Kiss of Darkness

by Loribelle Hunt

  Kiss of Darkness

  By Loribelle Hunt

  Winter, a hybrid, has spent her life at war. A group of humans who are part demon, the hybrids, along with the lupines and nightwalkers, have dedicated their lives to defeating demons and protecting humanity. Yet, despite their united cause, the three groups share an uneasy alliance.

  When hybrid military compounds come under attack from demon insurgents, Winter has no choice but to turn to the lupines and nightwalkers for assistance. It’s a partnership based on necessity and she has no intention of letting down her guard with either group.

  Marcus, the nightwalker Lord, has other plans. The immediate attraction between him and Winter promises a passion he can’t ignore. To claim her as his own, he’ll not only have to fight the demons who seem hell-bent on destroying her, but her own misconceptions about him and the nightwalker race. It’s a battle he refuses to lose.

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  Dedication

  Many people were instrumental in making this book happen. Those who read it and gave great advice that I can only hope to reciprocate at a future date are Georgia Woods, Dana Belfry, Dayna Hart, Crystal Jordan, Jennifer Leeland and my mother. My lovely editor Charlotte Herscher was instrumental in making it all come together. Lastly, I would be remiss if I did not also thank my husband and kids. They’ve done their own laundry, cooked their own dinner, and could maybe identify me in a lineup. Many thanks to you all.

  Contents

  Copyright

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  About the Author

  Prologue

  1955, Somewhere in the Southeastern United States

  When they took the blindfold off, she squinted in the sudden glare and looked around. This Hollywood B movie setting was where she was to join her soul with a demon’s? It looked more like an unfinished basement than a cave, large and mostly empty with moisture-slick walls, floors smooth under her bare feet, like poured concrete. Her thin robe didn’t do anything to protect her against the chilly air. It might look benign, but the place gave her a serious case of the creeps.

  Fixtures with bare bulbs were bolted to the walls, exposed wire stringing from one to the other. The cave smelled musty from disuse and abandonment. Someone flipped a switch and some of the lights went off, dimming the cavern. That was more like it, but still nothing like what she’d expected. After all when you agreed to merge souls with a demon you expected shadows and fire and glowing red eyes.

  She shivered, but it wasn’t from the temperature. Despite its ordinary appearance she swore she could feel the hundreds of feet of earth over her head pressing into her. The place felt menacing. Evil. And she didn’t have to guess why.

  Her gaze fell on the big old-fashioned well in the center of the cavern. It was the source of unborn demon souls the Order used to merge with. She could just see over the rim into a black chasm. So black she swore she could feel the very devil coming from it. A shiver of panic rushed up her spine at the prospect of what lay ahead, but she pushed it into the deep recesses of her mind and reminded herself why she was here. The now familiar rage returned. She welcomed it, let it fill the empty places in her heart and soul.

  The choice had been easy really. Demons killed her husband. If she hadn’t seen them with her own eyes she never would have believed they existed. He’d fought them long enough for her to escape, and his death left her with a bone-deep fury. She would do anything for vengeance. These people had been tracking the demons. Instead they had found and protected her. Sheltered her. Shown her the path to retribution. Survival was just an added bonus. But more than that, she owed them her life and her sanity. It was a debt she would repay.

  Others began to enter and take their places until finally, nine people circled her and started chanting in Latin. She hadn’t asked too many questions about the source of the ceremony. Sometime during the Crusades a desert mystic had passed on the knowledge to knights. They’d been using it to fight demons ever since. The words had been translated for her, but in this moment she couldn’t remember what they were. Something about sacrifice and endangering her soul and a vow to protect humanity. And then there was the second part. Calling the demon soul from that well. Drawing it with the scent of her blood to create the merge. The chorus of voices started low and built to a crescendo, ending in an abrupt spooky silence. Benjamin, their leader, lifted a black-handled dagger from the box at his feet and offered it to her on the palms of his hands.

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��Do you willingly join your soul with the demon to fight the greater evil?” he asked.

  In a surreal mockery of a marriage ceremony she made her response firm. “I do.”

  Lifting the blade from his hands, she quickly slashed it along her left palm before fear could change her mind. The cut stung, but that small discomfort was nothing compared to the fire that seared through her veins as the demon made its presence known. The sensation was excruciating and she fell to her knees with a cry, biting her tongue hard enough to bleed to stop the sound from escaping her throat. If the screams started, she feared they’d never stop.

  Agony.

  Torture.

  She’d been told to expect it.

  The telling was nothing like the reality.

  Her insides felt like they were boiling, her skin like it was melting off. She pried open her eyes, desperately afraid of what she might see but even more scared not to know. Everything was washed in a film of red. Her hands, the floor, the hems of the robes around her. After what could have been seconds or hours, the pain ebbed and she looked up to see the faces surrounding her, embarrassed to have shown such weakness in front of her new family. There was no censure on anyone’s face, however. She swallowed bile and blood, wiped the back of her hand across her mouth.

  On trembling legs, she stood and watched as they removed the daggers from their own belts and approached her one by one. Benjamin drew the knife along his right hand until blood welled up and she did the same. He took her hand in a firm grasp. The line progressed until the process was repeated with each member present. Each bonded to the other by blood and purpose.

  Once finished, the acrid tang of blood filled the air. Her new demon half sniffed at it, wanted to gorge on it. Acting on pure instinct, she forced it into an impregnable cage in her mind, a battle won after a bitter struggle and she imagined slamming iron doors shut on its scream of rage. This was definitely going to take some getting used to. When she was breathing normally again she lifted her head to see her new family stretched in a semicircle before her.

  Benjamin stepped forward.

  “Welcome to the Order of Templar,” he said.

  The initiation was over. It was time to get to work.

  Chapter One

  Present Day

  Twilight.

  Her favorite part of the day. That last peaceful bit of daylight before the bogeymen came out. Funny how the edge of the day had been awakening the memory of her merging ceremony so often of late. Or maybe it wasn’t.

  She hadn’t balked when the Order had made the offer to become one of them. Yes it meant a part of her would become evil, but someone had to stand against the darkness. If it was the only way, she’d take it. Someone had to.

  The merge made her stronger. Faster. Gave her supernatural powers. Long life. Theoretically she was immortal, but unless she had a bonded mate she would eventually give in to the evil invading her soul and her own people would be forced to hunt her down. Kill her. It had all been explained with great care before she’d joined. She’d had decades before she needed to worry about that though and in the beginning when David’s loss was a fresh, raw wound that was fine. The thought of another man touching her had made her skin crawl.

  But now, sixty years later, Winter Bennett was running out of options and was having a hell of a time concealing that fact. It wouldn’t be much longer before her demon half took over and her own people would be forced to exterminate her.

  No. It was a denial born of steel-tested determination. She would never allow that to happen. When it was too late, she’d end it herself. Once the idea would have saddened her. But she was so tired, and a quickly repressed voice admitted, lonely that the end didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

  “Captain.”

  She ignored the call of her old friend Gia Drake, one of her lieutenants and best friends, and concentrated on the encroaching night, on stilling the beast that lived inside her, that lately threatened to consume her. The demon refused to be denied and she refused to surrender to it. For the moment at least, they were at an impasse.

  “Winter.” A soft voice, a softer hand coming to rest on her shoulder as the other woman came to join her at the glass doors.

  Her lips twisted in the slightest smile as she turned to face Gia. She and Dupree Jackson were her oldest and most trusted friends. They’d been created in the same year and should all be feeling the same stress. But Winter saw no strain, no tension on her old friend’s face and knew there was only one possible explanation why.

  “Who is he?”

  The only way to save the hybrid soul was to bond it with someone else. Someone purer. Someone not reborn of evil the way those in the Order were. There were always exceptions of course. Very occasionally two hybrids managed to bond together. It was as if the two human halves of their souls created something stronger, almost superhuman. Gia was the child of such a pairing. She’d grown up in the Order, understood the risks inherent in merging with a demon better than most and had taken it anyway. Now she frowned and shook her head. Denial was bright in her eyes.

  “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  Winter laughed. She had to be kidding. The change in her was plain to see. “Oh come on.”

  “You know I haven’t bonded with anyone. I’d have to ask for your permission to do it.”

  Not every couple was allowed to make the blood oath. Mistakes had been made in the past. Usually when the human half of the equation wasn’t mentally strong enough.

  “You’d get it.” No questions asked. No hesitation. Winter had seen too many good people fall to deny her best friend the opportunity to be spared a brutal end. Not to mention sparing herself the burden of delivering it.

  “It’s just an affair. A diversion to take the edge off.” Coffee cups rattled on the desk. Winter waited while Gia got her telekinetic power back under control. She hid her curiosity about the emotional reaction to a simple question and response. Pushing wouldn’t get her answers, however. Gia would tell her when she was ready.

  “Sure it is.” Winter let a teasing note enter her voice, and kept her expression light as she examined her friend. Hid the worry for all of them—herself, Gia and Dupree—that was so often there in the past few years, as they’d aged without bonding. Interesting. She wasn’t imagining it. Gia really was at ease, her struggle with the demon less evident than it had been mere weeks ago. But there was no bond. Which meant…what exactly?

  “Are you hunting tonight?” Gia asked and Winter let her change the subject. It was a mystery she’d solve in due time.

  “Later,” she answered. “I think I’ll go see if Mitchell is up for a sparring match first.”

  Gia opened her mouth to express her opinion on that, but Winter had heard it over and over again. She wasn’t interested in a repeat. No one approved of her close association with the alpha lupine, which was pretty hypocritical since several of their order had mated with lupines. It was okay for the regular rank and file but not a captain? That just didn’t seem right. Shaking her head, she slipped out the sliding glass door before her lieutenant could get started. Rank had some privileges.

  She closed the door behind her with a final-sounding click and paused at the edge of the concrete slab patio. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back and inhaled deeply. Listened as the forest went quiet around her when she intruded upon it. She smelled pine, gardenia, and after a moment the crickets resumed their loud cacophony. When they did, she stepped out onto the short lawn and used her demon speed to enter the wood line.

  Once she would have delayed, would have taken the time to explore and enjoy the night. Those days were over. The joy long gone from them. In her effort to control the demon she’d reduced her life to nothing more than duty and hunting.

  She’d left the house prepared. Her long pale hair, the distinguishing trait that marked her, hung in a thick braid down her back. She smiled, fondly remembering earlier years. After merging, her light brown hair had slowly bleached out t
o nearly white and Benjamin, her first squad leader, had started calling her Winter. She rarely thought of herself by the name she was christened with anymore.

  The good memories were tainted with the weariness of the present, however. Those times were so much simpler. She’d just been a soldier. Her old mentor had just been a lieutenant. Now she ran a quadrant and Ben was regional commander.

  Forcing the memories away, she did a mental inventory and checklist. She was dressed in the solid black most of the Order wore with no insignia or sign of her rank. Her knives were strapped to thigh holsters and the insufferable cell phone was on her belt. There were spare blades tucked down the sides of her knee-high boots. She was as prepared as anyone could be.

  Most of the demon hybrids also carried guns. She was proficient with everything in their arsenal, but she didn’t care for them. Preferred the death she dealt to be a little more up close and personal. Some thought she had a death wish of her own. They were wrong, but she never bothered to correct anyone. Besides how could she explain that she used the horror of what she was capable of as a reminder to be ever vigilant with the demon? She snorted at the partial truth, the self-deception. Because, hell, there was an undeniable adrenalin rush involved and it was addicting.

  She was going to feed that craving.

  Winter was careful to keep her mental shields in place so that none of her thoughts, none of her plans could possibly leak to Gia or Dupree. They’d had a strong connection from the beginning, the three of them, and all the years in between had only made it stronger. She hadn’t been completely forthcoming about her intentions when she’d set out from the compound. The rule was no one hunted alone. An unofficial law she’d broken years ago and continued to break, but would never allow any of her people to get away with. Before she could begin that part of the night however, she needed to check in on the other compounds she was responsible for. She’d moved up the ranks faster than most and now controlled the northeast quadrant of the Camden. She’d grown up here, in middle Georgia, but it didn’t resemble the small town of her youth anymore.