Lethal Rider_Lords Of Deliverance

by Larissa Ione

  “Well?” When he didn’t say anything, because he was actually considering taking her back upstairs, she sighed. “Look, I know you’re angry—”

  “Angry?” he spat. “You drugged me, restrained me, took my virginity, and then left me so pissed off that my siblings had to imprison me for over eight months. Angry doesn’t even begin to cover it. Were you trying to start the Apocalypse? Does The Aegis know what you did, or were they in on it?”

  “I didn’t know you were restrained, Than. I lost control of my ability, and I didn’t realize it was attacking you.” She shivered … or maybe it was a shudder. “And I didn’t drug you. I mean, obviously, you were drugged, but it wasn’t my idea. One of your vampires gave me that wine.”

  “None of my vampires would betray me.”

  “Well, I hate to tell you this, but one did.”

  “Why?”

  She shrugged. “Maybe he got tired of your grumpy ass and decided you needed to get laid. How the hell should I know?”

  He ground his teeth. “They knew sex was off-limits for me. They wouldn’t have done it.”

  “Fine. Whatever. Ask Ares or Limos. They know. The wine drugged me, too.” She winced and palmed her belly, and before he even knew what he was doing, he was inside the chamber, his hands on her shoulders.

  “Are you okay? Is it the baby?”

  She blinked in surprise. “It was just a kick. Ponyboy is really active.”

  “Ponyboy?”

  Again her cheeks colored, but this time with a soft, feminine blush. “Well, you’re a Horseman…the father… so…Ponyboy.”

  He wanted to smile at that, but then he remembered he hated her and forced his expression to remain neutral. “I’ll get you a blanket.” He started for the door, but she stopped him with a hand on his forearm.

  “I have to pee.”

  He gestured to the corner. “There’s a chamber pot.”

  “Seriously? Eew.” She recoiled in horror at the dusty clay vessel.

  “Humans of your day are ridiculously spoiled. What do you think people did before toilets?”

  “I don’t really care. We do have toilets now, and I’d rather use one.” She wrinkled her nose. “If I try to squat down on that, I’ll never get back up.”

  “Fine,” he muttered, taking her wrist. “You’re a terrible prisoner, you know that?” She wisely kept her mouth shut as he led her back up the steps and to his bedroom.

  When she saw where he was taking her, she ground to a halt just outside the door. “Um…”

  “Would you prefer the dungeon? Your choice.”

  Her eyes flashed, and she shoved past him. “This will be fine,” she said, as if she were a guest at a hotel who was dismissing the bellboy.

  “Don’t try anything, Regan,” he warned. “I’m going to have a guard at the door.”

  “How long are you going to leave me here?”

  “Until I figure out what to do with you.” He bent to look her directly in the eyes. “But be clear on this; your life is now mine.”

  Five

  A full hour after Regan had been snatched, Aegis Headquarters was still in a state of chaos. Kynan was supposed to be heading home to New York to meet his wife and daughter so they could join their in-laws at Underworld General for the weekly family summit.

  Today Kynan was going to be late. Shit, if he made it at all it would be a miracle.

  “How did those vampires and demons escape, and how the hell did that Horseman find our headquarters?” Ian, one of The Aegis’s Elders, was shouting. “We’ve never, in all our thousands of years of existence, been found. What happened?”

  Kynan wanted to point out that The Aegis’s headquarters had nearly been located by the enemy half a dozen times over the course of their history, and had they not moved locations, they would have been, but he kept quiet. Ian was a hotheaded asshole who wouldn’t back down from any argument, and Kynan wasn’t in the mood to knock him the fuck out.

  Chad, another Elder with an attitude problem, rounded on Kynan and Decker. “And how could you have let that bastard just waltz out of here with Regan?”

  “I didn’t see you steppin’ up to the plate yourself,” Decker drawled, his usually faint Texas twang vibrating with every word. The more pissed off he was, the redder his neck got, as he liked to say.

  “The Horseman couldn’t have touched Kynan.” Chad shot an accusatory look Ky’s way. “You should have done something.”

  “Thanatos came prepared to deal with me,” Kynan said, and damn if that didn’t rankle. The guy had been smart enough to kill a fallen angel, and while Ky wasn’t sure the soul of one could harm him, he hadn’t been about to take any chances with his life or anyone else’s … especially not Regan’s.

  “So what now?” Decker asked.

  Ky eyed the coffeemaker, wondering if he should caffeinate. It was going to be a long day. “Valeriu, Lance, and Juan are already on the way to the UK to check out a site for our new headquarters.” Now that Thanatos knew their current location, it, along with all of their libraries, secrets, artifacts, and weapons, was in danger if his Seal were to break.

  “Hey!” Suzi burst through the door, even more frantic than she already was with Regan missing. “There’s another Horseman here. I think it’s War.”

  “Ares,” Kynan muttered. He could never get it through these people’s heads that the Horsemen would only be known as War, Death, and Famine after their Seals broke. “And it’s about time.”

  Ian’s green eyes nearly popped out of his head. “You told another one how to find us? Why don’t you just put a neon sign on the building and upload our address to Yahoo?”

  “I called him while Thanatos was still here,” Kynan ground out. “I was hoping he’d be able to talk his brother down.”

  These fools truly had no idea how important it was to work with the Horsemen. Not only were they the only beings powerful enough to deal with Pestilence, but if humans pissed them off enough, they could wipe their hands of the fight altogether. Hole up in their residences and let humans fight Pestilence and his demons on their own.

  Chad snorted. “Good plan. Maybe if you’d—”

  Chad broke off with a strangled sound as huge hands came down on Suzi’s shoulders to move her aside gently but firmly. Ares filled the doorway, his broad shoulders brushing the frame as he strode inside, a mountain of leather armor and attitude.

  “Where is my brother?”

  Kynan met the ancient warrior halfway into the room. “He left. Took Regan with him.”

  A river of curses fell from Ares’s mouth. “How was he behaving?”

  “Like he was in need of a rabies shot. He killed one of our Guardians.”

  “Just one? You caught him on a good day.”

  Ares was probably right. Than could have taken them all out and made it seem effortless. “I thought we’d agreed to keep him immobilized for a little while longer.”

  “We did, human.”

  “Then how did he get free?”

  “I don’t know.”

  Kynan scrubbed his hand over his face. “How helpful.” Ares stared at him. “Just get Regan back for us.”

  “I’ll do what I can.” Ares spun around on his heel and started out of the room, halting when Decker called his name.

  “Your brother,” Decker said. “He won’t hurt her, will he?”

  Ares’s big shoulders rose and fell slowly, as if he were taking a deep, calming breath. When he spoke, his voice was deceptively soft.

  “I hope not,” he said. “For his sake, and the sake of mankind, I hope not.”

  Thanatos’s chest was tight, his skin twitching as he paced the length of the great hall. His vampires had tried to bring him food and drink, had asked him if they could fetch him books, groom Styx—and currently, one of them was kneeling, exposing the throat that he’d slit by his own hand.

  “Take it, sire.” Artur, his oldest daywalker and the one who had been with Thanatos for over forty-five hundred years, wa
tched him expectantly.

  Fuck. “I’ve already fed.”

  “Then let me do something,” Artur begged, his willingness to serve going into hyperdrive. Than’s absence must have done a number on him. “Would you like me to tend to Regan?”

  No one was going near Regan. Not even his most trusted servant. It was an irrational decision maybe, but right now Than was feeling pretty damned irrational. He yanked Artur to his feet. “If you want to do something for me, clean up the mess you made on the floor.”

  The vampire nodded. “Right away.” He actually looked happy to have something to do. No doubt they were all hanging out in the kitchen, waiting nervously for Thanatos to explode.

  He was close. Which was why he’d gotten away from Regan, who was one hell of a fuse.

  He stopped in front of the fireplace and braced his fists on the mantel as he stared into the dancing flames. His mind was whirling in a stir of a thousand thoughts, and he couldn’t focus. It seemed like every time he captured one, it led to another, and another. There was too much in his head, from the baby to Regan to The Aegis, to his siblings, to … everything.

  It didn’t help that his body vibrated with all the deaths around the world. He felt it all, like a million knives carving his muscles beneath his skin. And alongside the tremors that made him want to gate himself to the scenes of death and kill whoever was still standing was a spiraling storm of need that intensified in Regan’s presence.

  Always before, when he was worked up from death and destruction, his instinct had been to kill. The dark desire was still there, a throbbing, malevolent urge, but he also wanted sex. He wanted to drop Regan to the floor and drill into her until he didn’t have the energy for violence.

  She’d awakened something in him the night she’d taken him, and there was no putting it back to sleep.

  The sound of footsteps rang out… heavy ones, which meant Ares had arrived. And he was armored. More footsteps, softer, but with the distinct click of hellhound claws on stone.

  Drawing his sword, Than swung around. “Keep the mutt away from me, brother.”

  Ares’s expression was stony. “Where is Regan?”

  “Go to hell.” The hellhound, a shaggy black beast that, only about half-grown, was still the size of a wildebeest, bared its teeth and crept forward. “I said, keep Hal away.” The last thing he wanted to do was fight the hound. If he hurt Cara’s beloved mutt, she’d have his ass.

  “Then you need to go back to Greece with me.”

  “So you can lock me down again? Not happening.”

  “It’s for your own good.” Ares’s tone was matter-of-fact, as if keeping his brother prisoner was no big deal. But then, Ares had always been a soldier, trained from birth to do anything and everything to win a battle at any cost… even if the price was his brother’s life. Ares was fully prepared to put an end to Pestilence and had been from the beginning, so holding Than captive had no doubt been easy for him.

  “My own good?” Than gritted out. “I spent eight months trapped inside my own head, going insane with boredom.”

  “That’s why we gave you a TV. Movies. Music. Limos and Cara read to you—”

  “You think that’s enough? Do you know how many episodes of Jersey Shore you can watch before you want to gouge out your own eyes? I do, and it’s probably a lot fewer than you’d guess.” Than breathed deeply and paced, because the alternative would end in a lot of blood … both his and Ares’s. “What were you thinking?”

  “We were thinking it would keep you from going atomic.”

  “You wanna see atomic?” Than snarled and brought his fist down on the trestle table, putting a seismic crack in the ancient wood. “You kept a big secret from me, Ares. A secret the size of a baby.”

  Ares paled, which was pretty damned satisfying. “Than…what did you do?”

  Nothing much. I threatened to kill the mother of my child and half the Aegis Elders. “It’s none of your concern.”

  “Where is she?”

  Gripping his sword so hard his hand hurt, Than ignored the question. “Why didn’t you tell me? For months, you and Limos sat at my bedside. And not once in that time did you say anything like, ‘Hey, by the way, you’re going to be a father,’ or ‘Yo, you knocked up the Guardian.’ Would have been good to know.”

  Ares blew out a frustrated breath. “Dammit, Than. That’s not something you say to someone who can’t react. You’d have laid there with no way to ask questions and with who knows what going through your head.”

  “And whose fault is that?” he shot back.

  Flickering light from the fire danced in Ares’s dark eyes, obscuring any telltale hints of what his brother was thinking. “The plan was to wait to rouse you until the baby was born. At that point, we were going to decide what to tell you.”

  “Decide what to tell me?” Thanatos frowned, and then sucked in a harsh breath as realization dawned. “You weren’t going to tell me, were you?” He felt the ground shift beneath him as the magnitude of Ares’s and Limos’s betrayal rocked him. “You weren’t going to tell me I was a father.”

  “Yes we were, but the rest of the plan isn’t about you.” Ares held up his hands in a soothing gesture that was so not soothing. “If Pestilence finds out about Regan’s pregnancy, the child’s life will be in danger.”

  Son of a—Okay, yeah, there was that. He’d been out of his mind for a while there, but Ares was right. “Pestilence would love to hurt me through a child.”

  “More than that,” Ares said. “We think the baby is your agimortus.”

  Of course. Than had spent the last months wondering why his Seal hadn’t broken and trying to figure out what would break it. And now the warmth he felt when he was near Regan made sense. He was feeling his agimortus.

  “How did you get free?” Ares asked. “You weren’t due for another dose of hellhound venom for a couple of hours.”

  Thanatos glared at Hal, and he swore the mutt smiled. “I felt a pull that seemed to neutralize the effect of the venom. Turns out it was the baby.” Than nearly stumbled over the baby word. So… foreign. “I didn’t know what it was until I got to Aegis headquarters and found Regan. There were demons loose, and she and the baby were in danger.”

  “So you sensed the child?”

  “Apparently.” The sense had dulled now that the immediate danger had passed, but inside, he definitely vibrated with an awareness that had been with him for months but that he hadn’t been able to identify. “You’ve always been able to sense your agimortus. Must be why I can feel the baby.” He gnashed his teeth, frustrated by pretty much everything that had happened today. “By the way, I saw Hades. He said Reseph has his sights set on destroying Azagoth and Sheoul-gra.”

  “Not much we can do about that. We’ve got enough on our plates in the human realm. Underworlders are on their own. Now, where is Regan?” Ares repeated.

  “She’s safe. That’s all you need to know.”

  “Shit,” Ares muttered. “You need to return her to The Aegis. That’s the only way she’ll be safe.”

  “You think I can’t protect her?”

  “Your temper—”

  “My temper is under control,” he roared, and yep, that display surely convinced Ares.

  Ares smoothed his hand over the hound’s head, calming the beast. What a huge change, given that only a year ago Ares had been gunning to destroy every hellhound in existence.

  “You don’t remember, do you?” he asked quietly.

  Uh-oh. “Remember what?”

  “The reason we incapacitated you in the first place.”

  Than’s stomach turned over. He didn’t want to know. He really didn’t. The scorpion started stinging his neck, letting him know that what he’d done was poison to his very soul. “What … shit, what did I do?”

  “You nuked the island, almost killed Arik, and very nearly damaged Reaver and Limos permanently.”

  Thanatos’s mind spun with confusion. “What island?” The look on Ares’s
face said it all, and Than stumbled back a step. “No. Not this island. Oh, Jesus. How … how bad?” Than asked, but deep down, he knew. Vampires were immune to his death blasts, but few others were.

  “Angels intercepted the shockwave, but they couldn’t save many. You left few alive.”

  It all came back in a rush, a broken dam releasing so many memories. The thousands of the souls in his armor went crazy, evidence of what he’d done.

  If a million angels descended on him right now and cast a million lightning bolts at him, the punishment wouldn’t be enough. If it went on for centuries it would n’t be enough.

  “I was so angry at Regan … at her betrayal. The Aegis fucked us over, and then Reseph…” Thanatos had been riding Styx hard, chasing Regan across the frozen tundra, and Reseph…no, Pestilence …had come out of nowhere, had beaten Than to a bloody pulp and nearly killed Styx. If not for Cara, the stallion would be dead.

  “That’s why we didn’t want to tell you about Regan and the baby. We mentioned her name once, outside the bedroom door. You must have overheard, because you let out a mini death wave that killed two of my Ramreels.” Ares’s voice warbled, just a little, but for him, that was a major show of emotion. “We didn’t know what you’d do if we actually tried to talk to you about her.”

  “Shit, Ares. I’m sorry.” Thanatos rubbed his sternum, but it didn’t relieve the heavy crush of guilt. “Why did The Aegis do it? Regan claims she didn’t drug the wine—”

  “She didn’t. The Aegis is still at the heart of it, but no, Pestilence arranged for the wine.”

  “How?”

  “He replaced Atrius with a doppelgänger. We found the doppelgänger dead.”

  Which meant that Atrius was dead, too. Doppelgängers and the being they were created to replace shared life forces. Damn it! Atrius’s sense of humor had lightened up the keep, and he’d been instrumental in keeping the rivalry between the nightwalker and daywalker vamps in check. Than would miss him.