Dark Side of the Moon (12 page)

In fact, with the exception of the small eating area, the counter, the bakery area, and one small storeroom, the rest of the monstrous building was essentially command central for the Seattle-based Squires. There were high-tech computers that kept tabs on virtually everything to do with them. Where they lived, shopped, and patrolled. There were databases of local businesses they owned. Lists of who worked for the city, state, and federal government, and those who were assigned to particular Dark-Hunters in the area.

Apparently, there were nine main Dark-Hunters in various parts of the city while another six were assigned to outlying areas such as Bainbridge Island, Bremerton, and Redmond.

There was also a hospital set up to tend any Dark-Hunter or Squire who was injured in a way that didn't lend itself to visiting a traditional medical facility without freaking out the “ords.”
Ords
being a slang term for “ordinaries,” who were people who had no clue about their world. Personally, Susan wanted to return to being an ord, but she knew better than to even ask.

But what fascinated her most was the one lone man who sat in an office where he monitored all the local emergency bands. He'd been the one to tell her that the call hadn't gone out on dispatch to those cops who had come to her house, when she and Ravyn had been attacked. If it had, he'd have known it. They had been sent from behind the scenes, which begged the question who had sent them.

“Here, Sue.”

She turned to find Leo behind her with what appeared to be a leather-bound phone book in his hand. “What is that?”

“The Squire's handbook I told you about.”

He handed it to her and she almost dropped it. The huge thing had to weigh at least fifteen pounds and it smelled like her grandmother's old mothball-infested cedar closet. “You've got to be kidding me.”

He gave her a grim stare. “And you'll be tested on it, too.”

She gaped.

“Just kidding.” He smiled. “But it will explain exactly who and what we are. There's also a lot more information in there about Daimons, Apollites, and emergency numbers for every major city.”

“And the Dark-Hunters? Is there anything about them?”

“Oh, yeah. Lots of stuff about them. Their history and origins. If you go to our Web site, Dark-Hunter.com, there's an online database that tells you the names of all the Dark-Hunters, as well as a profile page about their general age and background.”

“Really?”

He nodded.

Now that could be useful. “Is it safe? I would think having all that online would just be inviting hacker trouble.”

Screwing up his face, he shook his head. “Not really, but we have our own hackers who keep the rest at bay. And if someone does, perchance, find their way around our security precautions, they get a rude visit—”

“Let me guess, from Otto?”

“No … people who make Otto look fluffy.”

Now that was something she would love to see, but not knocking on
her
door.

Susan tried to balance the book in one hand to flip through it, but it was too big for that. So she resorted to asking more questions. “What about Squires? Does the Web site tell about them, too?”

“Only a handful. We keep a lower profile as a rule. And there are a lot more of us than there are Dark-Hunters. They number in the thousands while we are tens of thousands worldwide.” He tapped the cover of the tome and winked at her. “Happy reading.”

Susan grunted at him. “Up yours, Leo.”

He gave her a devilish grin. “Yeah, I know.”

Sighing, Susan decided to find herself a quiet room to read in. She opened the first door she came to and pulled up short as she found herself in the same room as Ravyn, who was asleep on a red futon.

It was all she could do to catch her breath as she saw him lying facedown, entwined in the stark white sheets that seemed to just highlight how tan his skin was. And the man was tan
all
over. That dark, tawny shade appeared to be his natural skin tone.

It was enough to set her heart pounding. He was all sinewy muscle. All man—in a shapeshifting … leopard … undead kind of way. And even stranger than that, most of the bullet wounds on his back were nothing more than puckered scars. Leo had told her that the Dark-Hunters healed fast, but dang. They really didn't waste any time with mending those wounds.

He opened one black eye to stare at her. “You need something?” His voice had a rumbling quality to it that was deepened by his sleep.

“I thought this room was empty. Sorry.”

He stretched before he rolled over, and the sheet slipped to give her a nice view of one bare hip and the trail of black hair that ran from his navel to a thicker patch of hair. A wicked part of herself was hoping the sheet would pull down another few millimeters so that she could glimpse the rest of him.

Okay, so she already knew what he looked like naked, but earlier she'd been a bit occupied to notice the finer details of his body. Now she was feeling a little greedy and if the man wanted to run around naked …

Well, far be it from her to complain.

“No problem.” He yawned as he scratched the arm that up until a short time ago had also had a bullet in it. Now it appeared all healed like the rest of him. “You doing any better?”

His question and the concern she heard in his deep voice surprised her. Why would he even care, and yet a part of her was grateful that even if he didn't, he at least pretended to. Having spent her entire adulthood alone, she really ached to have someone just for her. Someone whose love she didn't have to share. It was selfish, but she really did want to find that one person who could love her unconditionally. “I honestly don't know. What about you?”

He looked down and ran his hand over his tight, perfect chest. “Pretty much healed.”

It was so strange to try to reconcile this man with the one she'd seen viciously kill the half-Apollite earlier. A chill went down her spine at the memory. Ravyn might be acting friendly toward her at the moment, but he was a ruthless killer. He hadn't even blinked or hesitated at taking the lives of those men in her house. Whether justified or not, it was a sobering thought that life meant so little to him.

Suddenly uneasy, she stepped back into the hallway. “Well, I won't keep you. You probably need more sleep.”

He pulled the sheet up higher and tucked his exposed leg under it. “Yeah.”

Nodding, she pulled the door closed and backtracked to the room she'd been in earlier that held the computers Leo had told her were for regular Squire use.

Kyl was in there alone, typing furiously at one station.

“Can I borrow one?” she asked hesitantly. Kyl, like Otto, still acted as if he'd like to kill her.

He looked up but didn't break in his typing at all. “The one on your left.”

She sat down, placed the book beside her, then wiggled the mouse. As soon as the screen came up, she tried the site Leo had mentioned, only to pull up a porn site. “Holy cripes. I don't think this is right.”

Kyl frowned at her. “What?”

“Leo said there was a Dark-Hunter Web site, but I don't think I have the right URL.”

He laughed at her. “You didn't put the dash in between
Dark
and
Hunter,
did you?”

She looked at the field and realized he was right. “No.”

“Put it there and try again.”

Susan did and breathed a little easier as the right page came up. It was all black-and-white. “How very monochromatic.”

Kyl snorted. “It's easier on the Dark-Hunters' eyes. They're a lot more sensitive than human eyes. The dark background is the easiest one for them to read.”

Hmmm, that was interesting. “Why's their sight different?”

“If you'll read your manual, which should be used for information and
not
a doorstop, you'll see that since they hunt during the night, they have special night vision. Their eyes are always dilated, so bright light is painful to them. It's why many of them wear dark sunglasses even indoors.”

Tucking that away into her brain in case she ever needed to blind one of them, Susan clicked for the Dark-Hunter profiles and paused as she saw Ravyn Kontis's name. Oh, it was too much to resist. Clicking on it, she quickly read what they had listed for him.

It was actually highly fascinating. He was born in ancient Greece—304
B.C.
to be precise. Dang, he was an old coot. She hoped she looked that good at two thousand plus years.

She somehow doubted it though.

But as she was reading, she realized that the Were-Hunters, the shapeshifting branch in all this, didn't live normal life spans. Rather, they lived for hundreds of years and, unlike humans, they didn't have to live chronologically. They could move through time.

Impressive, but it also begged one major question. “Is Ravyn's family still alive?”

Kyl paused in his typing. “Technically yes, but no, not really.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ravyn's a Were-Hunter. They're
cousins
to the Apollites and to the Daimons who are hunted by the Dark-Hunters. Since they share the same bloodline, many of the Were-Hunters run sanctuaries that protect the Daimons from the Dark-Hunters. Because of that, Ravyn was denounced when he became a Dark-Hunter. He's not allowed near any of his kinsmen in any incarnation.”

Susan's heart clenched. Having had her own father turn his back on her, she fully understood the pain of rejection. But at least she'd never known her father. How much worse would it be to have someone she loved turn her out?

“Here in Seattle. His father owns one of the sanctuaries just a few blocks over.”

Her jaw dropped at that. “And none of them ever talk to him?”

He gave an odd half laugh. “Nooo.” He stretched the word out with meaning. “They're not even allowed to say his name. He's completely dead to them.”

“If they felt so strongly about that, why did he become a Dark-Hunter?”

Kyl shrugged. “You'll have to ask him.”

“Hey, Kyl?”

They both turned to look at the doorway where Jack stood in the small opening. “Have you heard anything from Brian?”

“No, why?”

“We sent him over to check on Cael, but he hasn't come back yet and he's not answering his phone.”

Kyl scowled. “That's weird.”

Jack agreed with him. “We thought so, too, and it's dusk already. Should we send someone after him?”

Kyl hesitated. “Has the sun set?”

“Ten minutes ago.”

He cursed.

Susan was perplexed by his hostility. “Is that bad?”

Both men gave her a “duh” stare. But it was Kyl who answered. “Just a little bit. At sunset, the Daimons are free to prowl.” He let out a tired breath. “Man, times like this I really miss home.”

“Home?” she asked.

“New Orleans. Down there, the Daimons are much more laid-back and tend to take their time before they hunt. Up here, they're way too caffeinated. As soon as the sun sets, they call for parties.” He looked at Jack. “How many Blood Rites are around here right now?”

“You and Leo. Otto should be back in a few and Jessica later tonight.”

Kyl stroked his chin as he considered that. “Let me know the instant Otto gets back and we'll go check on Brian.”

There was something in his demeanor that struck her. He was scared and trying hard not to show it. After Jack left, she got up and approached him. “What are you
not
saying?”

His face turned stoic and cold. “Nothing.”

Yeah. Right.
Susan cocked her head and narrowed her eyes on him. “Look at me, Kyl. No bullshit. I used to be one of the best reporters in this country and if there's one thing I know, it's body language. And yours tells me that you're lying about ‘nothing.'”

He dropped his gaze and took a deep breath. Deep sadness darkened his eyes as he rubbed his right biceps. “I probably shouldn't tell you this since it'll only scare you, but what the hell? If I'm right, you need to know.” He paused a few seconds as if he were gathering his thoughts before he spoke again. “We had a bad situation about eighteen months ago in New Orleans. A
real
bad situation. We lost a lot of good people in one night, including one of my best friends and his mother.”

It was obvious that he was still haunted by that night and her heart went out to him. There was nothing worse than trying to deal with tragedy.

“And you think this is going to be the same?”

His gaze burned her. “It's just a feeling I have. I know it sounds hokey. But I'm a Creole with a long line of people who know the mojo. As my grandmother would say, ‘I can feel the evil on the wind.' It's the same feeling you get whenever someone steps on your grave.”

Okay, now he was really beginning to freak her out.

All of a sudden, there was a loud crash outside that sounded like someone trying to break down a wall.

Susan jumped as her heart lodged itself in her throat. Good grief, what was happening now?

Kyl dashed from his seat, out of the room. Susan followed hot on his heels as he led her back toward the loading dock where there was a red Saleen S7 that someone had crashed into a Dumpster.

The door of the expensive sports car lifted open to show a young woman around the age of twenty, dressed as a Goth. Wearing all black except for her bloodred stockings and biker boots that had flames on them, she was cute enough as she leaped out of the car with bright blue eyes that were round in terror.

“Dammit, Erika!” Ravyn shouted from behind Susan as he joined them. “What have you done to my car?”

Susan put her finger in her ear and cringed as Ravyn bellowed as if he were in pain. She turned to see that he was dressed in a pair of black jeans, with a loose button-down black shirt that was opened at the neck. The look on his face promised Armageddon to the girl who'd damaged what appeared to be a prized possession.