by Larissa Ione
“It was right afterward that you discovered your sisters, wasn’t it?” Wraith asked, and Runa recognized the attempt to get Shade off the subject of his feelings for her.
“Yeah.” Shade’s voice broke, right along with her heart. “I went back to the cave where I’d left them. They were dead. All but Skulk. If only I hadn’t picked up the starlet, maybe they’d still be alive.”
Hatred rolled off Shade in waves, along with grief so thick she could practically taste it. “Is that why you think you can’t protect females?”
“It wasn’t just them. My mother, too. And then there was Skulk—”
“Stop it,” she said softly. “I blamed myself for my mother’s death for so long, so I know I’m a terrible hypocrite, but none of that was your fault. You did your best. And Shade, you did protect me. You got me out of Roag’s dungeon. You saved me from him just today. And you lifted me out of that that dark place full of guilt over my past. I’ve never felt better. We just have to find a way to cure you of this stupid curse.”
“There is no cure,” Eidolon said. “Not now that he’s fallen … ah … yeah, anyway, there’s no cure. It can be transferred, but only to a loved one.”
Runa felt her hope drain away. Then anger rushed in, and hell no, she wasn’t going to lose him now. There had to be a cure.
“Where’s the phone?”
Shade frowned. “Why?”
“I’m going to call Arik. Maybe the Army can find something you guys missed.”
Wraith snorted. “The United States Army? They couldn’t find their dicks with a whore’s—”
“Wraith,” Eidolon said gently. “We need to take any help we can get.”
Wraith said nothing, but he brought her the phone. She thanked him and turned back to Shade. “Just hold on, okay?”
“I will.” For Runa’s sake he smiled reassuringly, but he had given up hope a long time ago.
God, she wanted to hug him, hold him, make love to him until all of this was forgotten, but she needed to keep her distance. She didn’t want to accelerate the curse. And she definitely didn’t want him to see that she was on the verge of a breakdown.
She dressed quickly in jeans and a tank top and then left the three guys in the bedroom to call Arik from the TV room. She hoped he’d learned something about the Maluncoeur. Pacing the length of the room, she dialed.
Arik answered, but she could barely hear him.
“It’s Runa.”
He replied, but she couldn’t understand him over the static. She moved to the kitchen, where the reception was better, but that made the connection on Arik’s end worse. Finally, she stepped out of the hidden cave door. Better. Not great, but she couldn’t risk moving too far from the entrance.
“How’s this? Can you hear me now?”
“Like a commercial,” Arik said, his breathing harsh and rapid.
“Did I interrupt something?”
“Just my workout.”
The usual. If he wasn’t at the office, he was at the gym. “Look, I have something for you. The Maluncoeur I asked you to investigate? It’s a curse.”
“I know. But that’s about all I know.”
“Apparently, it can be transferred to a loved one, but there’s got to be another way to get rid of it.”
“There’s not a lot of information for me to go on.”
“Do whatever it takes. You’ve got to find out more, and fast. It’s killing Shade. It’s some sort of vengeance curse that causes the victim to fade away if he falls in love.”
“What are you saying?”
The tears that had threatened earlier fell. “I love him.”
“Son of a— He’s a demon, Runa!”
“And I’m a werewolf. No one’s perfect.”
“Not the time for humor, sis.” She heard a thump that sounded suspiciously like a fist hitting a wall. “This is unacceptable. I’m sending a team for you.”
“You are not,” she snapped, and then softened her voice, because getting Arik riled was only going to bring out his hyperprotective, controlling side. “And I don’t want the Army messing with the hospital.”
“That’s not your call. They heal demons there. Our enemies.”
Her blood ran cold. “Sounds like maybe that’s what I’m becoming.”
Arik’s curse burned her ear. “We’ll discuss this later.”
“There’s nothing to discuss. I love Shade.”
“You can’t have it both ways. The military kicks people out for freaking sleepwalking if there’s a danger that they might spill secrets. You think R-XR is going to let you work for them and then go home to a fucking demon?”
“That fucking demon saved your life.”
No doubt Arik didn’t appreciate the reminder. “That doesn’t change the fact that this won’t go over well with command.”
“If they can’t deal with it, that’s their problem.”
“So you’re ready to give up your job, your life, for Shade?”
The past year came at her in a rush, all the interesting research and exciting missions. All the poking and prodding and experimentation. The loneliness. Shade holding her tight. “I’m not giving anything up.”
There was a lot of cursing, followed by a long silence. “Kynan made contact,” Arik said finally, but his tone said their conversation about Shade wasn’t over. “Said you talked to him.”
“Is he going to help you?” Betray the hospital?
“He’s not playing ball right now, but he’ll come around.”
She doubted that, not after seeing the expression on Kynan’s face. She swatted at some huge insect buzzing around her face. “Look, I need to go, but I’ll call later to see if you find out anything.”
“I don’t like this.”
The insect dive-bombed her, and she swatted again, ducked away from it as she spoke. “You’ve made that clear. Just make the Maluncoeur a priority.” When he didn’t answer, she had a sudden suspicion that he wasn’t going to do anything to help. “Remember the bond I mentioned? If Shade dies, I do, too.”
“Oh, Jesus.”
She didn’t even feel guilty for lying. “Yeah. So get the info.”
“I will,” he breathed. “And Runa?”
“What?”
“I love you.”
She smiled weakly, because as crazy as he made her, he’d always had her back. “Love you, too.”
She hung up, and the stupid bug, an orange thing with a wingspan of a bat, landed on her neck. She squealed, leaped around a little, and geez, she was a wuss. The creature whizzed away in a flurry of wings, and she sighed in relief. Having grown up in the city, she wasn’t big on nature, and this was as natural as it came.
The smells, the sounds … she frowned, becoming aware of the silence in the forest. The last time this happened, Shade had come at her from out of nowhere, his eyes glowing red as the s’genesis ravaged him.
“Runa.”
She pivoted around as Shade emerged from the brush, dressed as always in black leather. And he was solid. No transparency at all. It wasn’t Shade.
Her heart threw itself against her ribcage as though leading the charge toward the cave entrance. It was only three yards away, but it might as well have been the distance between goalposts on a football field. She darted toward it. The Not-Shade shot forward, grabbing her around the throat and cutting her off with a strangled cry.
The phone fell from her fingers. She clawed at his hand, kicked at his legs, but he just stood there, his hand squeezing and loathing burning in his eyes.
His features began to swim, half-blotted out by the red spots swimming in her vision. The last thing she saw before darkness swallowed her was Roag’s face.
“Take my hand.”
Shade stared at Wraith as he sank down next to him. “What?”
Wraith forced Shade’s palm into his. “Now say these words: Solumaya. Orentus. Kraktuse.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
Shade jerked his
hand away and, still sitting on the floor, tugged on his pants. “Tell me why.”
“I didn’t have a chance to explain it all in your office, mainly because you were pummeling me—”
“Wraith,” E interrupted, “what’s going on?”
“I was getting to that.” Wraith impatiently shoved his long hair back from his face. “I sought out an old sorceress friend. Enemy, really, but that’s all behind us now.” Eidolon cleared his throat, and Wraith rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. On with it. Okay, so we know the Maluncoeur can be transferred to a loved one, but we didn’t know how. She gave me the way.”
“The words you just said?” Shade asked.
“Yep. So lay it on me.” He held out his hand. “We have to be touching. Glad you put your pants on.”
Shade scooted back, wishing he didn’t feel so shaky, because he’d be on his feet and out the door if he could. “Are you crazy? I’m not transferring it to you!” He kept backing up, but Wraith stalked him.
“Yeah, bro, you are.”
“Fuck. You.”
“I’m never going to fall in love, Shade. The curse won’t affect me. Ever. So just do it.”
Shade shook his head so hard his hair stung his face. “I will not.”
“Damn you, Shade.” Wraith’s voice was pure whisper. “You’ve saved my life so many times. Let me do this for you.”
“No. I—”
Shade broke off as a feeling of unease centered in his chest. Evil prickled over his skin and tightened around his neck like a noose.
“Runa,” he gasped. “Where is she?” He bounded to his feet, grabbing Eidolon’s arm when a wave of dizziness nearly sent him to his knees.
“Probably still talking to her brother,” Wraith said.
Shade swore, his head swimming. “Outside. She’s outside. Something’s wrong.”
Eidolon’s gaze caught his. “The Carceris.”
“Maybe a jaguar got her,” Wraith offered, less than helpfully, though at least he was back to his usual self.
E shot Wraith a glare before turning to Shade. “Stay here. Wraith and I will take care of it.”
“Like hell,” Shade growled. The choking feeling had faded, leaving him unsettled and unable to sense Runa’s mood. He could feel her proximity, but even that was fuzzy. He broke away from Eidolon and hauled ass toward the exit.
“Shade, wait! We aren’t done!” Wraith followed, and behind him, Shade heard E’s curse.
If those Carceris bastards had hurt Runa to get to him, he’d kill someone. Or several someones.
He burst out the side entrance and braced himself for a confrontation with the Nightlash and Seminus he’d seen earlier. No doubt they’d have hellhounds as well, and those beasts loved a good fight. Well-trained Carceris hounds wouldn’t kill their target, but they’d fall just short of it. Worse, they were perpetually horny, and what they did to a demon when it was down amounted to a lot more than a little leg-humping.
With Wraith and Eidolon on his heels, he charged down the path to the south side of the cliffs where the waterfall met the pool, not bothering with stealth. Ahead, in the clearing, Runa lay on the ground, her body crumpled next to a tree.
“Son of a—” Something struck him in the head, and pain exploded in his skull. He wheeled toward the source, a slimy Drec demon holding a cudgel.
Wraith struck with the bullwhip. How he’d managed to grab the thing while on the run was a question for later. His brother wielded it as if it was an extension of his arm, and the Drec’s face split open, sending blood and teeth flying.
More creatures burst from the brush, but Shade weaved around them or barreled through them, his entire focus on Runa.
Almost there. Almost …
A massive four-winged creature dropped in front of him. A demon he’d never seen before, a hideous black beast that smelled—and looked—like rotting flesh. Its head was little more than a gaping mouth full of rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth.
Not good.
Behind him, the sounds of battle raged. He figured his brothers were dealing out the worst of the punishment, but he couldn’t look back. The winged thing was between him and Runa, and nothing would get between them ever again.
Shade dropped, swept his leg out to catch the creature in one of its bony ankles. It crashed to the ground but was up in an instant. He struck hard, crunching his fist into its gut. The spongy, wet flesh sucked his hand into the demon’s body up to his elbow. Hell’s fires, that was nasty.
Shade spun away, bringing his foot up between the thing’s legs. It screamed and slammed a heavy wing down on Shade’s shoulders. He ducked, taking only a glancing blow, but an explosion of pain and the smell of blood told him the strike had been damaging enough. Another beast landed next to him, its wings stirring up the trees, creating a whirlwind of vines and leaves. Something struck his back, the shock of the impact stunning him.
What the hell was going on? This wasn’t a Carceris operation, not unless they’d changed their methods in recent years.
“Khroyesh!”
The word, spoken in Sheoulic, the universal demonic language, meant to stand down, which might have been a relief if it hadn’t been uttered in Roag’s damaged, deep rasp.
The winged monsters backed away. Roag stepped out from behind one of the things, a barely conscious Runa in his arms. He wore some sort of brace on one hand. Wicked, Freddy Kruger—like extensions gave him sharp fingers where his own should have been.
“Stay where you are,” Roag said, bringing the blades to Runa’s throat, “or she dies.”
“Trust me, brother, you don’t want to do that.”
Roag raised his eyebrows, dark, sickly things that hadn’t completely grown back after the fire. “You aren’t in a position to make threats.” He nodded at Wraith and E, who were on the verge of being overwhelmed. “Tell them to stop.” To emphasize his command, he slashed Runa’s cheek with a blade. She whimpered, but through the bond Shade knew she was too out of it to feel much pain.
“Damn you.” Shade struggled to keep his voice low and even, when what he wanted to do was scream.
“Do it!” Another flick of a blade opened a gash dangerously close to Runa’s jugular.
The scent of Runa’s blood filled Shade with a bitter, sharp rage. He wanted to shift form into something horrible and bite Roag’s fucking head off. But he couldn’t risk Runa, and even if he succeeded in killing Roag, the army of monsters he’d brought with him would probably take them all out.
“Wraith! Eidolon!” He didn’t take his eyes off Runa as he shouted to his brothers. “Back off!”
“Not happening, brother.” Wraith’s words were mushy, gurgled, and Shade suspected his little brother was speaking through split lips and a mouth full of blood. Which meant the taste was on his tongue, and between that and the pain, he’d gone into vampire bloodlust.
Shit.
“Stop him,” Roag warned, digging his blades into the delicate skin between Runa’s throat and jaw.
Shade’s heart hammered hard, and cold sweat broke out on his brow. “E! You’ve got to stop Wraith. Now!”
Torn between staying as close to Runa as possible and helping E take down Wraith, Shade hesitated, but the sound of Eidolon getting pummeled by Wraith tipped the scales. Shade darted toward them. He caught Wraith from behind, managed to pin his arms to his sides, but only for a moment. Wraith had the advantage on any day, but add to that the bloodlust, and gaining control of him turned into a vicious battle.
They muscled him to the ground, but damn, Wraith was strong and pissed, and with the way his eyes burned red and his fangs had elongated into daggers, Shade doubted Wraith even knew who he was fighting anymore.
Eidolon used his weight to hold Wraith down while Shade channeled power into him, using his gift to slow Wraith’s heart and breathing, then reaching deep to cut off the adrenaline flow.
“Ease up, bro. Idle down,” Shade murmured, even as he looked over his shoulder to make sure Runa was okay an
d none of Roag’s minions were going to launch a surprise attack.
Bringing Wraith down was agonizingly slow, and most likely futile. As soon as they let him up, Wraith would probably go ballistic on Roag’s demons.
“Very, very good,” Roag said. “But honestly, I can’t believe you two haven’t figured out that killing Wraith would make life a whole lot easier.”
Eidolon bared his teeth. “You know what would be easier, you fucking—”
“Don’t.” Shade gripped E’s arm and squeezed. “I can’t risk Runa.”
The wind rustled the leaves in the trees, bringing with it the scent of brimstone. Hellhounds.
“Where’d you get the trackers?” Eidolon eased off Wraith, who leaped nimbly to his feet and stood there, quivering with the amount of restraint it must have taken to not go for Roag’s throat.
Roag stroked his blades through Runa’s hair, and now it was Shade who had to restrain himself, especially when locks of her gorgeous hair began to flutter to the ground. “What, you think I don’t have my own kennel?”
It was on the tip of Shade’s tongue to say Roag couldn’t control his own female, let alone a hellhound, but with Runa still in danger, Shade kept his mouth shut. Two Carceris officers stepped into the clearing, held prisoner by Roag’s minions.
So that was how he’d found Shade. He’d taken the Carceris officers prisoner and forced them to use the hounds to track him. Son of a bitch.
“Shade?” Runa’s voice was quiet but steady, and pride swelled in him. He smelled no fear from her, instead her strength permeated the air. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, lirsha.”
Roag snorted. “You’re fading, you know. I’m thinking it’s not okay.”
A deep, low growl rumbled in Runa’s throat. Shade’s pulse went tachy with panic. “Runa, no!”
She struck. A double blow, one sharp kick to Roag’s shin and a reverse punch to his face. A shockwave of energy hit Shade; she was trying to shift.
“Little bitch,” Roag hissed, and buried one of his blades in her shoulder. Her scream rent the air. “This blade is solid silver. You can’t shift.”
