“I prefer to call it...lover. I am your lover, not your kidnapper.” Rathan set her back on her feet, as carefully as he could. “And a lover is supposed to care for his woman.”
“I’m not your woman.”
Yes, she was, but Rathan understood why she wouldn’t realize it. It would become clear to her in time. Hopefully before the spawn made his or her appearance.
****
She wished he’d keep his hands to himself. Every brush against her, every helping hand he gave her made her burn with remembrance of what he’d done to her before they’d begun hiking. It had been fast, and hot, and she’d screamed twice before it was over.
He grabbed her hand when she stumbled again. “Careful, pet.”
She wasn’t used to moving through the darkness. No stars were overhead, and the moon was just a sliver. The sandals on her feet were woefully inadequate for a mountain hike. “I’m fine.”
He stayed close, not giving her breathing room. “Where are we going?”
“The family has a vacation compound seventy-five road miles east. There're two hiking paths that run directly to it, and cut that distance by a third.”
“And once we’re there?”
“I will take you to my rooms where you can have a bath and rest if you wish.”
“What’s your obsession with me resting?”
“You are a delicate Dardaptoan female.” He seemed surprised at her question. “You aren’t as able as I to withstand hard physical demands.”
“A three day hike is nothing new to me though it has been three decades or more since the last one.” Kindara remembered it well—Iavius, his brother Nalik, and Cormac on the trail of a young band of warrior demons. She’d not wanted to be separated from Iavius, so she’d followed the men. It had proven a good thing, as there were more demons than they’d expected. Her family had had a wonderful time battling them, but Kindara’s healing skills had definitely been needed by the time they were done.
“Who let you?” Anger coated his words and Kindara bristled.
“What do you mean ‘who let me’? I am over four hundred years old. I can and always could do what I wanted.”
“To take a Dardaptoan female on such a journey was highly unwise!”
“Yet you’re doing just that, with me and my daughter.”
“Out of necessity!”
“Out of a need for revenge. Like little boys on the school grounds. Yet none of you—demon, human,
Dardaptoan, or Lupoiux have stopped to think of the women involved in your stupid, senseless war!” Kindara realized she was shouting when birds took off from their perches overhead. She stopped walking and took several deep breaths. “Yet it is the women who suffer the most. Look at my daughter. My gods, she teaches at an elementary school! Yet now she’s hostage in some sort of revenge plot. And Josey...gods, poor
Josey.”
“It’s not my revenge. It’s Rand’s.”
“And that makes it better?” Kindara struggled not to shout again. “At least if it were your own, you could justify the cause. So do you serve him?”
“I serve no one!”
“Not even your demon king, or demon queen?” She knew from her brother that there were twelve demon tribes, each with a king or queen.
“I am the king of my people.” He kept walking, tugging on her hand until she followed. “But I am bound to Rand, as well.”
“How?” She hated speaking to his back, yet he gave her little choice.
“He and some of his pack saved my life after a particularly nasty ambush ten years ago. I swore an oath to protect him and aid him for the entirety of our lives.”
“And help him kidnap women?”
“Help him protect, defend, and vindicate his family.” He stopped, and the sudden movement had her stumbling into his broad back. He spun to face her, both hands grabbed her upper arms and tightened bruisingly. “Poor Josey? You said, ‘poor Josey’! Tell me now, what you mean by that.”
Kindara hesitated. He looked deadly in the little moonlight there was, and she didn’t doubt that he was just that. “Half a dozen Lupoiux from a rogue pack attacked her and Emily in the gardens a little over a week ago. Josey couldn’t hear them coming...”
“Does she live?” Panic and fury mingled in his question, and Kindara did not doubt that the revenge he sought was just as much his as the Taniss wolf.
“Yes. She is weak, but healing well. I treated her myself.”
“You?”
“Yes, me. I am the Chief Healer for my people. And Josey is now my sister-in-law.” Kindara felt a rush of worry. How would Cormac be able to track her and Jierra, with a Rajni who needed him at home? But Dhar Rydere, king of their tribe, would also not stop until she and Jierra were found. Someone would come for her and her daughter. It was just a matter of when. “She is doing surprisingly well. She still possesses some human antibodies that helped her fight any infection.”
“And the Lupoiux? What pack? What became of them?”
“Dhar Rydere and his advisers slay them during the attack. We don’t know any more about them.
“Mallory’s Rajni is charged with hunting the pack down.”
He rubbed her arms soothingly. “This is the friend of your daughter who was hurt that you mentioned?”
“Yes. Josey, Mickey, and Jierra are of similar ages and temperament. They hit it off well.” And the attack had hit Jierra hard because she’d been trapped on her room’s balcony, and been forced to watch the whole attack and unable to help her new friend. “Jierra witnessed the attack and she still screams in the night. She must be terrified right now.”
“She didn’t seem terrified. And Rand is a good man, pet. I promise you this. He will not hurt her.”
“I just want her back, safe.” Kindara tried to shrug his hands away. “I just want this to end, all of it. Why should we be at war? What have we done to cause this? Any of us?”
“I don’t know, pet.” He pulled her against his chest and she fought the urge to burrow as close as she could. Take what little comfort she could get from this strange creature.
****
Poor little thing. Rathan pulled her tight against him, wanting only to soothe. He cursed his wayward body when it stirred to life. She didn’t need that.
Her being a Healer explained so much. Dardaptoan healers were some of the most compassionate beings of any kind. They wanted only to heal, or protect their charges, rarely did any possess malice. But they would fight to defend.
They were prized by all the Dardaptoans because they were so rare. They were coveted by the other Kinds because they could heal any race of being. Many were kidnapped during battles and kept as prisoners for the remainder of their considerably long lives. The Healing talent was rare and innate, and only those born with it could become Healers. And his little pet was the top Healer?
She would be tracked with greater fervency than he had anticipated.
“Why were you on the road?” As a Healer, she should have been guarded, should have had an armored limo to drive her to her destination. That her menfolk had been so deficient in ensuring her safety filled him with rage. Anyone or anything could have taken her. He had.
He made a silent vow to himself. Never again would she be so vulnerable. Nor was her safety the responsibility of anyone other than him from that moment forward.
“After Josey’s...attack, I began studying the differences between her blood, her cousins—and there is a strange difference, mine, and human. Studying the antibodies of her and her cousins to see if we could manufacture an actual medication for our people. There is a witch in Denver who has successfully treated her people and some of ours with a drug of some sort. I was going to talk with her.”
“Why no guards?”
“My partner Barlaam was to accompany us, but I made him stay. It’s my project, and I am the best to go.
And one of us needed to stay with Josey, just in case.”
“Yet your king nor brother sent guards? Do
they care so little for your safety?”
“No! And I am responsible for my own safety. I am not helpless, nor am I a fledgling.” “No, but your daughter is. How many years is she?”
“Twenty-five.”
He started walking again, keeping her hand captive in his as he thought over her words. “Yet your mate has been gone...”
“Twenty-eight years. Jierra was given to me as an infant a few years after Iavius was taken.”
“What of her other parents?”
“Murdered. By Taniss.” She stopped walking and he did the same. Her voice hardened. “He would have killed Jierra, too. She was born in his compound. Branded as a three-week old babe. Specimen number 328. A mere babe, permanently scarred.”
The horror and cruelty of it had him cursing, had anger filling him on the poor child’s behalf. But he needed to see for himself that her words were true. “Where is this brand?” “On her left buttock.”
“You are to stay right here, do you understand? I must check, must confirm.” He led her to a small log. He guided her down to rest upon it. “I will be gone no more than five minutes. If you move from this spot, I will punish you, and will not let you be with your daughter for a full month, do you understand?”
She nodded though her anger was clear for him to sense. “I understand. You’re going to flash to her, aren’t you?”
“Yes. And no, I will not take you with me.” Not with her carrying the spawn. He would not risk the dangers. “It is doubly dangerous for you now.”
As he felt the world shift around him, he heard her question of why.
****
He materialized in the midst of a Lupoiux den and immediately heard the growl of an alpha animal. He bowed to his friend. “Hello, brother.”
Rand’s hackles subsided. “Rathan? Why are you here?”
“A quick question, then I must return to Kindara.”
“My mother?” The girl’s eyes widened and Rathan could see the tremors shaking her. She stood from the corner in which she huddled. “She’s ok?”
Rathan stepped closer to her. This was his woman’s child though no blood tie existed between them. She would be a part of his life from now on. He was filled with a rush of tenderness equal to that he’d often felt for Josey or Mickey. This little strawberry blonde with big yellow eyes and a delicate way reminded him of those two waifs. He tenderly pushed the sweaty hair from her brow. Rand growled and stepped between them. “No touch.”
“Relax, brother. I mean nothing by it. I am quite satisfied with mine own.” Rathan turned to the girl again. “And your mother is quite fine. She is resting while I check on you. But I cannot stay long. I promised her I would be quick.”
“Then ask your question and leave.”
Rathan studied his friend, sensing easily that the beast inside the man was more in control than he’d ever seen before. What had triggered it? Rand had herded the girl to the side of the den, keeping his body between hers and Rathan’s. “The girl possesses a tattoo. It’s similar to her mother’s, I suspect. I need to confirm what her mother told me.”
The girl gasped and her eyes widened. Her hand flew to rest over her left rear cheek. “Why?”
“Do you have the tattoo?”
“Yes...”
“When did you receive it?”
“When-when I was three weeks old, I think.”
“Why do you need to see it?” Rand asked.
“I think we both need to. It may make things a bit more clear to all of us.” The girl shook her head, her cheeks flushing.
“Jierra, show us the tattoo.” Rand’s words held a clear order and the girl paled and stepped back.
She was clearly frightened of the wolf, almost terrified, and Rathan now understood why. This child had been forced to watch the attack on Josey—no wonder she was frightened of the Lupoiux. Who wouldn’t be?
“Now.” Rand stepped toward her. Her hands flew up protectively and she paled. She shook her head, silently begging them to leave her be.
Rand took matters out of her hands. “Rathan? Where is this tattoo?”
“Left ass cheek.”
Rand turned her around and jerked her muddied white pants down, revealing white cotton panties, ignoring her struggles and pleas. The callous treatment of the girl had Rathan’s ire forming. He’d promised her mother she’d be well-treated. He’d yet to see evidence of that. “Leave her some dignity, wolf. She’s not a full half-year older than Mickey!”
“Then Mickey was, you mean!” Rand’s lips peeled back in a snarl. He ruthlessly ripped the cotton panties down enough to expose the girl’s flesh.
“No, than Mickey is!” Rathan stepped closer, wanting to jerk the girl free. Instead, he focused on the blue ink revealed. It was exactly as the girl’s mother had said.
“What does it mean?” Rand asked, his hand touching the writing—the brand that marred smooth feminine flesh.
“Taniss Industries, specimen number 328. Your grandfather’s doing. He branded her as an infant like an animal. Her mother bears the number 211 and is violently terrified of any Taniss male. She bears numerable scars from his torture of her.” Rathan grabbed a blanket from a nearby bedroll and wrapped the shivering girl in it. Rand never released her. “And your sisters, Emily, and Josey all live.”
“Mickey and Mal are your sisters?” The girl asked, pulling the blanket around her chin. “You’re a Taniss and a Lupoiux?”
Neither man missed the terror coating her words. Rathan wanted to comfort her, but he needed to return to her mother. He nodded to the wolf. “I must go now. We need to meet as soon as possible. The mother is a Healer—the Chief Healer. They will be looking for her much quicker than we suspected.”
“When?”
“We are maybe four hours’ walk away. We’ll be here by sunrise. Now I must go.”
Chapter Six
Kindara gave great thought to taking the opportunity to run but decided against it. She didn’t know where Jierra was, and the demon did. It was as simple as that. She waited impatiently for his return, and when she heard footsteps in the woods behind her she stood. “My daught—”
A shadow knocked her to the ground before she could finish. From the shape and the growls coming from the beast, she knew it to be Lupoiux. She brought her fists up, swinging at the animal’s throat. It was the most vulnerable area of a Lupoiux male other than the groin area.
Her struggles did little damage.
This was a full-grown male, probably an alpha. His teeth snapped closer to her neck and she clawed at his eyes, praying she could stall the animal long enough for the demon to arrive. He’d promised to keep her safe.
****
Rathan materialized to find his woman struggling for her life and he reacted. He plucked the wolf from her and spun it around.
Rathan’s feet left the ground and the smell of sulfur rose as demon-ire sizzled in the night air. “You die, cur. How quickly is up to you.”
The wolf snarled, backed away. While it may have been an easy match for a small, defenseless Dardaptoan female, it stood no chance against a fully enraged demon.
“You will not slink away like a frightened jackal. You attacked my woman, who carries my heir. Mine,
High King of the Demonkin. Do you know the consequences of that? I see you do.”
The wolf tried running away, but Rathan flashed in his path. The beast veered left. Rathan flashed into that path, as well. But he could not take the time to play, not with her lying so still. He grabbed the wolf and twisted the creature’s neck with one jerk, then dropped the now naked body of a man to the ground. With one gesture, he incinerated the corpse, before flashing to his woman’s side.
There was blood on her skull, her eyes closed and her body still. But she still breathed. There were only two ways to kill a Dardaptoan, even the females—blood loss and starvation. But the wolf could have bitten her...he ran hands over every inch of her, but found no bite mark.
He cradled her against his chest a
nd stood, after finding no other injury but the one to the back of her skull. She’d wake eventually, probably with one hell of a headache. But she would wake. In the meantime, he would carry her back to meet with her daughter. Hopefully giving her that small thing would help her forgive him for failing her.
****
Someone was holding her hand. Kindara opened her eyes, expecting to see the demon sitting next to her.
Instead, the most precious person in her world stared down at her. Kindara felt her own widen. “Baby!”
Kindara rose to a sitting position and pulled her daughter into her arms. “I was so worried! Are you hurt? Did that beast do anything to you?”
Jierra shook her head no, then darted a glance toward the left. Kindara realized they were in another cave, this one smaller than the one she’d shared with the demon the night before. Rathan sat next to an auburn-haired man that was no doubt related to Leo Taniss. He looked just like the old bastard. Kindara battled down the fear and nausea that the man evoked. This was not Leo Taniss, no matter how much the wolf favored him physically. “Mother...”
Kindara’s eyes narrowed. Jierra leaned closer to whisper. “I think he’s my...”
“Your what, baby?”
“Rajni.” Tears welled in her daughter’s eyes. “What do I do?”
“Oh, Ji...” Kindara wrapped her arms tighter, rocking her and soothing her as she’d done when Jierra was just a little girl. “Are you sure?”
Of course Jierra was sure. When you found your Rajni, you knew. There were no questions as to the validity of the feelings. A Dardaptoan woman just knew.
But her daughter was so unbelievably young to find hers. It was almost unheard of. Kindara had been around two hundred when she’d met Iavius and her brother was over six hundred and had just met his Rajni. And for her Rajni to be a Taniss and a Lupoiux...Kindara stiffened. Jierra looked at her. “What is it, Mother?”
“Ji, I want you to be completely honest with me, ok?” She waited for her daughter to respond. Jierra nodded. “Did the Lupoiux try to touch you? Did he...Did you sleep with him?”
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