Blood Trinity

by Sherrilyn Kenyon; Dianna Love

  Storm made no move toward the park as he eyed her with an intentness that unsettled her. “Finish all your errands?”

  “For now.” She’d have to come up with a believable reason for taking off to meet Isak by four thirty, which was only a few hours away.

  And before that she needed to come up with a reason why her aura wasn’t human. Luckily Isak’s phone had buzzed less than a heartbeat after his declaration that her aura didn’t appear human. She had no idea what it’d been about, but it’d caused him to excuse himself and take off immediately.

  She had a couple hours to come up with some way to explain her nonhuman aura.

  In the meantime, the safest conversation around her foremost problem—Storm—would be for her to ask him questions. “You find anything on the stone yet?”

  “Just got here myself.”

  “Where’ve you been?” She inwardly cringed the moment the words were out of her mouth. Why didn’t life have an Undo button? He’d been tracking the Birrn and looking for her ties to it. Which was the last thing she wanted to remind him of and talk about.

  His expression gave nothing away. “Running down rabbit trails trying to confirm some leads.”

  When he didn’t share anything more like playing chess with Kellman, she decided a change in topic was the safest course of action. “Let’s start walking the park.”

  “After you.”

  Double cringing at the thought of having him at her back, she angled toward the darker parts of the park, where her vision thrived.

  But honestly, her thoughts were not on the stone. They were on her goose getting fricasseed.

  How would she know if Storm had found something damning? The quickest way would be to ask, but that was also the fastest way to walk herself into verbal quicksand if he turned the conversation around to what she knew about the demon appearance—especially with his powers. Better to stay with safe subjects. “Anybody have new intel on the stone?” She still couldn’t shake that feeling she’d had about it being found.

  Or forget the voice in her head that had warned her.

  Had it been real or imagined?

  Friend or foe?

  Until she knew for sure, she wasn’t putting any stock in the unidentified voice. It could just as easily have been an enemy trying to throw them off the scent and get them out of the vicinity before one of them unearthed it.

  Storm cleared his throat as he kept pace with her. “No one’s found anything yet, but the creek running through the park had an unusual overnight eco-change with hyacinths growing like …” He paused, clearly at a loss for an analogy.

  “Like Audrey II in Little Shop of Horrors?” she supplied.

  “I guess so.”

  Evalle paused and took in the confusion in his face. Where had Storm been in recent years not to know what she was talking about?

  He stepped up beside her. “The city had to send in a crew to clean out the creek before a storm flooded the area. Since the stone has the power to affect its immediate environment, like using fast-growing hyacinths to lift it out of the creek and place it in sight of its next owner, Lucien thinks that’s a good sign it’ll be found in that area.”

  Evalle scowled. “But Lucien and Adrianna didn’t see it?”

  “They found plenty of rocks that looked like rocks. Nothing that matched the one Lucien saw the night Trey fought the Kujoo.”

  “Has Trey taken a look?”

  “Yep. He came straight here from the VIPER meeting and arrived as workers were unloading the backhoe. He watched the entire time they dumped rocks and mud on the bank, then stayed until Lucien and Adrianna showed up. Those two spent their shift walking the park, but … nada.”

  “I feel for them. It really sucks when you have to look for something. The least the inconsiderate bastard could have done was have a miniature billboard with an arrow pointing down that said Ngak Stone Here.” She couldn’t help the sarcasm, but did everyone think the rock was going to jump into their hands?

  Storm laughed, which surprised her. He had a nice laugh, one that warmed the air and brushed across her skin. Under different circumstances she might actually like working with him.

  He added, “Lucien had Adrianna walk along the bank by herself hoping the stone would reveal itself to her, but no luck. Apparently she’s not the powerful female it wants.”

  Evalle stopped and turned to search his face to see if he considered that as bad an idea as she did.

  He lifted his hand in a gesture of dismissal. “I don’t know if I’d have done that, but I wasn’t assigned to work with her.”

  Did she hear relief in his voice on that last part? She should leave well enough alone, but the need to know where she stood with everyone, even Storm, gnawed at her. “Can’t be any worse than working with an Alterant, can it?”

  “I have no issue with witches. I’ve known some I now call friends and trust to watch my back in any situation, but not a Sterling witch. I told Sen up front that I had limitations when it came to working with any of his agents. I normally work alone.”

  He hadn’t really answered her question about being partnered with an Alterant in particular. “So why did you agree to partner with me? Or is the truth that you’re not really here to be a partner?”

  No answer.

  And that made her sweat. She plodded along beside him, waiting for a response, but Storm still hadn’t said a word by the time she stepped on the paved road that ran across the upper end of the park. Within three long strides she passed through the streetlights along the drive and returned to the black abyss surrounding the rest of the park.

  “Did you hear me, Storm?”

  “Yes.”

  “And?” She stopped walking.

  He paused, then turned around slowly, taking a step toward her until they were only inches apart. Close enough to feel his soft breath ripple across her hair and forehead.

  He raised his hand and extended a finger to touch her face.

  She didn’t want to retreat and give up any ground to him, but neither did she want to allow a second man to eat up so much of her personal space tonight.

  Indecision destroyed any chance to react.

  His finger touched her hair, then traced around the curve of her ear. “Do you know you smell like mint and flowers?”

  Her pulse ticked harder. Did he like the way she smelled?

  She could understand the flowers, since she grew a few in her underground home, but she had no idea about the mint. “Not really. What’s the way I smell got to do with answering why you agreed to work with me?”

  “I had no idea I’d ever agree to partner with you until I walked into the war room. Trust me, it shocked the hell out of me, too. The mint hit me first, but it was the floral smell that threw me. There you were, all decked out like a tough biker, yet you smelled like a delicate flower. When I sat down by you, those two scents hit me at once and I knew instantly what they meant.”

  “What?” That whispered question had slipped past her lips without waiting for permission from her brain.

  “Mint is refreshingly different and so strong that it’s overwhelming to many. Flowers may look fragile, and yet some, like the lotus that only thrives in mud, withstand the most brutal of environments to beautify a world that has tried its best to destroy them. They both suit you, and I knew that I could go against my grain and work with someone like you.”

  His words seduced her with an ease she found frightening and unsettling. It felt as though he’d peered straight into her soul and laid bare her scars.

  Storm thought she was different, fragile and determined.

  He was wrong about fragile.

  But he’d exposed something she refused to analyze about herself, and the last thing she wanted was for him to think he’d figured her out or had reached her in any way. Not this man who worked as Sen’s eyes and ears.

  She stared at him blankly. “Wow, you’re one of those men who can read a bubble gum wrapper and see the decoding of the entire
universe.” She leaned in closer, like she was imparting the world’s greatest secret. “But sometimes, it’s just a wrapper. I chew a lot of mint gum and must have brushed up against a flowering bush at some point. Simple explanations that have nothing to do with my personality or humanity … or lack thereof.”

  His eyes crinkled, seeing everything she tried to hide. “No, this isn’t something that clings to you. It’s a scent born from who you are.”

  She’d forgotten that his finger still rested against her neck until it circled around to toy with a thick lock of her hair. If she pulled away, he’d know how much that tiny connection between them affected her. Be damned if she’d give him even that much.

  Her heart thrummed with a feather of excitement that slid along a blade’s edge of fear, but she wouldn’t show a weakness. Not to him or to anyone.

  Ever.

  His touch left a path of skin sizzling in its wake. “I agreed to partner with you because you’re not like the others.”

  Not like the others.

  A freak.

  Which brought her back to reality and the real reason Storm had been teamed up with her—to catch her in a lie.

  Allowing this attraction to blind her to the danger he presented would be a fatal mistake. He was playing with her, toying with her emotions. He’d already proven he could influence her with his powers.

  Was he doing that right now? Was any part of her current emotions real, or were they sent to her by him?

  If she didn’t get her guard up, he would help Sen destroy her.

  She stepped back, breaking the connection. “Don’t play games with me or think for a minute that I’ll fall victim to your charms.”

  If not for her night-vision ability, she wouldn’t have seen his brow tighten into a frown. He gave a harsh laugh, then shook his head at some inner thought. “I don’t think you’ve ever played games in your life, have you, Evalle?”

  Games were for children who didn’t know about monsters.

  And some of the worst monsters out there were actually human.

  Admitting she’d never been a normal child who’d played with other children just made her look more like a freak. Keeping silent was the safest course of action.

  He let out a long breath. “I only used my powers one time, and it was not to harm you in any way. Have I given you any other reason not to trust me?”

  Let me think … besides working with Sen?

  Wasn’t that enough?

  And he still hadn’t confirmed or denied her charge that he was here to help Sen. He might not have used his powers to harm her, but he’d used them to influence her. In another situation she might have appreciated his intervention that had shut down her silent panic during the meeting. However, Storm had no reason to do something just to be nice.

  She didn’t trust nice. She knew better. Altruism was a lie people used to disarm the weak. She didn’t trust that he liked how she smelled. Didn’t trust that she liked how he smelled.

  Rather than admit any of that, she shrugged. “You haven’t given me a reason to trust you, and talking isn’t going to find the stone. We need to get moving.”

  He stayed where he was, blocking the path. “What are you always so torqued about?”

  “We don’t have enough time to go through the list.” She folded her arms, striking her I’m-done-with-this pose.

  “Let me narrow it down. What have I done to piss you off? And don’t give me your baseless conspiracy theory about how I’m working against you.”

  “Baseless? Maybe I’m not PO’d so much as that whole ‘we can be friends’ routine doesn’t work on me any more than your flirting.” Wonder if that lit up his lie meter?

  He wanted her to trust him?

  Right.

  Not without a test, and the one she had in mind was a simple pass or fail.

  “If you want to prove yourself trustworthy, how about telling me what you found out about the Birrn killing?”

  “You want to keep this all business? Fine.” He closed the distance between them until she could see the black pupils in his eyes drilling her. “I picked up a couple scents. One was mint.”

  In spite of the heat simmering the air around them, her skin chilled at that and felt clammy. He could link her to the Birrn demon.

  Had he told Sen yet?

  Before she could utter a word, light sparked on her left. Evalle backed away from Storm and the flash of light.

  Sen’s face and body appeared as bright as a match struck in the dark. “I’ve come for you, Alterant.”

  “Why?” But her brain filled in the blanks.

  She looked at Storm. The bastard had betrayed her. She knew it. “You dog.”

  “I’ll drive her up,” Storm offered.

  Sen’s eyes closed to slits. Both Evalle and Sen shouted, “No!”

  Taking a step back, Evalle looked toward the street. If she could get away from Sen, she could contact Tzader and let him know what was happening without Sen or Storm overhearing her. “My bike’s two blocks from the park.”

  “Leave it,” Sen ordered. “They are waiting for you.”

  “They? They who?”

  But Sen didn’t answer, and the only “they” she could think of was the Tribunal.

  She tried again. “Don’t I get a suspension hearing?” She swung around to argue with Sen and froze when she saw his hand outstretched toward her. “No, no, no … don’t—”

  The world spun into a gray cloud. She heard Storm call out something, but it was lost in the sickening vertigo building in her head from the gut-wrenching turmoil of being teleported.

  The world sucked out of sight and she was gone—heading straight for her worst nightmare.

  FIFTEEN

  She hated the smell of the past.

  Almost as much as she hated Sen.

  Peeking through her sunglasses, Evalle snuck a look at the Nether Realm where Tribunals convened, a neutral zone for all entities who supported the VIPER coalition.

  A Tribunal was composed of three entities whose pantheons had no direct or indirect relationship to the situation surrounding the supernatural being in question.

  Decisions could be made here without danger of retribution. Decisions about whether she remained free or not.

  She kept her head down and held her body perfectly still as though she hadn’t regained her equilibrium yet, but with her insides shaking, that required supreme effort. The last time Sen had teleported her to a Tribunal meeting she’d come to and retched all over his boots. Must be why he’d left her kneeling on a pad of dense grass this time and stood several feet away, glowering at her.

  He was no longer her major concern. Not here.

  Power sang through the air from the two gods and one goddess standing on the raised platform of white marble streaked with veins of gold. The dais was set in the center of a circular tract of land the size of a city block where the world fell away at the edges and a starlit black sky overhead crossed from side to side.

  Sort of like kneeling inside an unshaken snow globe at night.

  Imposing on the time of powerful beings was never wise. However, her life, for some unknown reason, was in question, and she needed to quickly gather her wits.

  She mustered humility. “Might I have a moment to recover my balance?”

  “You may have a moment.” The Polynesian goddess Pele was incredibly beautiful and obviously the only one who was gracious. Surprising, since Pele was known for her temper as much as her exotic beauty. Black hair swept around her bare shoulders in stark contrast to the vibrant flowers woven into the material of her strapless gown.

  Standing on Pele’s right was Ares, the Greek god of war, who might sympathize with Evalle’s struggle to retain her freedom, since he’d been held captive by two giants for thirteen months once. Might, if he wasn’t one gigantic, aggressive mass waiting to attack someone or something. He crossed arms that bulged with muscle on top of muscle. His legs were positioned in a wide war stance, his body battle-rea
dy, with a bronze cuirass and greaves. Wavy blond hair fell to his shoulders and matched the well-trimmed beard around his terse mouth.

  Loki rounded out Evalle’s supreme court of justice. The Norse god was a trickster at heart. Narrow horns as long as Evalle’s arm snaked out from his forehead and curved up until the tips pointed forward. He had demonic tendencies running through his veins, but she’d bet he wouldn’t go quietly into a cell either. His gaze traveled everywhere and back in seconds while he flipped a furry glowing orb back and forth from hand to hand.

  Any other time, Evalle would consider Loki’s presence a plus, since he might see the trouble Alterants had caused as no different than things he’d done in the past. But putting him in the same space as Ares could turn lethal. Fast.

  Probably why the two gods had been positioned on each side of Pele.

  This whole deal was wrong.

  Sen couldn’t take Evalle straight from suspicion to a Tribunal, not without irrefutable evidence that proved beyond a doubt that she was a threat to humanity.

  “Alterant.” Sen growled deeper than an agitated lion.

  She ignored him when she lifted her chin to let everyone know she was ready to proceed. “I come before you both humble and confused, as I don’t know of any infraction I am guilty of.”

  Sen addressed the Tribunal. “It would appear that the Alterant has recovered from being teleported.”

  Evalle held her composure, but one day she’d pay Sen back for every slight and indignity.

  It was a day that couldn’t come soon enough.

  Pele spoke first. “Do you call upon one to witness for you?”

  Evalle had only faced the Tribunal once before, which was one time more than any other agent she’d ever heard of. The last time she’d been given this option she’d requested Tzader’s participation. Sen had treated her as though she was an imbecile for not realizing she could only ask for Brina or Macha to be called forth.

  The Tribunal’s version of phone-a-friend. She’d passed on asking for Brina last time rather than be humiliated when the warrior queen failed to show for an Alterant.