Constantine: A History Part 2: (Dark Kings)

by Donna Grant

  “The library closed at eight,” Talin said. “It’s after midnight now. We’ll have the books in hand and return to Jordyn in a blink.”

  “That’s the problem. There’s no danger.”

  “Ah. I see.” Talin walked backward into the middle of the narrow street that was empty of people and cars. “You want danger? We’ll get it as soon as we get the books. Then we can locate Bran.”

  The anger within Kyran sizzled at the mention of the ex-Reaper. Bran betrayed his group and was sent to the Netherworld by Death.

  Except Bran managed to escape the inescapable prison and was now after them. Bran had already killed Jordyn in his bid to take the Reapers out.

  But Death stepped in and made Jordyn one of them. Though she was a Reaper—the first female Reaper—Jordyn didn’t assassinate as they did.

  Her job was coordinating everything, as well as research. Jordyn’s first order of business was discovering all she could about the Netherworld.

  Kyran couldn’t wait to find Bran. Con and Eoghan might be the only ones who survived from the first group of Reapers, but Kyran would be the one to help take Bran down for good.

  “Let’s get going then,” Kyran said.

  With a wink, Talin veiled himself. Kyran watched the Light Fae and tried not to laugh. They’d become friends immediately, which still shocked Kyran since he was a Dark Fae.

  Then again, each Reaper suffered some kind of betrayal in one form or another. That’s what drew them all together, what bonded them. The seven of them only had each other. Well, they were eight now.

  Kyran veiled himself so no human—or Fae—could see him. All Fae had the ability to veil themselves, but most could only hold it for a minute or so. Only the Reapers could remain that way indefinitely. It was one of the gifts of accepting Death’s offer.

  He walked across the street and up the steps to the main entrance to the library. It was locked and barred, which kept out the majority of the humans.

  Kyran lifted his head to the cameras placed around the building. Some were in plain sight while others were hidden. The security system managed to keep out most of the criminals, but the mortals were resourceful when they really wanted something.

  If the mortals knew of the books in the ancient section of the library and how much they were worth, no security system on the realm would keep the humans out.

  But Kyran wasn’t mortal. He teleported inside the library without a single hindrance. A long sigh fell from his lips. He was itching for a good fight ever since Bran got away a few weeks ago.

  Death had been oddly quiet. There had been no assignments, and they were all growing restless. Except for Daire. The bastard was trailing a Light Fae Death wanted information on—Rhi. Kyran had no idea where Daire was. He only hoped Daire was having more fun than he was.

  They’d also not seen a glimpse of Cael since Death told him who helped Bran escape the Netherworld. Each of the Reapers wanted a piece of the Fae responsible for that, but Cael departed before anyone could go with him.

  Kyran looked at the help desk standing in front of him where Talin had tried—unsuccessfully—to get one of the books from the library.

  He unveiled himself, his magic keeping him hidden from the cameras as he strode to the stairs and descended to the next level. Talin decided to come in from the roof and take the top three floors while Kyran searched the bottom.

  Talin bet him before they arrived that the books were stored in the top hidden floor of the library. Frankly, Kyran didn’t care where they were as long as they found the books and left.

  His hands itched to hold his sword. More than anything Kyran wanted to find Bran and sever his head from his body. It would go a long way in helping him feel better about being tracked by Bran and his Dark Fae army—and for what happened to Jordyn.

  She and Baylon might be in love, but Kyran thought of her like a sister. As soon as that thought went through his mind, he inwardly cringed.

  Even now, so many thousands of years later, the thought of his sister could make him feel as if he were being crushed on all sides. He hadn’t been the only one betrayed that rainy night in Dublin.

  There was never a good time for those memories to be brought into the light, but on the anniversary of the day he became a Reaper, Kyran allowed a few of those memories loose.

  They never did him any good. They only served as a reminder, but it was one he needed. Because time had a way of making someone forget important facts. It was the mind’s way of allowing a person to move on.

  But Kyran didn’t want to move on.

  He reached the next floor and quickly went about searching rooms, hoping that behind every door would be the place he sought.

  Kyran explored the next two floors but came up empty. Frustration soured his mood. He turned around and nearly ran into Talin who was standing behind him.

  “You look vexed,” Talin said. “Are you vexed, Kyran?”

  For some odd reason, Talin was fixated on that word. He used it as often as he could, annoying everyone in the process. Kyran glared at him. “If I wasn’t, I am now.”

  Talin’s smile was wide. “Everyone should be vexed once in a while.”

  “Find another word,” Kyran growled as he pushed past Talin.

  Talin leaned a shoulder against the wall. “I didn’t find a damn thing on my floors. I even double-checked the main level. Nothing. I know it’s here.”

  “Aye, it’s here. We just have to find it.”

  Pushing away from the wall, Talin stood and slowly turned in a circle. “We’re missing it.”

  “It’s hidden somehow.”

  “Not with magic.”

  Kyran eyed the books around him. “But maybe magic will help show it.”

  “And you thought this wouldn’t be adventurous.”

  Kyran snorted. “If you think this is exciting, then we need to have a talk.” Suddenly Talin moved to block him from walking away. Kyran lifted a brow. “Something on your mind?”

  “Are you all right?”

  “You mean besides wanting to find Bran? Aye.”

  Talin waved away his words. “We all want Bran. This is something else.”

  Kyran put his hand out and shoved at Talin’s shoulder as he walked past. “Look on the left side of the room. I’ll take the right.”

  “You haven’t been the same since Baylon brought Jordyn into the group.”

  That stopped Kyran in his tracks. He turned and gawked at Talin. “What are you going on about?”

  “Death changed the rules. Baylon wasn’t killed for loving Jordyn, and now she’s one of us.”

  “So?”

  Talin ran a hand down his face. “Are you lonely?”

  “What the hell kind of question is that?”

  “One that, as your friend, I’m asking you to answer.”

  Kyran stared at him a long time before he let out a deep breath. “When Death asked me to join the Reapers, I knew what the rules were. We tell no Fae who we are, or they die. We develop no attachments to humans or Fae so no one can be used against us. We leave all family and friends behind, letting them believe we’re dead.”

  “You still haven’t answered the question. That vexes me.”

  “I have the six of you. I have our assignments, doling out justice.”

  Talin folded his arms over his chest. “So you are lonely.”

  Each time that emotion threatened Kyran, he hastily shoved it away. “We’re Reapers, gifted by Death with more power and magic than any other Fae. We don’t have time to be lonely.”

  “Of course.” Talin dropped his arms and turned away.

  “You’re lonely, aren’t you?”

  Talin halted. Without turning around he said, “Maybe.”

  “Just because Death allowed Jordyn to be a Reaper doesn’t mean any of us will get that same privilege. Jordyn proved herself worthy.”

  “I know.”

  Kyran watched his friend walk away without another word. He’d known when Cael sent Tali
n undercover to the Light Fae court that something was going to happen.

  Talin ended up wooing the daughter of an influential advisor to the queen, Usaeil. Kyran had warned Talin to remember that while at court, everything was a lie, but it seemed his friend had forgotten his advice.

  Now with Baylon and Jordyn’s romance condoned by Death, Talin had hope. Which was the worst thing for any of them. Hope was viciously and ruthlessly snatched from them when they were betrayed. Death gave them a purpose.

  But even Kyran could admit to being a tad jealous of Baylon for having the one thing all of them thought would never happen—love.

  Kyran pivoted and walked to the far wall. He was about to use his magic when he saw a door half hidden by a large bookshelf. He walked around the bookshelf and spotted the opening that was just large enough for the door.

  He let out a whistle to Talin while staring at the keypad that unlocked the door.

  “This is it,” Talin said as he ran up and saw it.

  Kyran put his hand over the keypad and loosed a pulse of magic.

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