The Dark King (18 page)

She dropped her sword. "I thought Perseus was your friend.”

“He is!” His big body shook with unchecked emotion and his expression turned bleak.

“Then how can you just standby and let him die?" she asked.

“I have done everything in my power to try to change his mind. Nothing I said made any difference.” His shoulders dropped. “All Perseus cares about is ascending to the throne.”

There had to be something they could do. She felt so helpless. Tears filled Taylor's eyes.

Kon's gaze widened in alarm. "Do not do that." He pointed at her face.

"Do what?" She sniffled.

"Cry." Kon took another step back.

"I won't if you take me to the Pit." It was an empty threat, since she didn't have control over her tears at the moment. The thought of Hades dying in the Pit was too much for her to bear. It felt as if something was ripping her heart in half. Taylor sobbed.

"Fine!" Kon said. "But your presence may distract Perseus and Hades."

"That's what I'm counting on." Taylor ran a hand over her eyes, smearing the tears across her cheeks. "Now let's go."

They reached the Pit in time to see Hades step into the caged arena. His massive chest was bare to the waist and he wore loose leggings that would give him lots of freedom to move. Not that he'd need the clothes once he shifted into his Other form. Taylor spotted Opal in the stands. She was seated in her usual spot, but this time her body was tense as she watched Perseus follow the King into the Pit.

The drums continued to pound, the steady thrum threatened to shatter nerve and bone. Taylor pushed her way through the crowd and rushed over to Opal. "Make them stop!"

Opal glared at her as if she were insane. "Sit down!" she hissed.

He could die... "You can't let him do this," Taylor said.

"What makes you think that the Dark King would listen to me? Do you have any idea what would happen to me, if I tried to stop this challenge?"

Taylor didn't. It hadn't even occurred to her that there might be repercussions. “I thought you wanted to be Queen.”

“I do,” she ground out between clenched teeth. “That’s why I’m seated, showing my respect for the King’s decision.”

Respect could be earned back. Death was forever. "What if I stop them?" She was a stranger. Someone unfamiliar with their customs. Taylor could claim ignorance and it wouldn't be a lie.

Opal stared at her, unblinking. "If you try to do that, I will cut you down." She touched her sword. "Do you understand me?"

Taylor swallowed hard. "Yes." She understood perfectly. Opal might be worried, but she'd do nothing to save the Dark King.

"Now sit down. The last thing we need is for Hades to be distracted by you," she said with so much distaste and venom that it startled Taylor into sitting.

Taylor didn't think seeing her in the stands would make a difference to Hades. His actions as of late spoke far louder than anything he could've uttered. She knew exactly where she stood with the Dark King.

Nowhere.

She glanced at Opal. Her cool regal demeanor screamed power and control. She’d make a great Queen. Taylor looked at Hades. They were perfect for each other. Why hadn’t she seen it before?

The warriors around her were silent. There was no chanting, no growls, and no roars, only the incessant drumming. Everyone stared solemnly at the Pit. Unlike the first fight, there was no posturing. Neither Hades nor Perseus felt the need to do so.

Hades dropped to his knees and grabbed a handful of dirt. He held the soil in his palm, then raised the dirt toward the ceiling and slowly let it slip through his fingertips.

"What is he doing?" Taylor asked.

Opal didn't look her way, but said, "He's offering a prayer to the Goddess."

Taylor sent a quick one to God just in case. She glanced to Opal. "One of them is going to die tonight. Aren't they?"

Her rigid expression remained unchanged. "It’s a pity they do not fight for the throne alone."

"What else is there to fight for?" Taylor asked. Was she referring to the Kingdom? Did Hades own something else that Perseus wanted?

Opal glared at her. “You.” The word came out as a curse.

Taylor shook her head in denial. Opal was wrong. They couldn't be fighting over her. Hades didn’t want a mate. And Perseus… She didn’t really know what he wanted. This was insane! "You need to make them stop or at least let me try."

She didn't want either of them to die. Not over of her. Perseus seemed like a really nice guy. And the thought of losing Hades made her ill. What would she do if he died? Pain crushed her, making her body tremble. If she'd doubted her developing feelings for the Dark King before, she didn't doubt them now.

"No!" Taylor shot to her feet. "You have to stop!" Hades’ gaze locked with hers a second before Opal jerked her back down on the seat.

"This is your last warning,” she snarled. “If you cannot sit here without interfering, then I will have you escorted out of the Pit." And from the look on her face, she would make good on the threat.

Taylor’s fingers curled into tight fists. She couldn't stop it. She couldn't stop them. One of them was going to die. The room seemed to close in around her. She put her head between her knees and prayed for a miracle.

Opal stood and slowly raised her arms. The drums ceased. "A challenge for the throne has been put forth by Phantom Warrior Perseus. The Dark King has accepted. It will be a fight to the death."

A hushed murmur worked its way through the capacity crowd.

"Let the challenge begin!" Opal shouted.

Hades walked to one end of the Pit and Perseus walked to the other. When they reached the far ends, the warriors turned to face each other.

"Perseus, this is your last chance," Hades yelled. "Do you yield?"

"Nay!" He shook his head. "I intend to become the next Phantom King."

Hades acknowledged him. "So be it." The last word had barely left his lips when his body started to morph and grow. Tawny fur bristled over the Dark King's skin, along with several faint black stripes. Claws shot from his fingertips. Tusk-length teeth sprouted in his mouth. Within seconds, Hades was gone, replaced by a monstrous cat that was three times the size of the ligers on Earth.

Taylor had only gotten a glimpse of Hades’ Other on the day she’d arrived. Looking at him now, Hades was even more terrifying...and impressive. It was hard to see the man she'd made love to as she stared at the snarling beast. If it weren't for his aqua blue eyes, she wouldn't have recognized him at all.

Perseus shifted, too, his muscles growing and reshaping. Gone was the handsome dark-haired warrior. In his place stood a mutated lion with dark fur and a thick ruff. Pound for pound they appeared evenly matched, but there was no way of telling who was the better fighter.

Taylor's nails dug into her palms until they bled.

Hades roared. The ferocious sound echoed throughout the room, drawing every eye. Perseus answered the roar with one of his own, then launched himself at the Dark King.

The two cats collided in a flurry of teeth and claws. Scratching and biting, yowling and growling. The fight was vicious and terrifying. Nothing at all like the one between Pitticus and Cornelius.

Perseus sank his claws deep in Hades’ side, leaving crimson furrows and torn sinew behind. The Dark King hissed as fresh blood darkened his pale fur, turning it to rust.

Hades buried his teeth into Perseus' shoulder, ripping away a chunk of flesh. His mouth and whiskers dripped with carnage as he spat the meat out and attacked again. Perseus roared in fury and jerked out of Hades' deadly grasp.

The beasts circled each other, hair raised, tails whipping violently from side-to-side as they searched for another opening. Perseus’ muscles bunched, then he pounced. His sharp claws sought Hades’ face. The Dark King jerked his head to the side. He barely avoided being blinded.

Perseus twisted in mid-air and struck Hades in the chest with his back legs. The warrior’s claws raked the Dark King, taking him to the ground. Hades’ back hit with a loud thud. Dust plumed around their bodies, rising high into the air. Perseus’ lunged. His jaws snapped repeatedly, as he struggled to latch onto Hades’ neck.

Taylor’s heart lodged in her throat. Cold enveloped her, until her whole body was numb. She trembled as fear threatened to overwhelm her. Hades was going to die. She glanced at Opal for reassurance, but a gleam of excitement filled her eyes.

Oh god, she was looking forward to seeing the death of the Dark King. Talk about a fickle, bloodthirsty bitch.

Hades struggled beneath Perseus, his legs straining to keep the cat from landing a killing blow. Triumph filled Perseus’ blood red eyes. Taylor stared at the King, willing him to rise, but all he seemed to be able to do was hold Perseus at bay. Hades’ muscles quivered under the pressure as Perseus bore down upon him.

“Get up,” Taylor whispered. “You have to get up.”
I need you.

Perseus
grinned
at the crowd, confident of his victory. He was so busy gloating that he accidentally loosened his grip. Without warning, Hades struck. He latched onto the thatch of hair around Perseus’ neck and rolled them both. One second Perseus was on top, the next he was sprawled beneath the Dark King.

Never turn your back on a liger.

Perseus twisted and managed to stand, but not for long. Hades’ deadly claws clamped onto Perseus' flank, dragging his back legs out from under him.

Taylor had seen lions do that when they took down zebras in Africa. It was one thing to watch it on a nature channel, quite another to witness the move in person. Her gorge rose.

Hades jumped onto Perseus’ back. His massive jaws fastened onto the warrior’s vulnerable neck. Perseus squirmed out of the hold, but Hades' bulk kept him pinned to the dirt.

The Dark King growled, then violently jerked his head to the right. His sharp tusk-like teeth sliced open Perseus' abdomen, spilling the warrior's intestines onto the ground. Perseus wailed and clawed at the dirt in panic, struggling to escape. Hades clung to his back, his claws continuing to shred the black cat as blood pooled around them. Powerful jaws unerringly found Perseus' neck once more.

The Dark King squeezed.

Perseus gasped for breath.

Taylor hugged herself, as the color drained from her face.

Hades didn’t let up. He continued putting pressure on Perseus’ neck until the warrior’s life force dimmed. Twitching, the lion collapsed beneath the Dark King. Perseus took one last shuddering breath, then died.

Hades remained on top of him, his sharp teeth digging into Perseus' dead flesh. After what felt like an eternity to Taylor, the Dark King jumped off the deceased warrior's back and slowly circled the Pit. His gaze touched everyone in the stands. Hades paused when he reached Taylor and appeared to grin, flashing blood-covered incisors.

Taylor's stomach flipped. Before she knew what was happening, she threw up on Opal’s shoes.

Opal jumped to her feet and took a step to the side. Her lip curled in disgust. “You are weak,” she huffed.

As if confirming her assessment, Taylor dry heaved, then threw up some more.

Hades continued to circle the Pit. When he'd made his third pass, he raised his head and roared. He was still roaring when he shifted into his humanoid form. His wounds had stopped bleeding, but remained raw from the fight. Blood covered his body from head to foot. He looked like something out of a nightmare. Taylor's nightmares.

"All hail the Dark King," Opal shouted.

The room erupted in roars and applause.

Taylor staggered to her feet, her emotions battered. She was grateful that Hades had survived, but beyond that she didn't know what to think or how to feel. Seeing the Dark King like this drove home once again just how far away from Earth she was. How could she ever fit in on this planet? She glanced at the warriors celebrating around her. She'd never be like them. Never be like Hades. No matter how much she cared for him.

Opal was right. Hades needed a warrior for a mate. Someone who could balance out his Monster Kitty. She wasn't that woman. No amount of fight lessons would change that. Taylor suddenly had newfound respect for her twin, Tabby. Not only had she adapted to the planet, but she'd adjusted to being a mate to one of these creatures.

Taylor stumbled out of the stands and ran to her room. She stopped twice along the way to dry heave, but eventually made it to her quarters. She slipped through the door and rested her back against the stone. The coolness of the rock felt good. It soothed her nausea, but did little to settle Taylor’s nerves. She'd now seen Hades at his worst and wasn't altogether certain she could handle it.

You only have to last a few more days,
she told herself. But the idea held no comfort.

Taylor made it to her bathroom and managed to brush her teeth. Food of any kind was out of the question until her stomach forgave her. When she finished, she returned to her bedroom and dropped onto the bed. It was only when she sat down that Taylor started to cry.

***

Hades left Perseus lying on the Pit floor and returned to his chamber. He couldn't stop replaying the look on Taylor's face. She'd been horrified and repulsed by what had occurred. He'd seen it in her eyes. He turned on the cleansing unit and stepped under the spray. Pain seared him as the water struck his raw side.

He'd managed to heal some of his injuries when he shifted back, but he hadn't healed all of them. Once again, his Atlantean blood interfered. If only he'd inherited his mother's ability to heal with her hands...

Hades bathed quickly and slipped into loose pants, leaving his chest bare. The furrows in his side would be gone in a few days, until then he'd just have to make sure that he didn't tear them open again.

A knock sounded on his door as he stepped out of his bedroom. A cautious hope filled him. Had Taylor gotten over her initial reaction and come to check on him? His hearts kicked up a beat as he hurried to the door. When he opened it, instead of the fire-haired beauty that haunted his every waking moment, Opal stood on the other side. Hades stared at her, unable to hide his disappointment.