The Darkest Craving lotu-11

by Gena Showalter

  He couldn’t even imagine what would have happened to him if he’d never gone back for her. Disaster had tried to stop him, and maybe the Moirai had even tried to stop him, but there was something in him that was greater than both. Love. And love couldn’t ever be stopped.

  Kane parted her legs and slid inside her—home, this was his home—then set out to slowly drive them both insane. She writhed against him, losing herself to the pleasure, the passion, the moment, the inexorable connection.

  He was the one to beg for more. He couldn’t get enough.

  His control began to fray. Always she had that effect on him. His motions came quicker, harder. And when he began to surge so forcefully her head banged into the wall, her lips parted on a scream of pleasure. She arched her back, taking him even deeper, and he found himself following her over the edge, growling and shuddering with the force of his release.

  He wasn’t sure how much time passed before he recovered enough to pick her up and carry her to the bed. He only knew he didn’t want to let her go. Touching her was a need, a requirement. And not knowing how much longer he would be with her made the thought of separation so much more difficult.

  But he had to go. She needed sleep, and if he stayed, he would take her again.

  She snuggled under the covers and gazed up at him sleepily.

  “Do you still love me?” he asked.

  “Always.”

  “I love you, too.” He kissed her brow. “So much. You’re my number one.”

  “Number one,” she said on a contented sigh. “What I’ve always wanted to be.”

  By the time he straightened, she was already asleep. He dressed, stepped into the hall. When he stepped forward, intending to return to the throne room, Malcolm appeared just in front of him, stopping him.

  Startled, he furrowed his brow. “You want to tell me what’s going on and why I keep seeing you?”

  “Want? No. Will I?” Malcolm shrugged. “In a moment. First, tell me why you’re so unhappy.”

  “Unhappy? When I’ve done everything I set out to do, giving Tink a new life, a reason to live?” He tried to scoff. He failed.

  “Yes,” the Sent One said.

  “Why do you care?”

  “We will get to that, as well.”

  He popped his jaw, and admitted, “I don’t want to ever leave my wife. I’d return to the way things were, with Disaster, but I also don’t want the demon able to hurt her. Basically, I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t.”

  “And that is the crux of a curse such as yours. But perhaps I can soften the blow.”

  “What do you mean?” Kane demanded.

  You’ll never be rid of me, Disaster said, his low, whispery voice wafting through Kane’s mind. Determined as he was to survive, the demon had lost his fear of Malcolm.

  Kane’s hands fisted.

  “I will kill Disaster, once and for all,” Malcolm said. “I will burn the evil out of you. No demon can withstand the sword of fire. The problem is, this will—”

  “Kill me, too,” Kane said hollowly. Everything always came back to that. “How does that help me get what I want most? A demon-free future with my wife?”

  “It doesn’t. But at least your spirit will live on.”

  “That’s exactly what would happen without your sword of fire.”

  “Yes, but without the fire, the essence of the demon’s evil will remain inside you, and when you die, your spirit will go down rather than up.”

  Meaning, if he died the way he’d intended, his spirit would go to hell. For all eternity. Trapped with more demons. Suddenly Kane had to fight to breathe. He hadn’t considered such a consequence. “My friend Baden was beheaded while he was possessed. He went to another realm.”

  “Yes, and that realm is located in a corridor of hell. The people there don’t know it yet, but they will. Every day the walls thin a little more.”

  Kane tangled a hand in his hair. Poor Baden.

  “If I do this,” Malcolm continued, “I could be kicked from the skies. Killing a man is against the rules.”

  “I’m not exactly a man.”

  “Close enough. Probably.”

  “So what do you want in return?” he asked again.

  “Your wedding ring.”

  “My ring?”

  The Sent One gave a single, stiff nod. “You heard correctly. And keep in mind, Disaster is about to take a final stand. He’s weak, but he won’t die calmly. I have a feeling the chaos he caused in New York will seem like child’s play.”

  And Tink would be at the center of it.

  “So do we have a deal?” Malcolm asked. “You will give me the ring, and I will kill you and your demon before he has a chance to act out one last time.”

  If he said no, Tink could lose her kingdom amid the chaos Disaster caused. She could be hurt. Or worse.

  Was there really a choice here?

  “Give me one more night with my wife. I’ll meet you in the garden at dawn. So, yes, we have a deal.”

  * * *

  JOSEPHINA LOST COUNT of the number of times Kane made love to her that night, before he fell into an exhausted sleep, but she never grew tired of his advances—because she knew what he was planning to do. Connected to him as she was, she had been waking up inside his head. She didn’t even have to try anymore. This time, she’d overheard his conversation with the Sent One.

  She’d thought she’d known just how badly her husband wanted Disaster killed. But she hadn’t. He was willing to die himself.

  Die.

  Tears filled her eyes, and her chin trembled. Did he not understand she would be lost without him? That she would be right back where she’d started—praying for death?

  I can’t let him do it.

  But...more than she yearned to have him at her side, she yearned to see him happy. To know he was living the life he’d always dreamed.

  She couldn’t have both. Not as long as the demon was inside him. Because, the only way to keep him here, with the demon, was to guilt him, and that she wouldn’t do. She wouldn’t trap him with her emotions the way the minions had once trapped him with their chains.

  She had to let him go, didn’t she?

  Her heart drummed into a too-fast beat. No. She didn’t have to let him go, she realized. Not when she could save him and finally set him free, giving a life for a life.

  Her life for his.

  Almost every day of her existence, she had been punished for other people’s crimes. The past few weeks, she’d done what she’d done to stop that from ever happening again. She’d planned and she’d fought and she’d conquered. But now, she had a chance to end Kane’s pain once and for all.

  If she took the demon inside herself...if she met with the Sent One...

  She could receive the final blow, saving Kane.

  She would die. Once, a part of her had been resigned to such a fate. Now? All of her rebelled. But for Kane, she would do it. She would act as a blood slave was meant, and willingly take the punishment of another.

  He deserved a chance to be the man he’d always dreamed of being. He could rule these people better than she ever could. And he would. He wouldn’t shrink from the duty just because she wasn’t here. He had too much honor.

  I have to act now. What had her mother used to say? A horse had to be saddled before it could be ridden.

  Knowing she only had a few hours until morning dawned and he would be expected in the garden, she slipped from the bed to quietly dress. Then, using the secret passageways her father had been so fond of, she made her way to the dungeon. Two guards stood sentry at the entrance. They nodded when they spotted her, and moved their crisscrossing swords out of the way. She soared past.

  She had examined the cases of the men and women her father had kept down here, and had found out that most had done nothing more serious than annoy him...or have something he’d wanted. So, she’d released the “offenders” and given them bags of gold from the royal treasury. The money couldn’t make u
p for the pain they’d endured, and the years they’d lost, but it was a start.

  Rather than keep the remaining prisoners out front, their arms shackled above their heads for all to come and view, she’d placed each individual in a cage, and she’d made sure they were far enough away from each other that they couldn’t talk and plan an escape.

  The first cage belonged to her father.

  She peered through the bars. He paced at the far wall, muttering to himself about the injustice of his circumstances. His clothes were ripped, dirty, and his hair tangled.

  He spotted her and froze. “You,” he said on a sizzle of breath. “Let me out. Now.”

  “No.” She shook her head. “You earned your place down here. I’m still trying to fix the messes you created for an entire race of people.”

  “People that belong to me. I can do whatever I choose with them.”

  “Not anymore.”

  His eyes narrowed to tiny slits. “Did you come down here hoping to buy my love? To taunt me with what I lost, and promise to give it back if only I’ll acknowledge you?”

  She laughed without humor, and he blinked in confusion. “The time for that passed long ago. And no, I didn’t come down here to taunt you.”

  “Whatever your reason, it was a mistake.” He raced to the bars and reached through, wrapping his fingers around her neck. She could have avoided contact—but she hadn’t wanted to.

  As he squeezed, she curled her ungloved hands around his wrist and drew from him. Strength. The abilities he possessed.

  He tried to sever the connection, but the suction was simply too powerful.

  When finally she released him, his knees collapsed and he toppled to the floor.

  “Thanks for that,” she said. Her muscles buzzed with energy. Her blood crackled. “It’s why I came. You see, I’m not going to survive the morning, and I’m hoping your abilities will die with me, leaving you as helpless as the people you’ve hurt.”

  As he roared a denial, she moved on to the next hall of cells and came to the queen’s personal quarters. The female was just as dirty as the king, but she turned her back on Josephina, as if she still couldn’t bear to speak with her.

  “I’m proof of his infidelity. You hate me. I get it.”

  Silence. Not even the rasp of breath.

  “I was an innocent party in all of this,” Josephina added, determined to say her piece. “I was a child. I was lonely and scared, and desperately wanted someone to love me. My mother was a woman trapped by circumstance. No one in this realm said no to the king, and you know that. She didn’t want a married man, but rather than help her escape his notice, you shunned her.”

  Annnd, still nothing.

  In a secret place in her heart, she had wanted an apology. An acknowledgment. She would never get it, though, and wouldn’t spend another second hoping for it, wasting this precious energy.

  Sighing, she moved on to Synda’s cell. The girl had heard her and was waiting for her, fingers twined around the bars.

  “Let me out,” the princess begged. “Please.”

  Josephina opened her mouth to pour out every hurt this girl had caused, to voice every wrong she’d had to endure, but she stopped herself. Synda would listen, but she wouldn’t hear. She would nod, but she wouldn’t truly understand. She would tell Josephina everything she longed to be told, Josephina would free her, and Synda would forget what she’d promised. Unlike Kane, the girl had never fought the evil inside her.

  “I’ll let Kane decide what to do with you.” She reached through the bars and cupped her sister’s cheeks. “You need help. I don’t know who you are without the demon, and maybe you don’t, either, but it is possible to fight the demon’s whims.”

  Tears cascaded from the corners of Synda’s eyes. “I know. I just don’t know how to do that.”

  “Talk to Kane. He may not like you at first, but if you’re honest with him, if you’re sincere about wanting help, he’ll come around. Goodbye, Synda.” With that, Josephina released her and walked to her brother’s cell.

  He was sitting in the corner, close to the bars, and facing her. His knees were drawn up, and his head propped against the wall.

  “You look well,” he said.

  She ignored the compliment, saying, “You aren’t going to beg me to free you?”

  “Why should I? For the first time, I’m not looking over my shoulder, expecting death.”

  “Oh, please.” He’d had the pampered, privileged life she’d always envied.

  “It’s true, Josephina. Every day I expected death to come for me.”

  “I don’t see why...unless you treated other girls the way you treated me. You should have been my friend.”

  He shrugged. “I wanted to be more. I still do.”

  “You’re my brother.”

  “I’m not.”

  She frowned. “Of course you are.”

  He laughed bitterly. “You think you were the only child born out of wedlock? You think the king was the only one to have affairs in the years of his marriage? He let me know in no uncertain terms that I wasn’t his child, I was the queen’s, but that he was keeping me because he needed an heir.”

  She...actually believed him, little facts sitting up in her mind. He looked nothing like Tiberius and never had. The king had always been distant with him. Had always chosen Synda over him. Why had she never suspected?

  Shock rattled her knees. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Had anyone found out, I would have been killed.” Another bitter laugh. “Actually, if any of his women had ever had a boy, I would have been killed. I lived day by day. I knew you understood that, and thought it bonded us.”

  It would have. If she’d known. “I would have kept your secret, if only you’d been my friend. I needed your support, not your lust.”

  He traced a symbol on the floor. “Does your...husband treat you well?”

  “He does.”

  “And you like him?”

  “I love him.”

  Sadness darkened his features. “If you ever want him killed, come see me. I’ll take care of it for you.”

  She stood there for a moment, thinking about what could have been between them. Not romance. Never that, even without the blood tie. But companionship. Affection. Support. “Tell Kane what you told me. I’m not sure he’ll show you mercy. You forced your attentions on me, after all, but he might let you live. A part of me likes the thought of you finally finding peace.”

  He smiled sadly. “I never would have forced you, you know. I just wanted the chance to prove how good we could be, despite what you believed about us.”

  Maybe it was naive of her, but she believed that, too. “Goodbye, Leopold.”

  He shouted as she walked away, his voice dripping with concern—that sounded like a permanent goodbye, Josephina—but she kept going.

  Back in her bedroom, she found Kane sleeping soundly on the bed. She reached out and removed the ring from his finger, the key to his future, then smoothed her hands over his brow, the need to touch him too strong to ignore. He leaned into her, his lips curling at the corners.

  Goodbye, my love.

  As if he’d heard the heart-wrenching cry inside her, he cracked open his eyelids. “Tink. Get back in bed, sweetheart. Let me hold you.”

  “Sleep, darling,” she said.

  “Hmm.”

  To ensure he stayed down, she used the same move he’d used on her, squeezing his carotid until he returned to his dreams.

  Then, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist, closed her eyes and drew the darkness out of him and into her, just like she’d done that night in the forest. Before, the demon had entered her with a vengeance. This time, he was too weak to scream obscenities. He was merely a heavy weight inside her, a presence in the back of her mind.

  She released Kane the moment she knew the demon was with her, not wanting to take his strength, too.

  His features smoothed out, and he smiled again, so peaceful her chest ached
. He must have sensed, on some level, that he was now alone.

  No question, she’d made the right decision.

  “I love you,” she said, and kissed his temple. “Never forget.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  KANE AWOKE AS sunlight poured through the open curtains. He sat up with a jolt.

  Morning.

  He jumped out of bed, then cringed, hoping his abruptness hadn’t woken Tink. But she wasn’t in the bed, he realized. He quickly dressed and left the room. She was probably in the breakfast nook.

  It was better this way, he thought. He’d already said goodbye the only way he could. If he were to see her now, he might change his mind. He might break down and cry. If he told her the truth—and she would insist on the truth, and he would give it because he was unable to deny her anything—she would try and stop him. He might let her. Anything for more time with her.

  To avoid the guards and servants, he used the secret passageway to get to the garden, and why was his torso burning? He stopped long enough to look under his clothes, and blinked. The butterfly tattoo had faded significantly. Because the demon was dying?

  In the warmth and light of the new day, he felt strangely calm and burden free, considering he was about to die. He felt...lighter.

  When he turned the corner, he saw Malcolm and Tink standing several yards away. Shock stopped him in his tracks.

  “—the ring, just like you wanted,” Tink said, placing something in the warrior’s hand.

  Malcolm looked down at her. “As thrilled as I am to have it, my deal was with Kane.”

  “And now it’s with me. I absorbed the demon and now carry him in my body.”

  The Sent One frowned. “You don’t look as if you carry the demon.”

  “That’s because he’s too weak to cause any trouble.”

  The conversation confused Kane. He fingered the ring on his—bare skin, he realized. The ring was gone.

  Dread slithered through him.

  “Without the demon, Kane is going to die, anyway,” Malcolm said. “Why should I help you achieve the same fate?”