Warders, Volume Two

by Mary Calmes

  “Thank you for coming to protect him,” Joe said adamantly, clutching at my best friend.

  “Of course.” Malic’s voice rumbled low in his chest. “Always, Joe.”

  Looking up, I wondered where the rest of Joe’s family was. Why weren’t they there with me meeting Jackson and Malic and….

  “Where’s Ry?” I asked.

  Leith rolled his eyes and then tipped his head toward the kitchen. I understood at once. Ryan Dean was holding court.

  It wasn’t just that my fellow warder used to be a model and was now a television host. It was more than that. People saw him and just fell under a spell of charm and beauty and warmth. The man was irresistible and surely had Elliot and Deb and Barb completely riveted with whatever he was talking about.

  I looked back at Jackson and Malic. “I’m sorry that I had to pull you guys from chasing Moira, but—”

  “Marcus,” Jackson said, his deep, dark-brown eyes soft as he gazed at me. “Your hearth and the family of your hearth takes precedence over everything else. You know that.”

  “In our clutch it does,” I told him.

  “Whaddya mean?” Malic asked, his voice, even after so many years, still carrying a hint of his homeland that had been transported with his parents when they immigrated to the United States from Stockholm. His grandmother, his parents, all had the same accent, he’d told me, and growing up in their house, there was no way for him to miss adopting it as well. I hoped he’d never lose it.

  “You won’t believe what the sentinel here did to one of his warders,” Joe interrupted, moving forward to hug Jackson at the same time.

  Malic and Jackson listened to the story, and they were both frowning by the end.

  “They let this fake warder bed his hearth.” Jackson swallowed hard. “That’s as much of a betrayal as what the warder did to his sentinel and his clutch.”

  “I agree,” Leith said, his voice icy. “And I think when we’re done here, we go see her and tell her the truth. She deserves that.”

  “How long have you guys been here?”

  “Couple minutes before you came down,” Malic answered me. “Jacks and I came together, and Ryan before that.”

  Which explained why my fellow warder had begun entertaining Joe’s family.

  “Where’s Raph?”

  “He’s home watching Jules and Simon and Dylan.”

  “And Jael is okay there alone?”

  “He has Deidre and her warders visiting, remember?”

  “Then who’s watching their territory?”

  “Apparently there’s a lot of small towns there, and some have warders and some don’t, but there’s a lot of crossover between the territories that do have warders, so it’s all covered for the time they’re gone.”

  I smiled at Malic. “Lucky.”

  “Fortuitous,” he agreed. “Now what’s your plan here? Once we get through the front door, we just start hacking our way in there until we reach this Breka and then send him to the pit as well?”

  “Yes, they all die tonight.”

  Malic squinted at me. “I talked to you before you got on the plane last night. Have you slept yet?”

  I shook my head.

  “Oh for crissakes, Marcus,” he groaned. “This can—”

  “It can’t,” I told him. “You guys need to get back to hunting Moira, and I need to get home and help you. So this needs to be taken care of right now.”

  He nodded as we all heard voices and turned.

  Ryan was leading Joe’s family back into the living room. “Hey.” He greeted me with his megawatt smile and kaleidoscope gaze. His hazel eyes changed all the time, sometimes green, sometimes brown, sometimes a mixture. They switched with his mood, and at that moment I was swallowed in a clear olive that was something to see.

  “Thanks for coming, Ry,” I said.

  “Of course,” he said, like, where else would he be?

  “Did you feel that?” Jackson asked suddenly.

  “Feel wh…?” I asked even as I heard feet on the stairs.

  “Who else is in the house?” Malic asked, drawing the spatha from behind his back, startling Joe’s family even as he stepped in front of them.

  “Hey,” Raphael said as he charged into the room.

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Malic growled. “Yell, asshole. I could’ve taken your head off.”

  “Yeah, right,” Raphael scoffed, crossing the room fast to reach Jackson.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” Jackson snapped at the man—creature—he loved.

  Raphael Caliva was a kyrie, a demonic bounty hunter born in purgatory. He was not a demon, but he wasn’t human, either. He still scared me just a little. I was wary, but Joe found him fascinating and never missed an opportunity to ask him a million questions. Watching Raphael when he sat with the man I loved, smiling lazily and talking to him, had gone a long way to helping me accept him.

  “Nice to see you too.” He grinned evilly and leaned in to brush a kiss across Jackson’s mouth before he turned to look at me. “I’m going right back to guard your hearths, but Moira is here somewhere, so Jael said to get here and warn you.”

  “What’re you talking about?” Leith asked.

  “I just told you.”

  “How the hell do you know who’s here or not?” Malic barked.

  “Ask him nicely,” Jackson ordered the bigger man. “That’s my mate you’re talking to.”

  At which point Raphael almost glowed. He lived to hear Jackson be possessive of him.

  “Tell us what’s going on, please, Raph,” I interceded.

  He shrugged. “Okay, so, to me, the planes of hell are like a giant spider web. Each ring has its own pulse, and everything that crosses a ring leaves a footprint. So she came this way toward Jackson as soon as she felt him move.”

  I turned to look at my friend. “She’s after you.”

  “Because of me,” Raphael said. “She’s going to kill my mate because I killed hers.”

  My eyes returned to the kyrie.

  “So.” Raphael took a breath. “I’m going home, and I’m taking Joe and his family with me, and you guys find her, kill her, and find this demon and kill him, and then I’ll bring them all back.”

  Everyone started speaking at once, but I raised my hands and called for quiet. I had no idea why they all responded, but as normally happened, the room fell silent.

  “That is the best idea I’ve heard all day,” I told Joe and his parents and his sister. “And you have to understand: he’s trusting me to protect Jackson, who is all he has in the world, and I’m trusting him to do the same. So… that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”

  “Marcus,” Elliot began. “I—”

  “You guys better call Henry and tell him you’re not coming to the dance tonight,” I told them. “I don’t want him to worry, but you’re all leaving with Raph.”

  “I’m not going,” Joe assured me.

  I grabbed his bicep and dragged him into a far corner of the room before whirling him around to face me.

  “No!”

  “Oh yes,” I said flatly. “You need to go home and keep your family calm while we sort this out, Joseph. I need you safe, and thank God for Raph and his displacement wave. He can move all of you, and there’s no way any of the rest of us could. Jael will be there, too, I’m sure, but I need you to go and ease them through it. Think about them, how scared they must all be, how freaked out they must be, and—”

  “I have to stay with you!”

  “Not this time,” I said. “It’s gonna be bad, Joe, really bad.”

  He sucked in his breath. “Even more reason for me to—”

  “I forbid it,” I insisted and bent and kissed him.

  He fought and pushed and dug his hands into my T-shirt to try to get me off him, but I had a hand on the back of his head, fisted in his hair, and my mouth was sealed over his. I pressed against his lips until he opened them, and my tongue snaked over his, and when he moaned deeply, I
knew I had him. I kissed him until he went limp in my grip, hands now holding on for dear life, wanting me closer.

  “You,” I said, parting our lips, both of us softly heaving for breath, “will go with Raphael and keep him calm. Do you understand? Imagine what this is doing to him. Leaving Jackson? He just got Jackson, and now this? C’mon, Joe, I need you now. I need you to show him that he has to have faith.”

  He growled. “Why didn’t you say that in the first place, you stupid ass?”

  I hugged him tight, and he wrapped his arms around my neck and squeezed back just as hard.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too, Marcus Roth. Come get me as soon as you can.”

  “You know I could never stay away.”

  “Good.”

  The hug went on until Malic cleared his throat, and I let go. Walking over to join the others, holding Joe’s hand in mine, I was faced with Deborah Locke.

  “You’ll be safe with Raphael,” I said.

  She nodded before lifting her hands to my face. “You be safe, Marcus. You’re my son too, you know.”

  I turned my head to kiss her palm, and I saw her eyes suddenly fill.

  “Jesus, Marcus, way to make my mother cry,” Barbara said, sniffling.

  “Your family is nice, Marcus.” Malic smiled. “I hope mine will be too.” He was going with Dylan for the first time to Atlanta for Christmas.

  “It will be.”

  “Families are good,” Leith sighed, thinking, I was sure, about the one he shared with his hearth, Simon Kim. They had, by all accounts, welcomed the man with open arms.

  “Let’s go,” Raphael said, moving forward, taking Joe’s other hand.

  Joe squeezed mine tight before he dropped it, trailing after Raphael toward the foyer.

  Elliot hugged me and thanked me, turned and thanked my friends, and then led his wife after Joe and Raphael. Barbara was the last to leave, wanting to kiss Ryan good-bye.

  Leith cleared his throat.

  “What?” Ryan asked.

  “She knows I’m gay. What about you?”

  He frowned at Leith. “I’m sure she knows, but watch, she’ll meet Julian and forget all about me.”

  Leith shrugged and Ryan scowled.

  “Jesus, we’re all so fuckin’ lucky,” Jackson said suddenly.

  All eyes were on him.

  “I mean, I feel lucky,” he sighed. “Don’t you guys?”

  We all agreed that we were.

  “Okay, so, since we’re all blessed and all”—I smiled gently—“let’s make sure none of the guys we go home to ever have to live without us.”

  “Absolutely,” Ryan agreed first. “I don’t plan to let anyone else have Julian Nash, ever.”

  “So let’s be careful,” I said as the doorbell rang.

  It was Shane and Kyle, and I really wasn’t all that surprised that they were the only ones who had come. The other two had not struck me as fighters.

  “I suspect,” Jackson told the two men, “that your sentinel will be in the market for more than one new warder.”

  Malic made the tsk sound in the back of his throat and eyed them coolly.

  “They’re good men,” Shane assured us. “They just think this is a suicide mission.”

  “You disagree?” I asked.

  “No, but we won’t let you go in there alone, either.”

  And I appreciated that, even though with my team with me, I really wasn’t worried.

  “Where are Joe and his family?” Shane asked.

  “They were taken back to my house,” Jackson told him. “Or your place, Marcus.” He looked at me. “I’m not totally sure where.”

  “How?”

  “His mate is a kyrie,” Ryan said, tipping his head back at Jackson. “So he can use a displacement wave just like your sentinel.”

  “Your mate is a demon?” Kyle was aghast.

  “A kyrie is not a demon,” Leith spoke up before Jackson could get a word out. “Everyone knows that.”

  “Fine, whatever,” Shane growled. “Have any of you given any thought to how we’re going to get into the demon’s home?”

  They all looked at me for some unfathomable reason.

  “We need a diversion,” Leith offered. “In the form of someone ‘hot’, you said. The sacrifice, right?”

  “Exactly,” Kyle told us. “Every night is like some big party out there. Daniel and me, we go out there a lot to check that the number of people going in is the same number that walked out in the light of day.”

  “Okay.” Ryan shrugged. “So we can blend if we look like we’re just going into a party there?”

  “Yeah.”

  I looked over my fellow warders, all of us. “And um, who brought club clothes?”

  “Like, how dressed up are the people that go?” Ryan asked Shane.

  He tipped his head like he really didn’t want to say.

  “It’s not club clothes.” Kyle grimaced. “It’s more fuck-me clothes.”

  “You couldn’t have said this before?” Malic griped.

  “You said we were cutting our way in,” Kyle reminded him.

  “Cut our way to the head demon,” Malic said. “We can’t fight all the way from the front door; we have to be let in. We have no idea how many are in there.”

  “Especially if it’s over a dimensional door,” Jackson chimed in.

  “Okay, so then if you guys go in as couples, it should work.”

  “And you guys?”

  “Two couples and one threesome,” Ryan suggested.

  Leith groaned.

  “It’s okay, honey.” Jackson grinned, wrapping an arm around Leith’s neck, his mouth close to his ear. “I’ll be gentle.”

  Ryan snorted out a laugh, and I started grinning.

  Leith told us all to go to hell.

  “We’re already going,” Malic reminded him.

  I THOUGHT Shane was going to swallow his tongue. Even Kyle, who was straight—who had, from what he said, the most beautiful woman in the world at home—could not take his eyes off Ryan Dean.

  “Why did the rest of us even need to change?” Leith grumbled, squirming in his black leather pants, uncomfortable in the skintight, brushed silk dress shirt he had on. It was clinging to his biceps, triceps, and his rippling abdomen. He did not, as a rule, wear anything remotely like what he had on. Ever. Leith was quiet, reserved, and liked cargo pants and denim shirts, jeans and cotton T-shirts. In his current outfit, complete with black leather boots, he looked stunning but really out of his comfort zone.

  “Because we all need to fit in,” Malic growled, dressed like I was in a suit, his Prada, mine a Hugo Boss.

  “Why do you guys get to be dressed like that?” Leith was really irritated, and I was on the verge of smacking him.

  “Because we’re tops, sweetheart,” Malic informed him. “The rest of you do both, right?”

  “You know what, Mal—” Leith began.

  “Just,” Jackson chuckled, grabbing Leith, yanking him up beside him, “don’t get all in a twist for nothing.”

  Jackson himself was dressed in the kind of leather pants that laced up the sides and up the crotch. I couldn’t tell if he was wearing underwear or not, and it wasn’t my place to ask. The black Lycra T-shirt he was wearing did not reach the top of the red pants, instead showing off the treasure trail from under his navel to right above his groin. The pants hugged his slim hips, riding sinfully low and seductive. His hair was tousled like he’d just gotten out of bed, and the beard and mustache were very sexy.

  “Who do I get?” I teased.

  They all pointed at Ryan.

  “You’re the only one people are gonna believe,” Malic yawned, moving to stand between Jackson and Leith, separating them, hand fisting in each of their hair. “He overdid it.”

  “He’s right.” Jackson laughed softly, pulling free of Malic’s grip. “Who knew that store even had stuff like that in there?”

  I rolled my head to look at Ryan Dean. Wh
at the hell…?

  He was in chaps, and they were not like any I had ever seen in my life. They were red with some swirling design down the sides embroidered in gold, and they belted around his hips. He was wearing a thong so that his cock was nestled inside, most of it covered, but his perfect, round, taut ass was on full display. The chaps were hot, ridiculously so, and the fact that it was all he was wearing was enough to make him the absolute focus of any room he walked into.

  “How are you gonna fight in that?” I called over to the man preening in the kitchen, admiring his own reflection in the sliding glass door.

  He turned to look at me. “What?”

  “Fight. You. In that,” I said irritably. “Jesus, Ry.”

  I had been surprised at the store Shane had taken us to at nine o’clock at night. Kyle was not.

  “Lexington is a very cosmopolitan city, you know. We’re not out in the damn boondocks.”

  But I didn’t know.

  “I can do a lot of things in this.” Ryan waggled his eyebrows.

  I threw up my hands, turned, and bumped into Shane.

  “Can we go?” I barked, annoyed for whatever reason that he was leering at my friend.

  “He’s really beautiful,” Shane said under his breath. “His hearth must be really hot.”

  Julian Nash was a handsome man, but not beautiful. He was tall and muscular and had dark blue-black eyes and glasses. He was not the kind of man you saw first; he was the one you noticed last. He was the guy interested in talking to you, learning your secrets.

  “Julian’s….” What could I say? “Hey,” I said to Ryan as he joined us. “Describe Julian to Shane.”

  He turned and smiled warmly. “Julian is the only man who I get down on my hands and knees and wiggle my ass for.”

  Shane caught his breath, and Leith finally let go of his tension and laughed.

  I grabbed Ryan’s hand and tugged him after me toward the front door. “C’mon, pretty boy. Let’s go.”

  We had to take two cars for the long drive from Nicholasville to Fayette County. The ride down the two-lane country roads was long and lulling, and I gave up and fell asleep. When I was finally shaken awake, I realized that we were parked and everyone was out of the car but me.