breath. “Not again. Not ever again.”
Just for a moment, the control vanished, and emotions were there for all to see, so deep and dark and raw that it made my heart ache.
I tugged him toward me, wrapped my free arm around his neck, and just held him. The press of his body felt so real and right that tears trickled down my cheeks. Because it might be real, but it wasn’t right. Not really.
“I’m willing to risk assimilation if it helps us both,” I whispered. “But the decision has to be yours. You’re the only one who truly understands the consequences either way.”
He didn’t say anything immediately; then he sighed and pulled away. His gaze, when it caught mine, was troubled.
“Then we take the risk,” he said. “And may fate be gentle on us both.”
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Darkness Unmasked
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The office phone rang with a sharpness that jolted me instantly awake. I jerked upright, peeled a wayward bit of paper from my nose, and stared at the phone blankly. Then the caller ID registered and I groaned. The call was coming from Madeline Hunter, the bitch who was not only in charge of the Directorate of Other Races, but a leading member of the high vampire council. She was also the very last person in this world—or the next—whom I wanted to hear from right now.
Unfortunately, given that she was now my boss, she was not someone I could—or should—ignore.
I hit the vid-phone’s answer button and in a less than polite voice said, “What?”
She paused, and something flashed in her green eyes. A darkness that spoke of anger. But all she said was, “I have a task for you.”
A curse rose up my throat but I somehow managed to leash it. “What sort of task?”
Even as I asked the question, I knew. There was only one reason for her to be ringing me, and that was to track down an escapee from hell. She had not only the Directorate at her command, but a stable full of Cazadors —who were the high council’s elite killing force—and they dealt with all manner of murderers and madmen on an everyday basis.
I even had one following me around astrally, reporting my every move back to Hunter. Trust was not high on her list of good traits.
Not that I think she had all that many good traits.
“A close friend of mine was murdered last night.” Her voice held very little emotion, and she was all the scarier because of it. “I want you to investigate.”
Hunter had friends. Imagine that. I scrubbed a hand across my eyes and said somewhat wearily, “Look, as much as I absolutely adore working for you, the reality is the Directorate is far better equipped to handle this sort of murderer.”
“The Directorate hasn’t your experience with the denizens of hell,” she snapped. “Nor do they have a reaper at their beck and call.”
So I’d been right—it was an escapee from hell. Not great news, but I guess it was my fault that these things were about in the world. It might have become my task to find the three lost keys that controlled the gates to heaven and hell, but the only one I’d managed to find so far had almost immediately been stolen from me. As a result, the first gate to hell had been permanently opened by person or persons unknown, and the stronger demons were now coming through. Not in great numbers, not yet, but that was only thanks to the fact that the remaining gates were still shut.
Of course, given the choice, I’d rather not find the other keys. After all, if no one knew where they were, they couldn’t be used to either permanently open or close the gates. But it wasn’t like I had a choice, not any more. It was either find them or die. Or there was the choice given to me by my father, who was one of the Raziq, the rogue Aedh priests who’d helped create the keys, and also the man responsible for having them stolen: Watch my friends die.
“Azriel isn’t at my beck and call,” I said, unable to hide the annoyance in my voice. “He just wants the keys, the same as you and the council.”
gate.2em'>Not to mention the Raziq and my goddamn father.
“This takes priority over finding the keys.”
I snorted. “Since when?”
That darkness in her eyes got stronger. “Since I walked into my lover’s house and discovered his corpse.”
I stared at her for a moment, seeing little in the way of true emotion in either her expression or voice. And yet her need for revenge, to rend and tear, was so strong that even through the vid-phone I could almost taste it. That sort of fury, I thought with a shiver, was not something I ever wanted aimed my way.
Yet, despite knowing it wasn’t sensible, I couldn’t help saying, “I’m betting the rest of the council wouldn’t actually agree with that assessment.”
I think if she could have jumped through the phone line and throttled me, she would have. As it was, she bared her teeth, her canines elongating just a little, and said in a soft voice, “You should not be worried about what the rest of the council is thinking right now.”
The only time I’d stop worrying about the rest of the council was when she achieved her goal of supreme control over the lot of them. Until then, they were as big a threat to me as she was.
But I wasn’t stupid enough to actually come out and say that to her. “Hunting for your friend’s killer is going to steal precious time away from the search for—”
“And,” she cut in coolly, “just where, exactly, is your search for the keys?”
Nowhere—that’s where. My father might have given me clues for the next key’s location, but deciphering those was another matter entirely. We figured it was somewhere in the middle of Victoria’s famous golden triangle, but given that that particular region encompassed more than nine thousand square kilometers of land, it left us with a vast area to explore. It was fucking frustrating, but all Azriel and I could do was keep on searching and hope that sooner or later fate gave us a goddamn break.
“It’s probably in the same place as your search for my mother’s killer.”
The minute the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Hunter really wasn’t someone I needed to antagonize, and yet it was her damn promise to help find my mother’s killer that had made me agree to work for her and the council in the first place. And while I’d kept my end of the bargain, she hadn’t.
For several very long seconds, she didn’t reply. She simply stared at me, her expression remote and her eyes colder than the Antarctic. Then she said, her voice so soft it was barely audible, “Tread warily, Risa, dearest.”
I gulped. I couldn’t help it. Death glared at me through the phone’s screen, and she scared the hell out of me.
I took a slow, deep breath, but it really didn’t help ease the sense of dread or the sudden desire to just give it all the fuck away. To let fate deal her cards and accept whatever might come my way—be that death at Hunter’s hand or someone else’s.
I was sick of it. Sick of thet. wa threats, sick of the fighting, sick of a search that seemed to have no end and no possibility of our winning.
Death is not a solution of any kind, Azriel said, his mind voice sharp.
I looked up from the phone’s screen. He appeared in front of my desk, the heat of his presence playing gently through my being, a sensation as intimate as the caress of fingers against skin. Longing shivered through me.
Reapers, like the Aedh, weren’t actually flesh beings—although they could certainly attain that form whenever they wished—but rather beings made of energy who lived on the gray fields, the area that divided earth from heaven and hell. Or the light and dark portals, as they preferred to call them.
Although I had no idea whether his reaper form would be considered handsome—or even how reapers defined handsome—his human form certainly was. His face was chiseled, almost classical in its beauty, but possessed the hard edge of a man who’d fought many battles. His body held a similar hardness, though his build was more that of an athlete than of a weight lifter. Stylized black tats that resembled the left half of a wing swept
