The Oracle had to have told her husband something. The White God didn’t invite the Original Vamp into his home out of a sense of kindness or moral obligation.
“There will come a day when standing back to watch someone else fuck up won’t work out for you,” Damian added. “You might have to leave that safe corner where you’ve spent your life.”
His piece said, the White God left.
Xander’s gaze remained where the White God had been. Charles was a short distance away, alert.
Xander stayed in place for awhile, gaze on the scene at the building. The Others had managed to disintegrate his condo without a hint of damage elsewhere. There was a slim chance they might’ve succeeded in making him disappear as well, had he been there. He lived through his fair share of encounters with the creatures over his lifetime. They’d have to confront him at some point, especially if they hoped to use the necklace.
No, obliterating the apartment was a message. They tracked him quietly and now were making it clear they meant business. Jessi had the necklace and was safe with the Guardians, which left Xander free to hunt Others with Charles.
Everything was as it should be. Except that he wasn’t happy with the way things were. The idea of spending the day with a vamp instead of Jessi was unappealing. He was edgy already. More than that, he felt … off. He would never admit that the White God was right aloud, but he began to think he already left his safe corner by placing his fate in Jessi’s hands.
“Ready to kill some Others?” Darian asked, reappearing.
Xander studied the wily Grey God, aware of Darian’s reputation for having a wild streak that bordered on suicidal.
“Fair warning. I won’t save your ass, just because your woman is pregnant,” Xander said.
“I won’t save your ass, just because your woman likes cats.”
Xander laughed. He respected the Grey God, even if he didn’t always like him. If Darian was surprised Xander knew about the baby, he didn’t show it.
“Let’s go,” Xander said. “I’m in a mood to kill everything I see.”
“Want me to disable them for you or do you plan on letting them tear you apart?”
“Grab ‘em and toss ‘em back.”
“Charles! Find us some Others,” Darian called to the vamp.
The immortal Tracker went still for a long moment. Xander watched him. Darian was armed with knives and a short sword for the hunt; Xander used nothing but his hands and fangs.
Facing the ocean, Charles waved them over. He held out a hand to Darian, who in turn held his fist out to Xander. Xander bumped fists with him. He was swept away by the magic of Charles, who guided them to where the Others were.
They were somewhere close; Xander smelled the ocean without seeing it. An abandoned factory was before them, the gates on it locked while the surrounding buildings reflected the same rundown condition.
“Two,” Charles said, pointing to the factory.
“Did Jenn tell you, or did you pry it out of her head?” Darian asked finally.
“Pried it out, same as you.”
Xander smiled to himself. The vicious strike of Darian’s sword against the rusted chain of the fence was enough to show Xander he was right about the Grey God not taking Jenn’s deception well. Of course, Xander now understood the frustration of knowing something was wrong without knowing exactly what.
He trailed the Grey God into the building. Darian proceeded without apparent caution while Xander’s sensitive gaze took in their surroundings. His senses were at their max. Only a mistake would give the Others away and might be all that stood between life and death.
“What’s up with the vamp-cat?” Darian asked, hacking a lock off another door and flinging it open.
“Long story.”
“I’m listening.”
“My assistant decided she wanted to turn a cat into a vampire. She couldn’t do it, so I did.”
“Is your assistant a vamp?”
“She wants to be and decided to experiment one day.”
Darian chuckled. “So you saved the cat.”
“I know when and where to use my strength,” Xander replied. He heard the brush of skin against metal, as if someone had Traveled to a spot with tighter quarters than expected. He looked towards the sound and raised his eyebrows. Darian saw and altered their path.
“What’s with the girl?” Darian whispered. They moved between the rusted equipment stealthily.
Xander said nothing.
“I guess the necklace says it all.” The Grey God glanced over his shoulder, a curious smile on his face. “I figured you’d want someone like Jenn: More likely to stand a chance if she fought you.”
“Jessi doesn’t need weapons,” Xander replied. He, too, wasn’t expecting the one woman he might consider for more than one night to be like Jessi. Sharp, sweet and innocent.
Darian was right; his mate, Jenn, was able to fend for herself in the Black God’s lair. Jessi wouldn’t last two seconds with Jonny or a vamp that was serious about hurting her. Xander should’ve been irritated about her codependence. Instead, he almost felt the need to wrap his arms around her to protect her.
If they survived whatever was going on.
“Got one!” Darian said.
Thoughts shifting to the task at hand, Xander stepped back to watch the Grey God do his job.
Chapter Fourteen
Jessi broke away from her excited cousins for a breather. She exited the main house where the White God’s family lived and looked around, uncertain where to go. The indirect light of the late afternoon sun was hot without being overbearing, like it would be in a few months. She shielded her eyes and went to a paddock connected to a small barn.
The collection of animals included a donkey, horse, ostrich and a llama, all of which were either relaxing in the shade or inside the barn. Jessi leaned against the fence. A grumpy meow drew her gaze to Xander’s cat, who rubbed its face against her leg.
“You seem to be doing okay here,” she said. It sat at her feet and stared at the llama approaching the fence.
Like the vamp-cat, Jessi’s cousins had gone from panicked at being kidnapped in the middle of the night to content on the compound. She had hoped it solved all her issues.
Jonny’s texts, however, told her otherwise. He was insistent on meeting with her as planned. Or else he’d send in someone who could move under the senses of the Guardians.
Others. Creatures Darian said really were able to appear here.
She re-read the last note from Jonny.
You come, with or without the gem. Your life in exchange for your cousins.
There wasn’t a choice to make; she’d do anything for them. She put her phone away. Unable to focus on anything, Jessi found herself almost too drained to remember the name of the Guardian who approached her.
Oracle, she reminded herself.
“I brought you some tea,” Sofi said, handing her a mug.
“Thanks,” Jessi murmured. She accepted it and sniffed. Peppermint.
“You hanging in there?”
“I’m not really sure.”
Sofi smiled, blue-silver eyes going to the llama that stuck its face between the wooden planks of the fence.
Jessi studied her, nervous around the woman who read her entire life the last time they interacted.
“How is your um, self-defense training going?” she asked.
“Awful,” Sofi said. “I don’t do violence.”
“Really? You’re married to someone who kills vampires for a living.”
“The White God doesn’t define who I am,” Sofi said firmly. “I remind him of that regularly.”
Jessi smiled, enjoying Sofi’s spunk despite her creepy fortunetelling abilities.
“I imagine it’s the same with Xander,” Sofi added.
“Ugh,” Jessi replied with a grimace. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“You’re here. You’re not leaving the Guardians. You might as well talk about it.”
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Jessi sighed and leaned her chin on the railing. There were no two thoughts in agreement about anything regarding Xander.
“Or don’t. Whatever,” Sofi said, amused.
“What’s with the bad blood between you two?”
“He’s got bad blood with everyone. In any case, I kicked his ass, and he never forgave me.”
Jessi laughed, looking over the tiny blonde woman. Petite with cool beauty, Sofi appeared delicate, until she spoke. She seemed proud of herself for outmaneuvering Xander, a sentiment Jessi readily understood.
“Not sure he knows what to do with me, either,” Jessi admitted.
“I don’t care what that man wants,” Sofi returned. “What do you want?”
“I’ll settle for all of us making it through the weekend,” Jessi joked.
Sofi eyed her. “Guilty conscience?”
“What? No. Maybe.” Jessi fingered the gem around her neck, troubled. “Okay, so yes, a little. But I don’t know why.”
“I understand how difficult it is to fall for someone so outside the norm, you feel like you’re going crazy. You can’t fully make that decision, until you’re willing to accept that all this” Sofi waved her hand around the compound “is your new place in life and that for some reason, you belong with a freak of nature of a man.”
“Is this supposed to be a pep talk?”
“Sort of.” Sofi smiled wryly. “It’s hard for me, because I like you, and I don’t like Xander. The selfish side of me wants to tell you to get away from him, because I want him to suffer.”
Jessi met the Oracle’s gaze curiously.
“The rational side of me realizes it’s more important I win the bet I have with him than see him suffer.”
“Omigod,” Jessi chuckled. “You’re a riot, Sofi. Is he that bad?”
Sofi hesitated. “Yes and no. Our disagreement is mainly personal. He wanted to kill me, and I blackmailed him into saving me instead. He’s capable of great violence, but he doesn’t act indiscriminately. If he wanted, he could’ve ruled the earth by now. It’s not his thing, though, so he’s basically taken on the role of a reluctant protector. He helps keep the Gods and the other immortals – known as Others and Watchers – in check, but I don’t think he likes it.”
“Why?”
“It’s one of the many reasons I don’t trust him. I don’t know.” Sofi shrugged. “His future is hazy, hard for me to See. I Saw that you would appear, but it was more of a feeling than a vision. I couldn’t see your face or what happens.”
She fell quiet. Jessi was pensive.
“I feel like I’ve really screwed up,” she said. “The kids, Jonny, Xander. I can’t fix it.”
“Sometimes the test you think life is handing you isn’t exactly what it seems,” Sofi said. “I don’t know for certain. I can’t always See with clarity, especially when Xander is involved.”
“His vamp vibes interfere with your crystal ball?”
“Something like that.”
Jessi sipped her tea. Sweet, minty and warm, it was comforting at a time when she felt rattled. Jonny had texted her twice already today, asking if she planned on meeting him tomorrow. She hadn’t responded. Her first instinct was to tell him to go to hell, now that her cousins were safe.
It didn’t seem smart to provoke the Black God or the Others, who were working together to get the necklace. She was debating whether there was a polite way to tell him she was done with his game and how likely he was to stalk her and the cousins, until he got what he wanted.
After all, the power to control a world was at stake. She had nothing to offer him to curb whatever ambition he had. They’d have to hide forever and hope he never had the chance to snatch her cousins.
“Did the cousins tell you they were tested?” The White God’s voice made her turn.
He greeted his small wife with a kiss on top of her head and wrapped his arms around her. She rested back against him, smiling.
“Tested for what?” Jessi asked.
“Every Natural has a talent. Your cousins are Naturals, too,” Damian explained. “We test them to see what the talent is and where to assign them.”
“They aren’t leaving me!”
“No, no,” Sofi said. “We’re not taking them away. They can go where they want.” She looked up at her husband pointedly.
“Yes, kiri. We are the kinder, gentler Guardians of humanity,” he said, grunting. “Guardians normally are assigned where we need them. I’ve discovered that the latest batch of Naturals prefer not to be told what to do.”
“So you can stay together as long as you want,” Sofi said. “Based on their talents, they’ll have options to work with the Guardians, depending on what their skills are.”
“After college,” Jessi said. “What are their talents?”
“Ashley can Travel between places. She’s also got a knack for weapons. I think she’ll end up as a Warrior,” Damian answered.
“The girl who cries when she chips a nail is going to fight vampires?”
“That’ll change,” Damian said, smiling. “Brandon was hard for us to determine. I think he’s got your gift of stealth. It’ll make him an invaluable asset. We can teach him to fight and send him in to spy, since our enemies won’t be able to sense him or access his mind.”
Sofi elbowed him.
“But only if you agree,” Damian added.
“I wanted them to become like, accountants or doctors or something,” Jessi admitted.
“Our cause is much better, and the benefits are guaranteed for life.”
Jessi said nothing for a long moment. “It’s up to them. Brandon is eighteen, and Ashley will be soon. They’re old enough to decide. I guess.” If she didn’t make it through the weekend, they’d need to make their own choices anyway. “What about me? I’m a little too old to teach to fight.”
“That’s up to Xander.”
“Up to Xander?” she demanded, planting her hands on her hips. “No part of my life is up to him!”
“You tell him, Jessi,” Sofi said with a smile. “Maybe this kind of revenge really is better.”
“The bad thing about being mated to an Oracle – you never know what she’s plotting.” Damian’s look at the woman in his arms was wary this time.
Jessi hid a smile. The couple before her had found a way to make it work despite their differences. She wasn’t so certain she and Xander had a chance, though, especially with Jonny waiting to pounce.
Did she want a chance with him? Grappling with the answer was almost as troubling as dealing with Jonny. Xander was probably done with her anyway, after getting what he wanted.
“I want to take you somewhere,” Damian said.
She looked up at him once more then at Sofi, who was frowning.
“It won’t be pretty, but you need to understand.”
Dread was at the base of her stomach. Damian released his wife. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him lightly then turned to Jessi and took the mug.
Damian extended a hand to Jessi. With a sigh, Jessi gripped his and braced herself. The Traveling was quick and transported them from the quiet, dry heat of Texas to the heavy, warm ocean air. She opened her eyes and looked around, not recognizing the decrepit factory. She heard what sounded like mini-explosions and fighting. Purple light arced through the broken glass windows, high above.
“Where are we?” she asked uneasily.
“I want you to see Xander in action,” Damian said. “You can’t be a part of his world, unless you understand what he is.”
“You want me not to be with him,” she assessed.
“I want you to make an informed decision. There is no part of me that believes any Natural should be at the mercy of a Vamp.”
Jessi’s heart quickened. Her chest was tight and her breathing quick.
“I also want you to see the Others. They’re the ones who want the necklace you’re wearing. My brother is the only one on the planet who isn’t instantly fried by their magic, which means you�
�ve got a bigger decision to make. You stay with Xander, you’re both in danger. You stay with us, you’ve got a chance.” Damian was wary and tense, the energy radiating off him charged.
She swallowed hard.
He moved away, towards an open door leading into the building. Jessi hurried after him, not wanting to be alone in the scary place. She blinked rapidly to clear her vision as she entered the dark building. Damian was a few feet ahead of her, walking through a second door. When her eyes had adjusted, she followed.
The scene in the next room – an open cavity filled with rusted equipment – baffled her. Men her size hurled strange purple lightening towards Darian. With astonishing agility, the Grey God outmaneuvered lightening, weaving through the bursts of purple fire in a lethal dance. The Other he charged disappeared before he reached him, only to reappear on the other side of the factory floor.
Where Xander snatched the creature by its neck. He lifted it over his shoulders and snapped its body over his knee then flung the man-like creature aside.
Jessi gasped at the effortless display of power. Eyes glued to Xander, she lost track of him in the shadows and returned her attention to Darian, who was tangling with three more Others. He laughed as one zapped him, sending him smashing into one wall. Xander was there, his movement undetectable, unless he wanted to be seen. He yanked the Grey God to his feet, pausing for a moment. Darian’s wounded shoulder healed instantly at Xander’s touch. The vampire slapped the grinning God on the back of the head and shoved him back into the fray.
Darian blocked lightening aimed at the vampire, who disappeared once more into the shadows. The next time he emerged, it was to catch the body of an Other that Darian flung over his head.
Xander tore out the throat of this one with his fangs, drinking deeply before tossing the body. The next he tore off the head. The fourth, he slammed into the wall with enough force that the creature’s head cracked.
Jessi held her hands over her mouth, unaccustomed to such violence. By Darian’s occasional laugh and the hungry fire in Xander’s features, they enjoyed killing. She turned away, sickened by the sight of blood. Damian touched her arm, and they were suddenly somewhere else.
Back at the quiet Texas compound, where the early evening and open space made her feel a little less trapped by her situation. Her ears were buzzing, and she fought the urge to throw up.
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