Dark Desire After Dark

It was her new Valkyrie name. She kind of liked it. Especially when compared to her coven's first few ideas: Holly the Spawner, Holly the Plucky Single Mother, and Holly Crocker.

Nïx said they'd chosen her name because of her intelligence, but also due to the fact that she'd followed the northern lights to get away from danger.

'Any thoughts on Cadeon?' Nïx asked. 'You can't put him off forever.'

He actually hadn't lied about Holly being his by fate. And Nïx had told her that the demon would be wanting his female back.

For the first week, he'd continued coming to Val Hall every night. Initially he'd acted as if he owned the place, striding right up to the front door—or at least intending to. The wraiths had caught him and tossed his towering frame into an oak so hard the trunk had split from the impact.

The Valkyrie playing Wii on the porch had cackled with glee.

If he yelled for her, her aunts slapped headphones on her ears, then sicced the wraiths on him even harder.

But then, five nights ago, he'd stopped coming….

Now that Holly had time to think things over, she'd recalled all of Cadeon's tireless training. She'd begun to suspect that he really did have feelings for her and had been counting on Holly to free herself when he turned her over.

His 'pressing needs' had consumed him. He'd had to make a choice, and she'd lost out.

Holly could almost understand that. But what she couldn't understand was how he'd given her the kiss-off at Groot's. Holly had been terrified, numb with shock, and he'd been cruel, callously indifferent.

He'd sure fooled her. She'd never forget the look on his face when he said, 'Never trust a demon….' The ease with which he deceived still stunned her. She couldn't even count how many times he'd lied to her over the course of their journey.

Holly couldn't look back over their relationship and know if anything was real. How could he have left me behind—

When Nïx cleared her throat, Holly realized that she'd spaced as badly as her aunt usually did.

'Something on your mind, dearling?'

'Um…no, everything's great. Thanks for checking on me.'

'I'm really glad you like it here.' Nix smiled blankly. 'But now you have to move.'

49

He was nervous as he pulled into Rydstrom's estate. Why hadn't his brother called anyone to let them know he'd escaped? Cade's mind ran riot with theories.

Had Rydstrom been tortured? Had they done something to him so horrific that he was unable to face others?

Cade parked his old truck—which still chugged along despite water damage and bullet holes. With a glower, he collected the sword. He despised it, and was happy for the chance to get it away from him.

As he approached the main house, he noticed that all the shades were drawn. But as soon as Cade went to unlock the side door, Rydstrom cracked it open. He wore no shirt or shoes and was buttoning up his jeans as if he'd just slung them on.

Cade's brows rose at the sight of him. 'Rydstrom?'

His brother was…changed.

There was a mean set to his clenched jaw that had never been there before. The rigid muscles in his neck and shoulders were bunched with tension. His eyes were narrowed, and they looked crazed.

Four thin lines of blood ran down his chest and across his scarred cheek—as if someone had raked nails over his skin.

What the hell was going on? And what was done to him to make him like this?

'Are you going to make me stand out here all afternoon? Open the door.'

His brother made no move to, only glanced back over his shoulder into the house.

'Rydstrom, you're worrying me, man. Let me in, and tell me what happened. The last I heard was that you'd been captured by Sabine.'

No response.

'Were you taken to Tornin? Did you fight Omort to escape?'

Rydstrom finally shook his head.

'Then how the hell did you get free? No one escapes Tornin.'

'I had an ace in my pocket,' he said, his voice rough.

'You don't sound good. Are you all right?'

'I will be.' Rydstrom looked back over his shoulder again. 'Soon.'

'I got the sword,' Cade said, offering it to him. 'Killed Groot, too.'

Rydstrom nodded, accepting the weapon without interest, barely sparing it a glance.

Cade was confounded, saying slowly, 'That's the sword that will defeat Omort.'

'We go to war in the spring,' Rydstrom grated. 'Be ready.'

'That's all you've got to say? So much for abject gratitude, or even a pat on the back.' Cade's temper spiked. 'If you knew what I went through to get to that goddamned thing, what I put my female through…Oh, and if you haven't noticed, your Veyron's missing, and it's never fucking coming home—'

'Is someone out there?' a woman suddenly screamed from inside. 'Oh, God, help me!'

Cade distinctly heard a mattress squeaking.

And the rattling of chains.

'I'm being held against my will!'

His jaw dropped. 'Is that…Sabine?' Had Rydstrom used his captor to escape? 'Was she your ace?'

'Please help me!' she shrieked at the top of her lungs.

Rydstrom peered at him hard with those crazed eyes, as if he dared Cade to do something.

Striving for a casual tone, Cade said, 'So, you've got an evil sorceress chained up in your bed, then?'

And he'd had no clothes on earlier.

'She's mine,' Rydstrom seethed. 'I'll do whatever the fuck I want to her. And it's nothing that wasn't done to me.' His massive fists clenched.

'Hey, hey, no need to slug me, brother. To each his own, yeah?' Had Sabine done such a number on the noble-minded, kingly Rydstrom that he considered this a good idea? If so, then maybe a little tit for tat was in order.

'Once I'm done with her, I'll contact you.' When Rydstrom shut the door, Cade stared at it for long moments.

At length, he turned for the steps. 'Fuckall,' he said on a stunned breath. Does this mean I'm no longer the bad brother…?

'You're really kicking me out?' Holly asked Nïx.

They were on their way to look at a home for sale, one that would be 'perfect for Holly and the vamon.'

'You can't raise a kid at Val Hall,' Nïx said. 'The lightning danger alone would make it mortally prohibitive.'

Holly had gone along with her, too wearied to put up a fight. She'd even agreed to ride in Nïx's Bentley, which was still a mess. Though the clutter still affected her, it didn't bother Holly quite as much as before. 'You got rid of the C-4?'