mode, definitely not. More like jealous fury mode.

  And it was sweet, kind of, anyway.

  Emily shoved to her feet and hurried to his side. “I’m all right, Colin. I don’t need—”

  He kicked the door closed. Hard enough to have her windows rattling. “You don’t need this jerkoff giving you a hard time. I want you to stay away from Emily, got me, demon? We both know you’re trouble and—”

  Niol rose slowly to his feet and despite the fact that Colin’s claws were out and his teeth were lengthening into fangs, the demon didn’t look worried. “I’m not staying away from her.”

  A growl.

  “I need her.” His head tilted. “And I’d hate to have to hurt you, seeing as how
I know Emily has become uncomfortably fond of you, but I need her.”

  Colin sprang forward.

  Emily grabbed his arm, pulling back at once. “Colin, let him talk.” Something was happening here, something important.

  Colin’s body vibrated beneath her touch. “Fine.” Barely human. “But if he pisses me off, I’m taking his head.”

  A real threat, that.

  She turned to Niol. “Why me?”

  “You can build the best mental shielding I’ve ever seen in my life.” Admiring. “I need that talent.”

  Like a level-ten needed help keeping his mind secure from others. “Bullshit.” Sometimes, Emily just had to call ’em like she saw ’em.

  “A debt, doctor, remember?”

  “You’re not gettin’ in Em’s mind! You’re not—”

  Niol shook his head, interrupting Colin’s snarl. “I don’t want in her head. I want her to use her talent to get into the minds of demons—and to teach them to shield.”

  Her mouth was open, but Emily didn’t know what to say. Demons had their own, instinctive shielding. It came with the psychic power. Why would—

  “Sometimes what nature gives isn’t enough,” Niol said, as if reading her mind.

  And the guy probably could.

  He strode toward them. Stood toe-to-toe with Colin. “You’re in my way, wolf.”

  Colin’s jaw clenched, but after a moment, he stepped to the side.

  Niol kept walking. Grabbed the doorknob and wrenched open the door, heading into her waiting room.

  “Vanessa called you, didn’t she?” Emily whispered. And the man had made amazing time. She craned her neck, watching Niol.

  “Hell, yeah, she—”

  Niol strode to the left. He stopped and bent toward a dark-haired man and a thin, pale teen.

  Then he glanced back at her.

  “Who are they?” Colin whispered.

  Demons. She saw right through their glamour.

  And now they were heading right toward her.

  “Colin…give me a minute with them, okay?”

  The fangs weren’t showing now, but the wolf was in his eyes. “You sure?”

  Niol answered. “Yes, she’s sure.”

  Colin didn’t move.

  Emily smiled. “I’m sure.” She didn’t sense any kind of threat from them, but she did see desperation.

  Niol led the other demons into her office. Emily followed at a slower pace, her mind whirling.

  The teen sat on the edge of her couch, his hands clenched before him. The older demon—had to be his father, they looked just alike—stood by his shoulder, rocking nervously back and forth on his heels.

  Niol didn’t sit this time. “Tell me, Doctor Drake…”

  Now he was being formal?

  “Have you ever heard of a demon getting the Dark Touch?”

  Her heart slammed into her ribs. The Dark Touch.

  A demon with the Touch was cursed to only pick up the psychic touch of the evil in the world. Killers, rapists—they all called to the dark demons.

  They called and insanity and death followed.

  “It first hits at puberty,” Niol said. “When a demon’s powers begin to develop.”

  She’d heard that.

  “It gets worse as the demon ages. The voices get louder—”

  The teen flinched. His eyes were down, boring a hole into the floor.

  “Some drugs quiet ’em, for a time. Others just make them scream louder.”

  The father had his lips pressed together. His eyes stayed up, on her.

  Help him. It was in the man’s eyes.

  She glanced at Niol. And in his.

  A bead of sweat trickled down between her shoulder blades. She wouldn’t give false hope. The kid would deserve better than that. “Niol, I’m not sure—”

  “I am.” Absolutely certain. “You can keep a level-ten demon out of your head, you can—”

  “Myles was a level-nine,” she told him. Niol should know that. He didn’t make mistakes—

  “I’m not.” Black eyes held her. “And you can keep me out without even trying these days.”

  These days.

  It had been a test. One long-ass test.

  “Teach him how to block, Dr. Drake. Teach Ken how to keep the voices out and the darkness at bay.”

  The boy looked up, blinking.

  Emily stared at him. His eyes…demon black, but familiar.

  Because she’d seen that stark fear before. The wild horror that insanity was close.

  She’d looked like that, years ago. Every time she’d glanced in a mirror, she’d seen the same thing.

  A firm nod. “Right.” She reached for her pad and motioned for the door. No audience was allowed. Niol knew the rules, of that she had no doubt. “Ken, my name is Emily Drake, and I-I’m going to help you.” She would help him.

  And the others she suspected Niol would be bringing her way.

  Niol inclined his head and walked quietly toward the door.

  When the door shut, Emily forgot him and turned her attention to Ken.

  And the darkness around him. A darkness that was very different from that she sensed around Niol. Because this darkness, maybe she could fight it.

  Chapter 16

  Two car wrecks. A bank robbery. And a shooting in the suburbs.

  It had really been one bitch of a day. Holly rolled her shoulders, more than ready to leave the station and head home.

  Or to Niol’s—because she needed to see him.

  How bad was that?

  A knock sounded on her door. Her new door. She’d demanded a new office and gotten one. Granted, it was small and she knew it had been the storage closet until oh—about six hours ago, but she wouldn’t complain.

  Holly glanced up and found Mac standing in her doorway. “What’s up?” She asked cautiously, half afraid the guy would send her out to cover another story.

  Not tonight.

  His eyes narrowed. “We need to talk, Storm.”

  Great.

  She motioned to the one chair across from her desk. No room for more.

  He shut the door and marched over.

  He didn’t take the seat. “How long you known about ’em?”

  She blinked. The lines on Mac’s face looked deeper tonight. His hair a bit grayer. “What are you talking about?” With Mac, it could be any—

  “The damn fucking demons, Storm. How. Long?”

  Her jaw dropped.

  “It was that asshole who got torched in the alley, wasn’t it?” He shot at her. “Always knew there was more to the case. Figured you had to know after that, especially when you hooked up with Niol.” Mac shook his head. “Christ, Niol? Were you just looking for the toughest asshole you could find?”

  In a way, yeah, she had been.

  Holly considered her options, fast.

  Okay, she didn’t have many and Mac was glaring at her like—

  “Knew Niol was a demon the first time I saw him.”

  How?

  “Are…you a demon?” That would make sense, but—

  “Hell, no.” His shoulders stiffened. “Human. One hundred percent human.”

  She couldn’t say the same. “Then how did you—”

  “I saw my first demon back in ’Nam. He’d taken a hit, dead center in his chest.” His chin lifted. “Knew there wasn’t anything I could do. I was a medic with piss little training and I was in a fucking jungle with gunfire all around me.” He sucked in a breath. “Told the kid he wasn’t alone, thought it would help him. Then he turned his head and looked at me—”

  She knew where this was going. At a time like that, the glamour—

  “His eyes were black. Never seen anything like it before.” A pause. Thick. “But I sure as hell have since.”

  She didn’t look away from him. Did he know her own secret?

  “More people than you realize know about the demons.” His hands were fisted. Big fists, now that she noticed them. “And not all humans are
happy about the paranormals.”

  Not a newsflash.

  The small office felt even, well, smaller. The desk separated them, but Mac’s gaze seemed to bore into her.

  “Some folks think demons should be wiped off the earth.”

  She’d always liked Mac and his no-nonsense attitude. Always thought he was smart. Tough as nails.

  But, dammit, had that just been a threat? “Some folks don’t understand this world we live in very well.” Her voice was even. Impressive, that. “Demons aren’t evil—”

  “They’re not all evil.”

  “Just like humans!” She fired back.

  He nodded. “Thought that would be the case with you. Specially after I heard about your new boyfriend.”

  What in the hell was happening?

  He leaned over her desk. Stabbed a finger toward her. “Stay on your guard, Storm. You might be safe, but Niol will always attract trouble.”

  Then he turned around and stalked out and Holly stared after him, still not sure…

  Had Mac been threatening her, or trying to warn her?

  The storm that had loomed since noon finally unleashed its pounding fury just as Holly ran for Niol’s front door. She’d gone to him, headed straight for his house, when she’d finally slipped out of the station just after the last broadcast.

  Her skin was soaked in seconds as she ran and—

  “Holly.”

  Niol stood before her. Raindrops slid down his cheeks. His dark T-shirt clung to him, molding to his chest as the rain pounded against him.

  He’d been waiting for me?

  She stumbled to a halt, caught by his stare and the roar of thunder.

  The rain was a cold touch on her skin. Stinging.

  And Niol seemed just out of reach.

  Then he moved toward her.

  Maybe she should have called first. Maybe she was presuming one hell of a lot by showing up on his doorstep, but she’d—

  Wanted him. “Niol, I—”

  He kissed her. An openmouthed, knee-shaking kiss that screamed possession and lust the way the storm screamed its fury.

  His hands locked on her hips. Slid down and caught the curve of her ass. He jerked her against him, right against the bulge of arousal that couldn’t be hidden with the wet clothing.

  The cold wasn’t affecting him.

  And it sure wasn’t slowing her down any.