Immortal Craving: Immortal Heart

by Magen McMinimy

  “So what do you want to do with him?” Lothar nodded towards Jake on the other side of the glass.

  “That room is light tight. Let him sit on it for the night and we’ll go back at him a few hours before dawn. Maybe he’ll feel like talking then.”

  Lothar nodded, slapping Cree on the back as he pulled his cell out. “I’ll give Kale a call and see if he’s gotten anywhere with Kat.”

  Cree dipped his chin. “I’m going to head back and check on Rowan. Bain and Izzy aren’t far from here. Call me as soon as you learn anything new.”

  “Sounds good,” Lothar agreed as he dialed Kale.

  ****

  Trevan stalked the halls of Hawk’s Eye Security, looking for Lothar. Lucas had called him in—they had more questions. He’d given too few details and now he had to tread lightly. The offices were quiet. It was long past closing time.

  Lucas stood, arms crossed, waiting for him outside one of the conference rooms.

  “You know, you can’t stay pissed off forever, Lucas,” Trevan quipped as he stopped in front of the former Marine.

  Lucas cracked a smile. “I’m irritated, not pissed… You should have come to me. I may not be Fae but I could have helped you.”

  Trevan clapped Lucas’s shoulder. “I know, but you didn’t need the headache, so why am I here?”

  “The guys detained a Succubus and Trow earlier. We haven’t gotten anything from them, but we hoped you could tell us if you recognize either of them. Come with me.” Lucas moved into an observation room where Lothar was finishing up a phone call. Trevan’s eyes drifted to the one-way mirror, a heavy sigh pushing past his lips as he caught sight of their detainee.

  “That wasn’t encouraging,” Lothar said as he slid his phone back in his pocket and grabbed a file from a corner table. He produced a picture of a very pretty blonde.

  “His name is Jake and this is Katarina, the Succubus we found him with.”

  Trevan looked at the picture and nodded.

  “You know them,” Lothar stated.

  “Yes, he’s one of Darion’s former guards.”

  “And is she the Succubus that’s been helping you?”

  Trevan nodded. “Yes, she told me about Darion and has been working to help me find the Succubus responsible for the dead humans.”

  Lothar nodded. “And how’s that going?”

  “She was in the process of locating the remaining three she had lost contact with.”

  “You do realize that we need to locate all of them, don’t you? They cannot stay here without registering with us. These are our laws—some of the very few that the Light and Dark have agreed upon.”

  “I understand. What of him?” Trevan nodded towards the one-way mirror.

  “That depends on him. He won’t answer any questions. He just continues to ask for Katarina.”

  Trevan nodded. “Let me talk to him.”

  Lothar opened himself up to Trevan. He was genuine. There were no inklings of deceit—he was resigned to help now. “Go ahead,” Lothar finally said.

  Jake’s eyes widened as he watched Trevan move to the table and take a seat across from him.

  “Hey, Jake.”

  “You set her up!” Jake accused, his hands slamming down on the table and his stare hard as stone.

  Trevan shook his head. “No, I didn’t. Jake, just listen to me. I had no idea they had found you two, or that they had detained you, until just a few minutes ago. I tried to keep her and the other Succubi safe, but I couldn’t keep a lid on the dead humans. We need to find the Succubus responsible.”

  “Let me see her!” Jake yelled, his obvious frustration and fear for Katarina finally breaking him.

  “I’ll see what I can do, but first you need to help them.”

  “I don’t know anything.”

  “Did she get in touch with the other Succubi who fled to this world with her?”

  Jake’s face revealed defeat as he answered, “I don’t know for sure. I know that she cleared Gwen, Zoe, and Amber—that’s it.”

  “That’s good.” Trevan smiled. “Sit tight and let me see what I can do.”

  Lothar was on the phone again when Trevan returned.

  Chapter Nineteen

  “Alright, I’m on it,” Kale said as he entered the house.

  Kat was still holed up in her room. Kale had to remind himself that this wasn’t just about him finding closure—they had a whole race to protect. If what they suspected was in fact the truth, then this particular Succubus was suffering and she would be for another week. They had to find her.

  “Kat,” Kale said her name as he knocked on her door.

  “What do you want?” she called.

  “I need you to come out of there. We need to talk about the Succubus who is killing all these men.”

  Kale took a deep breath as he waited in the kitchen, his elbow in one hand while his other hand palmed his forehead. He didn’t know if he could wrangle his emotions long enough to get answers from her.

  “Take a seat,” he said as he lifted his head at her entrance.

  “Are you going to interrogate me now?” she bristled.

  “Only if I have to. I just got off the phone with Lothar; it seems you’ve been working with one of our people to track down the Succubi you fled here with.”

  Kat’s eyes widened briefly. So this wasn’t about them? This was about work.

  “Who told you that?”

  Kale arched a brow. “Who do you think?”

  “I never should have trusted that Siren.”

  “Trevan didn’t betray you. He’s just doing his job. We have to find her—she’s killing innocent people.”

  “You don’t understand,” she said, blowing off his concern for the humans.

  “Oh, I think I do. I know more than you give me credit for.”

  Kat narrowed her eyes, crossed her arms over her breasts, and leaned back in her seat. “Then enlighten me, Kale. What do you really know of what she’s going through?”

  “Mata.”

  The one word had her sitting forward, arching her brows at him. Trevan had told him more than he had any right to. Mata was a sacred rite of passage for her species—one that few outside of Succubi and Incubi families knew of.

  “What else did he tell you?” Kat felt the need to be careful of the information she shared at this point.

  How much had Trevan divulged?

  Kale narrowed his eyes.

  Was she testing his knowledge?

  He didn’t have time to play games with her so he laid it all out on the table—everything he knew about the true mating. He told their suspicions that the murdered men were collateral damage from a Succubi Mata and that Kat knew the Succubus in question.

  Finally he said, “I know what Darion is, and about the Succubi he’s kept captive… I just didn’t know you were one of them, Kat,” he added softly.

  Kat nodded. She didn’t know what to say. She now knew the lies that had been woven around the both of them had stolen years from them. While her scars were not of the physical variety, she knew Kale could see them.

  Kat raked her eyes over Kale. He’d found a different way to pass the time… a tightness took up residence low in her belly as she thought of inspecting each and every piece of art that now decorated his chiseled body. She already bore witness to what his talented tongue could do with its new piercing.

  Kat sighed. She was a fool. They couldn’t trust each other then—now was really no different. And then there was all this new guilt to come to terms with… Why had she so willingly believed Darion?

  Resigned to deal with the most pressing matter at hand, she asked, “What do you want to know?”

  Kale moved to the table and sat across from her. “I want to know everything that happened to you, but right now I need to know about the Succubi that escaped with you.”

  “I’ll tell you what happened and what I know, but I want to see the Siren and I want to see Jake.”

  Kale was silent for so
long she thought he would deny her, but he slowly dipped his chin and pulled out his phone. Once he’d finished speaking with Lothar, he ended the call. “You heard him; he’s going to bring them to you.”

  “When?” she asked. “Can they get here before sunrise?”

  “It’ll take them a couple hours to get here.”

  Kat looked to the green numbers displayed on the microwave, 1:45 AM. They would be here before the sun rose.

  “Fine.” She settled into her seat and began. “I escaped with five other Succubi after Jake helped me from my cell. I released the others and we fled. We’d heard rumors of a group of Fae who would sell passage to the Human World, so not only did we escape Darion’s castle but we took enough jewels and gold to buy our freedom. Once we were here we separated. We reminded each other too much of what we’d been through. Only two of the others I left with stayed together and I’ve already cleared the two of them and one other.”

  “How?” Kale asked.

  “The Siren you call Trevan took me to the first body and I memorized the scent of her magic, though I won’t know who it is until I’m near her—our magic changes with our Mata.”

  “Trevan said he knew it wasn’t his sister because he would recognize her magic. If your magic changes, could it still be her and he just didn’t recognize it?”

  Kat shook her head. “No, his sister was already in Mata when she went to Darion.”

  Kale nodded for her to continue.

  “There are only two Succubi left that it could be, unless more have come here that I don’t know about.”

  “Ok, once you see your Trow, you and I are going to find the two Succubi in question.”

  “I want Jake with us,” she told him sternly.

  Kale resisted the urge to growl at her. Why did she need her bodyguard Trow? He could and would protect her this time.

  “Listen to me, Kale. You may not like hearing this but Jake is the one person in the world I trust implicitly. He comes with us or you might as well lock me up now, because without him I won’t lift a finger to help you.”

  Kale felt the lick of flames at his fingertips—his control over the fire that burned just beneath the surface of his skin threatened to lash out.

  He understood that some things would take time. But he’d tasted her again and he felt that low hum in his body that told him he wanted to taste her again and so much more.

  There had been something so profound in the kisses they shared earlier. He hadn’t given himself much time to truly analyze what had passed between them. She knew now that he had never done a thing to hurt her and she damn well was going to have to find that trust in him again. He was feeling a little proprietary towards her—she was back and he wasn’t sure he could let her slip through his fingers again.

  “You don’t need him to protect you. I. Will.” He punctuated his words.

  “It’s not enough,” she said, her voice raising an octave.

  Kale growled this time. “Do you want to test that theory? I know with no doubt in my mind that I am all you’ll ever need.”

  Kat felt her eyelids drop just a fraction, hooding her eyes with lust. She forced her legs to hold her weight as she stood. “No,” she murmured softly. “It’s too late.”

  Kale was on her in a matter of seconds. “For what, Kat?”

  “For all of it,” she said, looking up at him. “We live in a cruel world, Kale. It was never going to work. Jake and I will help you, but there will be stipulations.”

  Kale took a step back. “Like what?”

  “Once we help you find out who she is, you promise not to send her back to Darion. And you let me and Jake go. We haven’t hurt anyone; we just want to be left alone.”

  The statement wasn’t entirely true. She had vengeance in her heart, even more now than a few hours ago. Life really was cruel… she could be too. She would help the Siren free his sister. Once she was safe, Darion would pay for what he’d done to all of them. Then she and Jake would disappear and she would try to forget and finally start over.

  Kale stared down at her. If Kat didn’t know better, she would have sworn she saw the briefest flash of pain in those espresso depths.

  “Can you honestly tell me that no part of you wants to try and make us work? That no part of you wants to make up for what was stolen from us?”

  He was so sincere as he asked and while every part of Kat wanted to simply fall into his arms and shout to the heavens, Yes, I want it all back, all I want is you. She couldn’t help but think of what lead them to this point… they didn’t trust or believe in one another. She couldn’t have a true mate that she couldn’t or hadn’t trusted enough to believe in. They both deserved better than that.

  “I’m sorry. Can you promise me what I’m asking for?”

  With a voice that sounded husky and dangerous, he leaned close to her. “Why would me promising you anything matter? You don’t trust or believe me anyway.”

  Kale pulled back and left the kitchen through the back door. Leaving her alone in a house she had no escape from.

  Chapter Twenty

  Kat watched Kale through her bedroom window. He looked relaxed leaning against a tall pine, but she knew he was coiled. She wished she knew what he was thinking as he stared out at what… she had no idea.

  He was unbelievably still.

  He looked like a god chiseled out of pale marble; the moon giving his skin an unearthly and completely beautiful glow.

  Kat ran her hand through her long blonde waves. She felt moisture catch on her lashes. She was crying again. Her heart was such a fucked up mess. She loved that Immortal… her Immortal. She just couldn’t seem to get her brain and heart on the same page. He was her true mate and her heart wanted him, needed him, like a flower needs the sun to bloom, like the desert needs the rain. Her heart needed him in order to keep beating. Though her brain reminded her that regardless of what her heart desired—it just wouldn’t work.

  Kat sighed, pushing off the windowsill and flipping off her light. She had a few hours before Jake should arrive. She hoped to get some sleep while she waited for him.

  Kale felt eyes on him. He glanced back at the house just in time to watch the lights go out in Kat’s room. It had been an emotional few hours. It hadn’t even been twelve hours since he found her in that bar, and yet it was the most drained he’d felt in a long time.

  He’d held her again. After fifteen years of believing she was dead and beyond his reach, likely residing with the Immortal Four, he’d found her in a bar. The most beautiful, breathtaking woman he’d ever known was within his reach again and yet she was emotionally cut off from him. He wasn’t sure there was a way to bring her back. She was physically there but what he truly desired from her was lost somewhere he couldn’t get to.

  Flashes of their time together plagued him and his body hardened as he remembered tasting her only a few hours ago in the living room. It had been so different—more intense than it had ever been between them.

  Kale shook off the memories and reminded himself that he had a job to do and while Kat’s words hurt, he would deal with his pain as he always did. Lock it up for a later date.

  ****

  “Are we recklessly disregarding the rules now, sister?” Alistair asked as he approached Acacia.

  It wasn’t often any of her brothers journeyed over to her and her sisters’ domain. And though she could hear the chiding in his voice, she still warmed at the thought of getting to see her brother.

  Acacia lowered her face from the sun that held no heat in her world and smiled.

  Alistair was tall, just as Makyle, Josiah, and Zarek were, though that was where most the similarities ended with her brothers. While she and her sisters all had varying hues of green eyes and black hair, her brothers were across the spectrum.

  Alistair had that too stern look on his sculpted face. Unlike her and her sisters with their fine features, Alistair had high, sharp cheekbones, a straight nose, and full lips that were currently pursed. His citrin
e eyes were slightly narrowed and framed by faintly furrowed chestnut brows. Acacia knew that look too well.

  With a bright smile to hopefully lighten his mood, she held her hand out to him. Alistair clasped it and helped her from her sitting position in the picturesque green grass. As soon as he let her hand go, she threw her arms around her brother.

  “Please tell me you didn’t come all this way just to scold me, Alistair. It would be a shame as I have missed you and have technically done no wrong.”

  Alistair refrained from shaking his head at her. He had a soft spot where Acacia was involved and while he was angered with her, he couldn’t help but return the hug.

  “Not technically, but what were you thinking?”

  Acacia stepped back and held his gaze. “He was meant to know—it was in the fates,” she said simply.

  “If it was meant for him to know, he would have found out.”

  “Perhaps it was meant for me to be the one to set him on the path to find her.”

  “You changed the course of others involved,” Alistair told her firmly.

  Acacia tilted her head. “What have you seen?”

  “I’ve seen others’ time cut short—there are new names on our list. Have you thought to check yours?”

  Acacia dipped her chin. Had she truly interfered in the fate of others by leading Kale back to Katarina?

  “I have not, Alistair,” she admitted.

  “I suggest you find Jelena and see what course all involved are now on.”

  “And what would you have me do if in fact our list has changed?” she asked, truly wondering how far she could go to help change what course she may have set in motion.

  Alistair’s lips twisted into a grimace. “I don’t have an answer for you, but this is why we are not meant to interfere.”

  “I did as I am bound. I answered what he asked of me.”