Sins of the Night (29 page)

Danger closed her eyes as she saw that day so clearly in her mind.

“No, Michel! He is my father.”

There had been no mercy on his face, no compassion in his steel-blue eyes. “He is an aristo. Death to them all.”

“Then kill me too. I will not let you take them while I breathe.”

And so he had shot her … straight in the heart that had loved him so dearly.

“Aristo whore,” he had snarled as she lay dying while her father held her. “Death to you all.”

The last sound she'd heard had been the shot that took her father's life as well.

Anger and pain swelled inside her as those old memories coalesced with her rage over what would happen with Alexion. She still couldn't believe she had learned to trust another man. But now that she had, she didn't want to let him go.

“Do you really believe that we need to have our hearts ripped out?”

His answer was automatic. “A flower can't grow without rain.”

“Too much rain and it drowns.”

“And yet the most beautiful of the lotus flowers are the ones that grow in the deepest mud.”

She snorted at his words. “You're not going to let me win this one, are you?”

“There's nothing to win, Danger. As John Lennon once said, ‘life is what happens while you're making other plans.' It is messy and heartbreaking, but at the same time, it's a thrill ride.”

She shook her head. “It amazes me that you know so much about our culture and icons.”

He shrugged. “I have a lot of time on my hands.”

Danger felt for him. There were times when her life was monotonous … she could only imagine how more so his was. But since it was obvious that the two of them had differing views about how much strife humanity needed, she returned to their original topic.

“You know, I've always wanted to go in and see Elvis's birthplace museum.”

“Why haven't you?”

“They close before dark. But they do have an Elvis Festival in June. That's a lot of fun and there's usually a Daimon or two in the crowd.”

He laughed. “The way you say that it makes me wonder which part is business and which is pleasure.”

She smiled. “I like being a superhero. Not many people are lucky enough to help others.”

“Very true.”

As she drove, Danger got a strange feeling. “Are we being watched again?”

Alexion shook his head. “I don't know why, but Stryker seems to be on hiatus.”

Still, her precognitive powers kept ringing, telling her something weird was going to happen.

It wasn't until they reached her house that she understood why. In her driveway, waiting for them, was a black Aston Martin Vanquish.

That was a car she'd never seen in her neck of the woods before.

“What in the world is Viper doing here?” she asked.

Alexion frowned. Viper was a Dark-Hunter assigned to Memphis, Tennessee—two hours from Tupelo. “That's a good question.”

As Danger pulled in and parked beside the Aston Martin, a tall, handsome black-haired man got out of the car. Even though they were banned from sunlight, Viper still had an olive complexion that looked nicely bronzed—something he'd inherited from his mother's Moorish background.

One of the original Thirteen of Glory who had gone with Pizarro to the Inca city of Tumbez, he'd come to America almost five hundred years ago in search of gold and fame. The Incas had written of Viper and his party, “These men were so bold that they did not fear dangerous things … the strangers traveled across the sea in large wooden houses.”

To this day, Viper feared nothing.

Danger couldn't imagine what had brought him so far from home. She'd only met him once in person, but had spoken with him online and over the phone a few times.

Like most Dark-Hunters, the Spaniard was dressed all in black. He had on a pair of pleated black slacks and a skin-tight T-shirt. His hair was short and stylishly trimmed. As he waited for them to leave the car, he pulled his sunglasses off and tossed them into his seat.

“
Hola,
Viper,” she said in greeting as they left the car.
“Cómo está?”

He didn't answer her. Instead, he headed straight for Alexion. Without a word, he buried his fist into Alexion's stomach, then backhanded him.

“Stop!” Danger snapped as she ran to them.

Alexion straightened with a look on his face that threatened Viper's life. For an instant, she half expected him to kill the Spaniard.

Luckily, his restraint held.

But when Viper moved to hit Alexion again, he was thrown back by nothing at all. Xirena came out from under Alexion's sleeve in her shadow form as if ready to kill.

“No, Xirena,” Alexion said forcefully. “It's all right.”

The demon glared at Viper, who crossed himself. “What are you?” he asked, his tone threatening.

“She's a demon,” Danger explained. “And what the hell are you doing? Why did you attack him?”

Viper turned on her with a glare. “He killed Euphemia tonight.”

Danger covered her mouth at the mention of the Greek slave woman who was stationed in Memphis with Viper. Euphemia was a beautiful blond woman who'd been viciously funny and smart.

“Efie's dead?” Alexion asked. “When?”

Viper's hate-filled gaze narrowed on him. “Don't play stupid with me. Stryker has told me all about you.” He turned on her with a curled lip. “And you're helping him.”

“Yes, I'm helping him because he's not killing anyone. Stryker is.”

But Viper wasn't listening. He tried again to reach Alexion, but Xirena went after him with a hiss.

“Xirena, return to me.”

The demon now hissed at Alexion. She looked less than pleased before she returned to shadow form and drifted back beneath his clothes.

Danger cocked her brow. That was an interesting talent.

“You know I didn't kill her,” Alexion said in a calm voice to Viper. “You're upset and you want to blame someone, I respect that. But you know Danger would never be a part of hurting another Dark-Hunter.”

She saw the anguish in Viper's eyes. The grief. He'd known Euphemia a long time and this was obviously killing him emotionally. “They cut her head off.”

Danger pulled him into her arms to offer him comfort. “I'm so sorry, Viper. I am.”

His arms were tense around her as his grief reached out to her and brought tears to her eyes. “How could they do that to her?”

Danger didn't understand it. She never had. “I don't know.”

Alexion moved to stand within striking distance. “Do you really believe we're responsible, Viper? Honestly?”

She could see the indecision on his face as he pulled away. He cut a venomous look at her. “Danger, tell me the truth. Did you have anything to do with this?”

She knew he knew the answer to that. But she could understand and respect his need for confirmation. No doubt he felt betrayed enough. “When did Efie die?”

“Three hours ago.”

Danger reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her receipt for the restaurant and the movie stubs. “As you can see, we were here in town the whole time. There's no way we could have been in Memphis.”

He looked at the tickets and nodded. “Then Stryker is lying to us. Why?”

“He's a Daimon,” she said simply. “He wants us all dead.”

Viper shook his head. “I've known Kyros for centuries. I trusted him.”

“Kyros isn't thinking straight right now,” Danger said. “But we have all got to get our heads on straight or we'll lose them.”

He nodded. “I didn't believe them when they started their crap. Ash has been too helpful to me over the years. I don't often misjudge someone.”

“And you didn't,” Alexion said.

Tears brightened Viper's eyes as a muscle worked in his lean jaw. “Efie didn't deserve what she got. Man, it's a waste of a good woman.” His agonized gaze came back to hers. “I want the ones who are responsible. I want to feel their blood on my hands.”

“We'll get them,” Danger assured him.

Viper looked at Alexion. “I'm sorry I attacked you.”

Alexion shrugged it off. “It's understandable, given the circumstances, and forgiven.”

Danger offered him a smile. That was part of why she loved him so. He understood people in a way few did.

Viper took a deep breath as he looked Alexion over. “I only have one question. If you're not Ash's destroyer, why are you here?”

Alexion's answer was dry and sarcastic. “To make friends and influence people.”

Viper frowned as Danger laughed.

“The influencing people is true,” Alexion said stoically. “But I really don't care about friends. What I do care about are the Dark-Hunters. Kyros and Stryker are right about—”

Danger cleared her throat, interrupting him as she recognized from previous Dark-Hunter encounters where this particular speech was heading: disaster.

Alexion might understand people's emotions and actions, but he didn't know how to talk to them. “Did we not have a discussion about the ‘or else' bit?” she asked him.

He gave her a peeved stare. “Okay, then what do you suggest I say?”

She patted him playfully on the stomach. “Watch and learn.” She turned toward Viper. “How long have you known Ash?”

“Like you, since the night I was made a Dark-Hunter.”

She nodded. “Right, and what did Ash tell you the night you met him?”

Viper fell silent for a minute as if he were reliving the event in his head. “Basically, he said that he was there to show me how to survive.”

“Right. And if he meant that then why would he send someone out to kill you now?”

She saw the truth in Viper's eyes as he realized it. “He wouldn't.”

“No, he wouldn't.” She touched his arm sympathetically. “Don't feel bad. I forgot that part myself, but that is the spiel Ash gives every Dark-Hunter when he first meets them. Then he spends the next few weeks teaching us how to fight and how to live. More than that, we get all the money we can spend, great homes, and servants. If we were just his expendable pawns, in his army, why take such good care of us?”

Viper laughed darkly at that. “You're right. I gave my loyalty, blood, and sweat to the Spanish armada and they didn't give a damn what I ate or where I slept. And my pay stunk.”

She nodded.

“The only Dark-Hunters I have ever killed were the ones who preyed on humans,” Alexion said emphatically. “That is the only thing Acheron will not stand for. And it's the reason I'm sent in. If you're willing to leave the humans alone and let bygones be bygones, so is Acheron. You can go home in peace. But if you think that he's lying to you and that you can do whatever you want to the humans without fear of retribution, then you go home in pieces.”

Danger saw Viper's eyes flash at the threat. She half expected him to attack Alexion again.

To her relief, he didn't.

After a few tense seconds, Viper stepped back. “Kyros is calling together the Dark-Hunters in the area the night after tomorrow. He says he has something to show us about Acheron that will prove his guilt above everything else…” He looked at Alexion. “I won't be there.”

Danger smiled. “Good man.”

“I try most nights.” Viper inclined his head to them. “I better go. We're now short one DH in Memphis, and Danger is draining the shit out of my powers. Not to mention, the last thing I need is to breeze the dawn.”

She nodded.
“Vaya con Dios, Sebastian,”
she said, using Viper's real name.

“Hasta la vista, Francés.”
He looked at Alexion. “
Y tu,
weirdo.”

Alexion laughed.
“Adiós, mi amigo.”

Danger watched as Viper returned to his car. As he drove away, a deep sadness claimed her.

Euphemia was dead …

The pain of the thought ached deep inside her. “How many more Dark-Hunters are they going to kill?”

Alexion came to her and held her close. “It'll be all right.”

“Will it?” She held on to him as morbid thoughts and grief for her comrades poured through her. “What bothers me most is that they got to her in Memphis. How could Stryker attack there and be here to—”

“Bolt-hole,” Alexion said, interrupting her. “He can command them any place and any time. One minute he can be here at your house and in the next, Moscow.”

“Then how do we stop him?”

He gave her a tough stare. “You don't. That's my job.”

“And if you fail?”

“Not an option. We'll get him. I promise.”

And yet even as he said those words, Danger had an awful premonition that they wouldn't. She felt something cold and sinister deep down inside.

Good didn't always win. She knew that better than anyone.

*   *   *

Ash paced the floor of his throne room restlessly. His emotions in turmoil, he tried to block out the images that haunted him.

“I will not interfere.” It was a mantra he'd been chanting all day, and yet how could he not?

The lives and well-being of people he cared about hung in the balance.

He held his hand out and the monitors on his left flashed images of his human life. The horror of it all. The humiliation. The pain and terror. And all because two women had sought to “save” him.

He wouldn't do that to Ias. To interfere with fate or human free will …

It was disastrous.

“Acheron?”

The monitors went blank and he froze as he heard a voice in his head that he wasn't expecting. “Savitar?”

“How many people you got in this head of yours that you have to ask that question?”

He laughed at the man's dry humor. Savitar knew better than anyone else exactly how many voices Acheron heard at any given time.