Dark Desire After Dark

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More bizarre symbols were stamped into the wooden chairs and stone floor. Ancient-looking tapestries hung on the walls. On a display shelf were skulls that looked human, but they had horns and upper and lower fangs.

Then she saw what appeared to be double doors to the outside. If she could get outside, she could find a car or hide—

Rapid gunshots exploded the plaster just feet to the right of her. She sucked in a breath and dared a glance as she ran to her left. Men aimed machine guns at her with deadly intent.

A second man began shooting from the other direction. Bullets riddled the wall on either side of her, closing in. She darted right, then left once more, blocked each way. The sweep grew closer…closer.

A foot away on each side. She froze with terror.

A bellow sounded over the gunfire. Cadeon hurdled the line of bullets to get to her. Scooping her up in his arms, he tucked her against his chest. Just as the shots reached them, he pressed her against the wall until his body covered every inch of hers.

He gritted his teeth when the first bullet hit him, unable to turn to run without risking her. She burst into tears. Two bullets, three, four…

He stared down at her, those jet eyes seeming to consume her, and grated, 'No more…running from me. Yeah?'

'Y-yeah,' she whispered brokenly, crying harder every time his big body jerked from the impact.

Over his shoulder, he roared at them, a furious warning growl, and she whimpered. His voice a harsh rasp, he said to her, 'No, no, female. Shh.' He petted at her tears with huge fingers tipped with short black claws.

The shots abruptly stopped. Holly peered over Cadeon's shoulder. The robed demons were attacking the gunmen.

As the others clashed, Cadeon sprinted toward those double doors with her in his arms. He turned in midstride, hitting the doors with his bullet-riddled back, bursting them from their hinges.

Charging out into the night, he made for an older truck parked off to the side of the manor. After opening the groaning cab door, he tossed her inside on the cracked vinyl seat and followed her in. He pinched the key and turned. Nothing.

'Is the battery dead?' she asked, shaking off some of the shock and fog. 'Does this thing still run?' Wrappers and crushed cans littered the floorboards.

'Hey, hey, no disrespecting The Truck. She's gotten me out of a lot of scrapes.' He finessed the gearshift up and back. 'I just need to make sure…she knows we're in neutral.' Holly thought she heard a click. 'There.'

The engine roared to life. He cast her a patronizing glance as soon as they were tearing up the shell drive.

She peered back at the manor. From the outside, the residence was stately, the grounds immaculate. She would never have guessed what beings lurked in the bowels of that place.

And now she was with another of their kind. She turned to him, studying this being—this… demon.

He had blond stubble on his tanned face, and his hair was thick and straight, reaching past his masculine jaw. Uneven strands looked lightened by a life in the sun.

The gold band he wore on his right arm appeared to be permanent, as if he'd have to cut it to get it past that bulging bicep. And those horns…

When they'd straightened earlier, they'd become much larger and darker. Now they were smooth, the color of a shell, lying close to his head. With his hair tousled over them, they probably wouldn't be easy to discern.

'How am I measuring up?' he asked, his voice deep and rumbling.

She flushed. 'I've just never seen…horns before tonight.'

'Figured you'd be in for a shock.'

'Where are we going now?'

'I've got to get you out of town,' he said. 'This place is too hot for us to stay.'

She noticed blood on the back of his seat. 'How are you still moving with all those bullets?'

'With a lot of fucking pain, Holly.'

She gasped, his foul language grating on her like nails on a chalkboard.

'Oh, come on, halfling! My language's only going to deteriorate from here.'

'I…it's just habit. Are you going to be okay?'

'I should be able to shed them.' When she frowned, he explained, 'My skin should push them out when I heal.'

Holly couldn't scarcely wrap her mind around that. 'What did those men want with me? Who were the ones shooting?'

'The gunmen were leeches. Vampires.'

'Vampires,' she said softly, but her mind was screaming, This is insanity!

'They must know you haven't turned fully immortal yet. Our kinds never use guns, as evidenced by their shite aim.'

She winced at the vulgarity, but managed not to gasp this time. 'Again, why?'

'Because you just became the most popular girl in town.'

'What does that mean?' In the stern tone she usually reserved for her students, she added, 'This isn't the time for cryptic answers, Cadeon.'

'This isn't the time for questions whatsoever, Holly.'

Headlights met them on the drive. An SUV blocked the gated exit.

'Fuckall,' he snapped, wheeling around, spraying up shells. 'More vampires.'

She clamped hold of the dashboard to brace herself. 'Where are we going now?'

'Only one other way off this property. Into the swamp.'

'How would you know?'

'Been here before.' At her look, he said, 'I've met with the demons here on occasion. As a representative of my breed.'

'You…you fraternized with those animals? Does your 'breed' kidnap women as well?'

'Kidnap women? I can hardly keep the chits off the jock as it is, pet.'

Eyes wide, she said, 'Chits? Pet? Are you from the nineteenth century or just trying to be misogynistic?'

'I'm from medieval times, and I never have to try to be misogynistic.' He slammed on the brakes, and cranked the four-wheel-drive gear, peering at her hard. 'It just comes to me natural, like a gift.' Stomping on the gas once more, he sent her flying back into the seat as they lurched forward, racing over pristine greens.

'Why did they want to hurt me? I've never done anything to deserve this!'

'It's not what you've done—it's what you are.'

'A math instructor?' she said in a strangled tone.

'You're a Valkyrie now. And a special one at that. Your mum must've been one.'

'Valkyrie! My mom was a pie contest winner! And she was human. She died two years ago.'

'Then your biological mother must have been one.'

She was shocked into silence for a moment. How had this demon known she was adopted? 'I didn't even know her.' Holly had always imagined her as a scared teenager who'd had the incredible good sense to leave her baby on the most wonderful doorstep imaginable. Now this demon was saying that her mother was a Valkyrie? 'What exactly is a Valkyrie? And how did you know I was adopted?'

'Questions later. Right now we've got to get through the swamp.'

The dark line of brush loomed. 'I don't see a road!'

'There's a service trail,' he said, then added in a casual tone, 'It might be a shade grown over.'

'A shade! Are you certain there's no other way to get out?'

He nodded. 'The property's surrounded by bayou and swamp.'