Untuchable iad-8

by Kresley Cole

  She’d remained a virgin only because he’d intended to offer her to the Emperor, due to visit that season. Before he’d arrived, Myst had seduced her way past the senator’s legions of guards, then killed him.

  “I want to help her,” Danii finally said. “But I won’t work with you.”

  “Why not? You can’t go about alone on these streets. The Icere could return.”

  “I’ve got a couple of days before they can get this far south. Besides, who’s more dangerous to me? Them? Or the vampire who was about to attack me just hours ago?”

  “Damn it, I told you why—”

  “Have you ever bitten anyone before?”

  “You know I haven’t. My eyes are clear.”

  She shrugged. Actually, the Forbearers had it wrong. Vampires only turned red-eyed when they killed as they drank.

  “We’ve pledged to our order that we would never take blood from the flesh.”

  “What would happen if you did?”

  His brows drew together. “We… well, after tonight, it’s complicated. But I vow to you I won’t bite you. Just help me.”

  Danii hesitated. She was a skilled fighter, as were most Valkyrie, but because she risked overheating, she could seldom go into a protracted conflict here in southern Louisiana. And her special talents—conjuring blizzards as battle offense and frostbiting enemy armies—had been relegated to the past.

  Since the coven had moved here seven decades ago, she’d felt… underutilized. Finally she would have a chance to assist her sisters in a meaningful way.

  And she could do damage control. If he hadn’t told anyone about what she’d divulged last night, then she could extract a vow from him never to do so!

  Yet she feared there was nothing so noble ultimately steering her decision.

  Sad, sad Daniela… so lonely and lame that she still yearned to be around the vampire.

  No! Remember Farmer Ted, Danii!

  In the end, it wasn’t what Murdoch said that convinced her, but what he did. When three trashed frat boys leered at her as they passed, Murdoch’s fists clenched.

  He did feel something for her. Perhaps he did truly like her, but was afraid to settle down after so many centuries alone. Maybe he had bachelor’s panic.

  Maybe it’s him, not me. “I’ll help you, on three conditions.”

  “Let’s hear them.”

  “You protect me if we encounter any more Icere—”

  “Of course. I will protect you from any threat.”

  “Hold on there, I don’t need your help with anyone but them. Second condition: you’ll answer any questions I ask you. And third, you’ll vow never to tell another about anything you learn tonight—or learned this morning. Or anything about me.”

  Seeing he was about to balk, she said, “I’m risking a lot by being seen with you. I could search on my own. And I would, if I thought you wouldn’t follow me.”

  “Daniela, that’s not—”

  She turned to walk on.

  He grated, “Agreed.”

  She faced him once more. “And if you even peek at my neck, I will go cryo on you.”

  CHAPTER 16

  Yet another female cajoled to do my bidding, Murdoch thought as they started out. He hadn’t lost his skills.

  “Where do we go first?” he asked, trying to tone down the smugness in his voice. I control situations with women. Just as it had always been. Which sometimes made for boring fare since he was never surprised, but that was unavoidable.

  “We’re off to a bar, a few blocks east on Bourbon. I know a demon. If we don’t have any luck, then we can stop by a store that caters to Loreans.”

  “Very well.” Now that he’d received the promise of her help, Daniela had become a means to an end. He would be staunchly focused on what he needed to do.

  But, God, her hair smelled so damned good, giving him a shot of her scent each time her braids played about her bare shoulders…

  As they meandered through the crowd, humans kept looking at her, some more intently than others. He felt his fangs sharpening.

  Did that fuck just ogle her br—

  “You’re going to have to cut that out, vampire.”

  His head whipped forward. “Cut what out?”

  “Baring your fangs anytime a mortal checks me out.” Now she sounded smug.

  “I was not baring my fangs.” He might have been baring his fangs. “Daniela, you’ll find that I’m far from a jealous person.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Maybe I’m just concerned that you’ll get burned. Since you’re displaying so much skin.” That I can’t touch. He had to stifle the impulse to drape his jacket over her to protect her from injury—and lecherous gazes. “You’re not nervous about making contact?” He thought he was more anxious about it than she was.

  “I’ve threaded through the ninety-eight-point-six degree gauntlet many a time. Have you forgotten how fast I am?”

  He hadn’t. Still, for the next several minutes, if he spotted any passersby more intoxicated than others, he ran interference for her. When he almost grabbed her elbow once to steer her out of the way, she warned, “Ah-ah.”

  He ground his teeth in frustration, then said, “I’ll return directly.” He traced back to Mount Oblak, snagged a pair of thick gloves, then traced back so fast that she’d hardly had time to react to his disappearance.

  When he held up his gloves, she said, “That’s just weird.”

  “It’s convenient.” He drew them on.

  “You would still have to be extremely careful with me, and I’d need to know how thick those were—”

  He placed his palm flat on the small of her back, his hand nearly spanning it. “They’re as thick as the ones from last night. I didn’t burn you then.”

  She stiffened, but after a few moments, she allowed it, continuing along the street.

  Even with such an innocuous touch, he found himself hardening for her, his second erection in centuries. Though his glove and her dress separated their skin, he could still feel her moving beneath his hand, her shapely hips swishing.

  For many minutes as they walked, she was silent, seeming deep in thought. Had he made a mistake by tracing, reminding her what he was?

  She’d wanted to be able to question him, but hadn’t. So he said, “I went back to the alley where we fought last night. What happened to the bodies?”

  She frowned. “They were probably eaten. By low creatures.”

  “By dogs? By rats?”

  She gave him a cryptic smile. “Nothing so generic.”

  “And you won’t specify what kinds of creatures? Come on, this is ridiculous,” he said. “Do you think Myst won’t tell Nikolai everything? So many beings in the Lore can’t all keep such secrets.”

  “Humans think we’re myths. Enough said.”

  A dead end. He let that drop. Yes, he’d succeeded in getting her to help him tonight, but he’d begun to suspect that this situation might not be precisely under his control.

  Finally, she glanced up at him. “You said you were ordered to protect Myst. By whom?”

  “By King Kristoff himself.” But I’d do it anyway. Murdoch recalled the expression on Nikolai’s face when he’d been grilled by Kristoff about Myst. Loyal, steadfast Nikolai had disobeyed his king, and looked as if he’d do it again for that woman. If she were killed, Nikolai would be as doomed as their father had been.

  “Forced to protect her. That must grate.”

  “Grate? I was angry with her…” At Daniela’s raised brows, he admitted, “I was furious for what she did to Nikolai. It’s hard to see someone you care about and respect in misery, and Nikolai suffered as you can’t understand. If anyone deserves happiness, it’s him.”

  “Why?”

  “He carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, guilt as you wouldn’t believe.”

  “For what?” she asked, but he hesitated to answer. “Already breaking the terms of our deal?”

  Murdoch scowled. “Nikolai b
elieves he failed his country.”

  “There’s got to be more than that.”

  “There… is.” He exhaled. “Does the Lore know what happened to other members of my family?” When she shook her head, he said, “Nikolai tried to save their lives with his ‘tainted’ blood. He feels guilt for both succeeding and failing at that.”

  “How did he succeed and fail?”

  “Daniela, this is a difficult subject.”

  “You have no idea what a good listener I am.”

  He looked down at her eyes. So vividly blue. As they’d been in his dream. He found himself recounting how he and Nikolai had returned home to watch over their family but had found them all dying, and in unimaginable pain. He told her how they’d fed blood to his brothers and sisters, his father.

  Though Murdoch had never revealed to another living soul the details, the words fell from his lips as if she’d drawn them from him. “Most were out of their heads, but my brother Sebastian was awake, aware. He even figured out what we’d become and demanded that they be allowed to die in peace.” At the memory, Murdoch ran his hand over his forehead. “Sebastian was particularly close to the girls, a kind of substitute father, and he hated Nikolai and me for trying to turn them. Even more so when only he and Conrad rose from the dead.”

  “What happened once they woke?” Daniela asked, her tone softer.

  “Sebastian tried to kill Nikolai. And Conrad… when he comprehended what had been done to him, he went mad, bellowing as if in unbearable pain, and ran into the night. We haven’t seen either of them in three centuries.”

  “Do you believe your brothers are still alive?”

  “I have to,” he answered, then waited for her to ask another question. Again, she remained silent, contemplative, so he said, “I was thinking about your enemies. If a king wants to kill you simply because you were born, then your very life is a threat. Which means that you’re an heir. A royal one.”

  She shrugged. “You got me.”

  “What title do you possess?”

  “I thought you knew. You called me an ice queen earlier today.”

  “A… queen.” And if her delirious ramblings were to be believed, then she was also the daughter of gods.

  “Yes, of the Icere,” she said. “From a long line of Winter Queens.”

  “But Sigmund usurped your throne?”

  She stiffened beneath his palm again. “You did get me to talk last night.”

  “Why don’t you rebel and get your kingdom back? Gather the Icere to follow you?”

  “It’s not that simple. Sigmund is very powerful.”

  “There are none here to help you against him?” When she shook her head, he said, “I have a hard time believing that every last one of the Icere is united against you.”

  “New Orleans isn’t exactly a coldbed of Icere.”

  “You’re here.”

  He thought he heard her mutter, “Not for long.”

  “Is Sigmund any relation to you?”

  “Not by blood,” she said. “He was my mother’s prince consort. I wasn’t born until after his men had mortally wounded her.”

  “Do you know how crazy that sounds?”

  “Welcome to the Lore. Little makes sense. Rules are fluid. Just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, you hear about a vampire unaffected by the sun, a mute Siren, or a chaste nymph.”

  “So there’s no one here like you?” he asked.

  “Are you trying to plan a coup for me, or attempting to find out if I have a boyfriend?”

  He grated, “Do you?”

  “Why would you care?”

  “I’m curious. You don’t strike me as the disloyal type, and you were just in my bed. Eagerly.”

  “Hey, now.” She peered around and made a dampening motion with her hands. “Not so loud, vampire. Let’s not expedite the death of Danii’s respect in the Lore.”

  “Earlier, you weren’t too concerned about this, not when you were telling me that you wanted to see me again,” he said, then added for good measure, “And that I have kissable lips.”

  “I said that before I concluded the risk-benefit ratio was one hundred percent risk and none-point-none percent benefit.” She cast him a glare. “And I really wouldn’t keep reminding me of all you learned last night and this morning.”

  “None-point-none?”

  “Exactly. Unless threatening to drain me was your way of asking for more.”

  He wanted to tell her that the threat had been groundless, that he’d never hurt her like that. But the way he’d been feeling at that critical moment…? It’d be a lie.

  “Look at your vexed expression! Don’t worry, Casanova, I didn’t exactly take your behavior as an invitation. You made it very clear how you felt.”

  “I just didn’t want to be blooded.”

  “Most vampires long for it to happen to them,” she pointed out.

  “Why? For the strength?”

  “Sure. But also because immortality is lonely.” Another display of that shocking vulnerability in a warrioress.

  “Daniela, who were you searching for earlier?”

  “You wouldn’t know her.”

  Not a man. Relief? “And you’re not going to tell me more about her.” When she shook her head, he asked, “What happens in a couple of days when the Icere return? Will you and your sisters attack them?”

  “No.”

  “Are you just going to wait until they take another shot at you? I thought the Valkyrie considered themselves the top of the Lore food chain. Have you never launched an assault, or sent assassins back to kill him?”

  “There’s something about their castle that repels my kind.” At his questioning look, she said, “I won’t reveal more. Besides, we can’t find the Icere kingdom.” She obviously hated to say kingdom. “No one can, not even through scrying. You know, considering you washed your hands of me, you’re awfully concerned about the Icere.”

  “Yes, because no matter what happened afterward with us, twenty-four hours ago I was plucking their arrows out of your body.”

  When her hand flittered about her chest at the painful reminder, he gentled his tone. “What would have happened if you hadn’t gotten cooled?”

  She cast him a begrudging expression as if she supposed she owed him the answer to this. “Thermal shock. At some point, the rapid temperature change would basically make me shatter.”

  “Shatter.” His voice sounded astonished even to himself. “How’s that possible?”

  “If glass is heated evenly, it just gets hot. But when it’s heated unevenly, it cracks. Well, I don’t heat evenly.”

  “All Icere are susceptible to this?”

  “No. Like them, I have freezing skin. But because I’m part Valkyrie, my blood is a fraction warmer than theirs.”

  He slowed. “If you’re at risk like that, why would you ever be out here alone?”

  CHAPTER 17

  Because I don’t fit in with my half sisters. Because, in lieu of true companionship, I’d rather be alone, so I can get lost in my fantasy world, dreaming about sex and snow. Maybe even sex in the snow…

  “The arrows are what made me so heated,” she finally said, relieved that they’d almost reached their destination. “Take away the poison, and I would have survived. I can usually handle myself just fine.”

  “Usually? Have you gone into shock before?”

  “No. Last night was the closest I’ve been.”

  “Then how do you know what will happen?”

  “I was warned.” Danii, your face is red! Svana had cried again and again. You’ve been playing with your sisters too long. You know what your godparents said about getting too hot…

  “Warned? By your parents?”

  “Murdoch, I appreciate your candor about your family.” An understatement. His tale had moved her in unexpected ways. “But I won’t share it about mine.” When he opened his mouth to ask more, she said, “Besides, we’re here.” With a negligent wave of her hand, she
indicated their first stop, Jean Lafitte’s.

  Though on Bourbon, the tavern was situated at the opposite end from all the hustle and bustle, so it was more like a normal bar without the artificially inflated Bourbon Street buoyancy.

  One of the Valkyrie’s allies, a storm demon named Deshazior, hung out here whenever he was in town. Fitting, since he was a former pirate. Of course, he’d been hanging out in this building since the infamous Lafitte brothers had run a smithy in it.

  Pausing outside the closest set of double doors, Danii told Murdoch, “You should wait here.”

  “Why?”

  “Because my contact and his crew will want to kill you, and also, I might have to flirt with him.”

  The garrulous Deshazior had a known weakness for Valkyrie— and a lot of Valkyrie had known weaknesses for him.

  Desh had even propositioned Danii, solemnly telling her in his briny accent, “I’d risk freezin’ off my bollocks to claim yer maidenhead.”

  “You think I’ll be jealous?” Murdoch’s tone was disbelieving. “I believe I can handle it.”

  So arrogant, so dismissive. Ego takes another hit. Round four, ding ding.

  With that, he guided her inside. As they entered, cigarette smoke wafted around them. Nick Cave’s “People Ain’t No Good” crooned from the jukebox. Drunk, glum mortals stared into their drinks.

  Murdoch muttered, “This is a human bar. I thought you mentioned a demon.”

  “I know where Loreans loiter, okay?”

  She swiftly spotted Desh. He was hard to miss, since he stood seven feet tall. And since he sported large, forward-pointing horns. “See that big guy with the horns—”

  “He goes out like that?” Murdoch snapped under his breath. “With them uncovered for everyone to see?”

  “Yes, whenever he likes. Humans think Deshazior and his crew are in costume. The demons draw straws to see who gets to wear that.” She pointed out a sulky-looking demon wearing a neon pink T-shirt that read: “Big Easy Movie Casting! We arrive in costume!”

  Humans asked them about prosthetics in cosplay, autographs, and movie release dates—not about their blatant protrusions.

  Desh turned then, spotting her. “Ah, if it ain’t the fair Lady Daniela,” he called. He caught sight of Murdoch behind her and immediately tensed. “With a blightin’ vampire. Ye’ll be tellin’ me why me and my boys won’t be evisceratin’ the leech.”