Viking Warrior Rebel

by Asa Maria Bradley

  Astrid rolled her shoulders. “Well, doesn’t this little welcome committee make me feel all tingly and special.”

  Apparently, they weren’t expecting a smart-ass comment because the smirks disappeared from their faces. “We know you’re here all alone,” the other wolverine hissed. He took a step forward.

  “I don’t need any help to send you back to where you belong.” Adrenaline surged through Astrid’s body, and the berserker pawed at its mental constraints, eager to come out to fight. It was a struggle to remain in control, but she managed to force her inner warrior instinct back down.

  The creature who had spoken first rushed her, and she quickly slung her throwing dagger, but he’d anticipated the movement and lunged to the side. The knife clanked down on the floor. Astrid quickly ducked and crouched as the creature lunged through the air and swept out his leg. She blocked the kick with her arm, but his heel made contact with her elbow. The hit vibrated through her humerus bone and up her shoulder, making her teeth rattle. Mother of Valkyries, that hurt.

  She quickly pivoted to keep track of her other opponent and then took a step back so she wasn’t right between them. Instead, they formed a slowly rotating triangle as they circled each other. “Is that all you got?” Astrid taunted, putting a fake smile on her face.

  The only answer she got was a low growl. She couldn’t tell from which creature it came. Maybe both of them. She crouched slowly, keeping them both in her field of vision as she retrieved another dagger from her boot. Whichever of them attacked next would be the recipient of her fine blade, and this time she wouldn’t miss.

  “We could do a lot more damage,” the one to the left smirked, “but we want you alive to deliver a message.”

  Astrid frowned. “What message?”

  Lefty grimaced that hideous smile again. “Tell your queen we have her brother.”

  Blood pulsed loudly in her ears, and she wavered as she struggled not to let her berserker out. “That’s a big, fat lie,” she managed to squeeze out. “Scott is with the queen and king.”

  “We both know that’s not true.” The wolverine on the right sounded mighty pleased with himself. “We’ve wondered why the queen visited Denver several times. We’ve kept a presence in the city just in case she showed up again. Imagine our surprise when her brother appears instead, all juicy and ripe for the picking. In the train station of all places.”

  “What do you want?” Astrid scowled.

  “We need both siblings. If the queen gives herself up, we’ll let both of them live.”

  This mission was turning shittier and shittier by the minute. She was definitely cursed. “The king will kill you before he allows the queen anywhere near you.”

  Lefty shrugged. “Then keep the king out of this.”

  “Good idea,” Astrid said, throwing her dagger overhand. “I’ll just kill you myself.” The knife buried itself just above Lefty’s collarbone. She’d gone for the neck, but as if the day wasn’t crappy enough, she was now off her aim too. At least she’d hurt the bastard, because he squealed loudly.

  The one on her right rushed forward, and she quickly retrieved the knife in her other boot before releasing it in an underhand sideways throw. A wet choking noise told her she’d hit her mark. She barely had time to turn and see the wolverine sink to the ground with her dagger sticking out of his jugular before the one on the left attacked again.

  He’d pulled out her knife and came at her with a circular back kick. She blocked with her left arm and countered with an uppercut but only glanced his chin. He flipped backward and landed gracefully, still holding her knife. It was a good thing none of the other warriors were watching. She’d be the laughingstock of the fortress if anyone found out how long it had taken her to down these pests, and she’d never live down the fact that one of them had armed itself with her personal weapon.

  Astrid feinted left and ducked down, extending her leg in a sweeping kick when the wolverine stabbed the air where she’d just been. He lost his footing, but twisted midair and somehow landed on his feet again. She’d fought wolverines before, but this guy was different. When did the wolverines become acrobats?

  The creature rushed her and she had to retreat a step, wobbling when her foot slipped on some loose rocks on the floor. The wolverine swept the knife down, and Astrid had to block with her left forearm. The knife cut through her muscle. She hissed as white pain radiated through her entire arm. Clenching her teeth, she grabbed the wolverine’s wrist before he could pull out the knife and stab her again. Their struggle forced the blade deeper into her flesh, and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming out in agony.

  “You’re making it very hard to keep you alive,” the wolverine hissed.

  She kicked his shin, and when he flinched, she wrenched her arm away, dislodging the knife but keeping her grip on his wrist. Her blood dripped down the blade, coating his skin and making Astrid’s grip slippery. She leaned forward, trying to throw him off balance, but the creature matched her body strength and held his own.

  Burning pain radiated from her wound, and she had trouble concentrating on keeping his hand and knife away from her. The berserker paced again, howling, wanting to be released, but she couldn’t risk it.

  The wolverine and she danced clumsily, their feet scuffing the concrete floor as they jockeyed for dominance. She tried to trip him, but he side shuffled with more fancy footwork, and she just managed to get herself off balance. His shirt had ripped, and she could see that the wound above his collarbone had already closed and was no longer bleeding. Did these suckers regenerate now too? Was there no end to the clusterfuck this mission was fast becoming?

  Her strength quickly waned, while the wolverine seemed to regain his. She had to act fast. Leaning her head back, she thrust forward with a burst of energy and crashed her forehead into the bridge of his nose. Freya’s fury, that hurt bad. But it worked. The wolverine stumbled backward and fell, holding his nose—unfortunately also still holding her dagger, but at least she got a little breathing room. She moved to stomp on the hand holding her knife. Her planned follow-up would then be a heel kick to his throat, but before she could position herself, a car beeped unlocked and cheerful female chatter approached.

  Astrid quickly looked around and spotted three women loaded down with shopping bags walking toward an SUV parked one row over. Freya’s mercy, she’d once again been so caught up in a fight that she’d forgotten to check her surroundings. This was how she’d almost killed a bystander. She watched the shoppers, but they were oblivious to her presence and drove off a minute later. That’s when she remembered she’d taken her eyes off the wolverine and turned to where he’d last been on the ground.

  A sharp stab on the inside of her thigh was the first clue that he’d moved from where he’d fallen. She looked down to find her own dagger buried all the way to the hilt in her leg. Although the wolverine’s face was a mess of broken tissue and bone, he still managed to smirk at her. “Gotcha,” he hissed.

  The effort of bending down was almost too much, but she pulled out the dagger. When blood slushed out of the wound at an alarming rate, she realized she should have left it in. The creature must have hit the femoral artery. She sank to her knees and slowly slumped sideways.

  With every slowing heartbeat, her blood pulsed out of her leg. She watched the wolverine struggling to stand. He looked down at her for a minute before slowly limping toward his dead partner. She closed her eyes and listened to the creature’s uneven steps and the dragging noise indicating he was taking the body with him as he left.

  When she thought they were far enough away, she reached for the silk scarf around her neck. She barely had enough strength left to undo the knot. She was immortal, but only in the sense that her body healed so quickly that injuries never turned mortal. She still bled and this wound was pumping blood so fast that it didn’t look like she would be able to heal in time. Sh
e wrapped the scarf around her leg and pulled it tight. This was going to be a close one.

  Chapter 4

  Luke drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. What the hell was Astrid doing at the train station? She’d better not have skipped town. He berated himself for not keeping closer tabs on her. She’d driven into the mountains that morning and he’d followed her for a while, but the roads had become increasingly narrow and more deserted. He’d had to abort, or she would have made him. Maybe he should have sent another agent from the Denver field office, but she’d be suspicious of any car following her for hours on those mountain roads. Instead, he’d kept track of her on his computer through the GPS tracker Broden had attached to her car. He’d been going stir-crazy in his hotel room, pacing back and forth while desperately hoping she’d eventually return to Denver.

  She had, and now the little bleep on his screen showed that her vehicle had been stationary in the train-station parking garage for more than two hours. He fidgeted in his seat. This was why he never wanted a desk job. He was a man of action. Sitting on his ass made him squirrelly. Maybe she’d found the tracker and ditched it. He wouldn’t put it past her. Besides being one of the most stunning women he’d met, she was also one of the smartest. It wasn’t just because her beauty had him tongue-tied that he had to stay on top of his game in their verbal sparring. The lady had an amazingly high IQ, which was another reason he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Intelligent women had always turned him on.

  Too bad she was using all those smarts on the wrong side of the law. He couldn’t prove it, but every ounce of his intuition screamed that whatever Astrid was up to, it was illegal. And his intuition was rarely wrong. He checked the blinking marker on his screen again. Right now, the uneasy feeling in his stomach told him something wasn’t right about Astrid leaving her car in one place for this long.

  He’d followed her to the garage and parked in the shadows across the street to keep an eye on the well-lit parking garage exit. From this position, he could also see the two stair exits that would lead to the restaurants in the area. Astrid had not used any of the exits, so he assumed she’d taken the walkway connected to the train station. But why spend hours inside the station? He could see the main exit to that building too, so she hadn’t slipped out that way.

  Maybe she’d evaded him by jumping on one of the buses that served the station. The uneasiness in his stomach increased to full queasiness, and he hit the heel of his palm on the steering wheel.

  Enough sitting around. Time for action.

  He grabbed the GPS tracker display and jogged across the street. The device wouldn’t show which floor Astrid’s car was parked on, but it should indicate that he had gotten closer. If he overshot the right floor, he’d just go back down.

  Luke had ascended only a few steps when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and instinctively hugged the shadows of the stairwell. A lone male figure moved with purpose along the sidewalk in front of the garage. Dressed entirely in black, the man avoided the parts of the sidewalk lit by the streetlamps and kept his chin low, as if to avoid exposing his face to any security cameras. From his higher position, Luke noticed two Band-Aids stretching across the bridge of the guy’s nose. A recent break.

  The man strode down the sidewalk purposefully but kept his body loose and limber, as if ready for any attack. The dude was either military or law enforcement. Luke would bet his badge on that.

  He kept still as the guy jogged soundlessly through the unmanned car entrance, moving as if he knew exactly where he was going. A cold knot formed in Luke’s stomach, pushing all the earlier queasiness to the side. This guy had something to do with Astrid, but was he an ally or an enemy? Judging by the guy’s covert movements, Luke thought the man was hostile. What the fuck had Astrid gotten herself into?

  Luke leaped down the two steps in one motion and followed. The man was moving at a fast clip, too fast to be purely human. Luke quickly scanned the parking garage, but nobody else was around. No need for himself to keep to a human-only speed. Making sure his footfalls landed on the balls of his feet, he soundlessly followed his prey. If the man led him to Astrid, Luke might have another connection between her and the covert bio labs. He already knew Naya was somehow connected. It might just be a coincidence that the guy appeared near Astrid’s car, but he definitely had received some of the same treatments that Luke and his brother had. Nobody could move like that without some kind of bio enhancement. And Luke didn’t believe in coincidences.

  Ice-cold determination trickled through his veins. He was so focused on following the man undetected that the rest of the parking garage blurred as he used his inhuman speed to keep up. The man kept circling up the floors until he reached the third level, where he headed in a straight path down one of the rows of cars. Luke could make out Astrid’s silver SUV farther down the row and wasn’t surprised when the man headed straight for it.

  The guy paused in front of the car and checked the surrounding area before putting his face up against the side window to look inside. His smile was feral as he focused on whatever he saw. Luke held his breath. Was Astrid in there? Seeing a trail of blood leading to or from the car—he couldn’t tell at that distance—he took a deep breath to keep his heart from jackhammering out of his chest.

  Grabbing the door handle, the man yanked it hard. The motion turned more violent when the car door didn’t cooperate. Relief flooded through Luke, and he exhaled. The guy was so intent on his task that he still hadn’t noticed Luke. He yanked the car handle again and growled low in the back of his throat when it still didn’t budge. His fist hit the window. Whatever or whoever was inside that car, this guy wanted to get inside badly. A trickle of fear made the hairs on Luke’s neck stand up. Whatever illegal shit Astrid had gotten herself into, this guy was out to physically harm her. If she was inside that car, Luke had to protect her.

  Shit. Where did that thought come from? Astrid was the most capable woman he knew. She needed protection like he needed a manicure. Still, this guy wasn’t human. Maybe that’s why she wasn’t reacting to him breaking into the car. Or maybe she was hurt. Double shit.

  The man took a half-turning step back and raised his elbow into the perfect position to bust the window open. Luke closed the distance between them soundlessly and sidled up to the guy. He plastered a how-you-doing smile on his face. “Hey, need some help there, buddy? Lock your keys in the car?”

  The other man startled and jumped back to face Luke. His eyes had no irises or whites. They were a void of continuous black. So much for pretending this would be a normal interaction.

  Freaky Eye’s lips furled. “This doesn’t concern you,” he hissed. “Move along.”

  Luke widened his stance. “Oh, but it definitely does.”

  In addition to the bandages arched over his nose, deep purple rings shone beneath the guy’s unsettling eyes. Definitely a broken nose. He stared at Luke for a heartbeat and sniffed the air. “What are you?” he asked. “I don’t know your scent.”

  Luke kept his face blank to keep from showing how creeped out he was. The guy was scenting him? “All you need to know is I’m the guy who’s going to kick your ass.” He kept his eyes on the guy’s hands. Normally he’d look into his opponent’s eyes to catch the flicker of eye movement that betrayed an attack an instant before the body acted on the thought. But this freak had no eye movement. Just that dull, dark void with an occasional sinister glitter. That, combined with the whole sniffing thing, had Luke officially wigged out.

  “Don’t get involved in this, human. It will only get you killed.” Freaky bared his teeth in what was probably supposed to be a smile but looked more like an animal snarl.

  Luke forced himself to ignore all the creepy stuff and focus on kicking the freak’s ass. “We’ll see.” He slowed down his breathing, and the dead calm that always flooded his body before a fight covered him like a familiar, favorite warm blanket. He offered a
smile of his own. Something of Luke’s feral nature must have shone through, because the guy blanched and stepped back.

  Not waiting for his opponent to recover, Luke advanced and delivered a rising-knee kick. He aimed for the guy’s already broken nose, but Freaky rotated his body in time and instead got the back of Luke’s foot in his throat. The guy went down sputtering and coughing.

  Luke didn’t wait for him to get up, aiming another kick to the head, but Freaky was quick again and rolled out of the way. Instead of the face stomp he’d planned, Luke modified the arc of his heel and thumped the guy’s collarbone with a solid downward kick. Bones crunched as Luke leaned in with all of his weight.

  Freaky screeched and grabbed Luke’s leg, struggling to wrench it off his body.

  Luke’s jaw clenched as he braced his other foot on the ground, adjusted his contact position slightly, and increased the pressure on his opponent’s shoulder and neck. A satisfying pop sounded as Freaky’s shoulder slipped out of its socket. Try to fight with that, asshole.

  The guy writhed on the floor beneath Luke’s foot and then stilled, as if reaching inward to find the strength to pull himself together.

  Luke wished him luck with that. A dislocated shoulder hurt like crazy, and the pain was almost impossible to press through. He knew from personal experience.

  Freaky seemed to be making progress though, and Luke’s brow furrowed as he increased pressure on the mangled shoulder. His opponent just hissed and turned his head to meet Luke’s gaze head-on. A chilling smile stretched the man’s thin lips.

  The guy tightened his grip around Luke’s calf, and alarm bells sounded in Luke’s head. He quickly pulled back his leg, barely missing getting shredded by the claws elongating from Freaky’s fingers.

  What the fuck? Talk about needing a manicure.