Still, though, saying the words sent an ache through her. She didn’t want to fight with him; she wanted . . . hell, she didn’t know what she wanted anymore. To find herself dropped into another lifetime, maybe, where things had been different all along. Which was about as likely as her suddenly developing magical powers of her own—as in, not very.
“Reese . . .” Dressed now, and standing in the center of the room, he reached out to her, but didn’t make contact. “The Triad magic broke Anna’s mind, and a makol ripped Lucius’s godsdamned leg off right in front of me—I was standing twenty, maybe thirty feet away, and I couldn’t get my shield on him in time. Entire villages are disappearing. And now that Keban has seen you with me, he’s going to be coming after you too.”
The list sent a shudder through her, but she didn’t back down. “You think I haven’t thought about all that? Of course I have. But I’m not letting another bully run me out of town. Not Keban, not Iago, and not the Banol Kax.” And most of all, not you. “Besides, I don’t need you to protect me from myself. I’m tired of guys who think—” She bit off the rest. “Look, last night was . . .” magical. “I think it was something we needed to do in order to put the past behind us; sort of the night we never had together. It was . . . a moment, that’s all. A memory.” One that made her throat tighten and her body thrum, yes, but she didn’t want to love a man she couldn’t trust, and there was no way she could be involved with him and keep it casual.
“Damn it, Reese.” Eyes flaring dangerously, he closed the distance between them, until he was crowding her, their thighs brushing as he angled to box her in. The warmth of his body—hell, the sheer physical punch of his presence—had liquid heat shimmying inside her even before he lifted a hand to touch her face, just a single finger stroke that left a trail of sparks. “What if I don’t want it to just be a memory?” His voice was low and intimate, and brought a hard throb of desire. “What if I want to repeat it?”
Her throat dried and her voice shook when she said, “I don’t.”
“Liar,” he rasped. And brought his lips down on hers.
There were no niceties, no sweet seduction. His mouth crushed hers and his tongue plundered as his hands came up to grip her hips, fingers digging in.
Reese jerked back and he followed. She slapped her hands on his shoulders to push him away, but instead found her fingers spreading to span the wide breadth, then curving up and around the back of his neck. He kissed her deeply, bending her back until she felt helpless beneath his strength, trapped by his body and the wicked, clever things he was doing with his tongue.
Heat slammed through her. Greed. Without the safety of a drugged haze, she felt everything acutely, like each new sensation held the bright, sharp glitter of cut glass as they twined together and the air crackled with a static charge.
Then he made a harsh noise at the back of his throat and broke the kiss to press his forehead against hers, muttering an oath. He was breathing hard; they both were. And she was shaking with the desire that raced in her bloodstream, along with the hot flush of shame and anger that he had overwhelmed her so thoroughly, and with so little effort.
“Your body wants me,” he rasped, taking a long stroke up from her hip to fist a hand in her hair, capturing her and holding her trapped. “But what does that brain of yours think? Can you be with someone you don’t trust, aren’t even sure you really like?” His voice was suddenly hard and intimidating, making her think of the other Dez, his shadow self.
Her hands balled into fists. But before she could decide between punching him or going with frosty politeness, the brain he had mentioned kicked back in—along with her suspicions. Instead of backing off, she leaned into him, pressing her lips near his ear to whisper, “You’re trying to scare me into leaving, but it won’t work. So why don’t you just tell me . . . what are you hiding?”
He jerked away with a bitter oath and strode away a few steps, leaving her sprawled back on the bureau, body still imprinted with the memory of his. When he looked back at her, his expression was nearly blank. “I’m not hiding anything.”
“Don?t lie to me.” The words cracked out of her far sharper than she had intended, riding a slash of anger and disappointment. “And don’t forget that you’re not a mind-bender . . . and Rabbit is. The way I see it, there are only two ways to keep me from diming you out, dragging you back to Skywatch, and hooking you up to your friendly local Nightkeeper lie detector: One, you tell me what’s really going on here, and convince me to help you keep your secret . . . or two, you shut me up. Permanently.”
He took a step toward her with a hard look that made her stomach lurch. But then he stopped and just stared at her, eyes dark and inscrutable. “Jesus, Reese.”
She touched her armband. “Your choice.”
Nothing.
Heart thudding, she activated it.
Still nothing.
She reached for the emergency pickup button.
“I know what Keban is up to.” The words sounded as though they had been dragged out of his chest.
“Go on.” Her hand hovered over the button.
He took a deep breath, hesitated, and then said slowly, “He used to talk about a Xibalban artifact that was so powerful, so destructive, that the Nightkeepers split it up and hid the pieces, on the very slim chance that its power was ever needed.” He paused. “I think he’s trying to rebuild it.”
A chill skimmed through her at the sudden hollowness in his expression. She let her hand fall away from the transmitter. “What, exactly, does it do?”
“It’s a damned WMD—it?ll turn everything inside out, upside down, blow shit up.” He shrugged. “All I know is that when I came out of the coma, I knew for damn certain that if more pieces of the artifact surfaced, it was up to me to destroy them. They’re additive—each has its own power, with new levels being revealed as they’re put together until they’re all one whole. Which can’t happen.” He spread his hands. “That’s why the gods made me a Triad mage: To keep the artifact out of play. Keban was convinced that rebuilding it was the only way to win the end-time war. But he’s wrong. If it gets put back together, we’re all fucked.”
That read to her as the truth. But maybe not all of it. “Why not tell the others?”
“Because this says not to.” He tapped a closed fist over his heart, tattoos and glyphs dark against his skin. “Something—my instincts, my magic, who knows?—keeps telling me that I need to do this on my own, that Keban is my problem, my responsibility.” He paused. “I’m asking you to let it stay that way.”
And damned if her gut didn’t say she should go along with it, that bringing this back to Skywatch now would only slow them down at a time when every day counted. So she nodded. “Fine. I’ll help you, and I’ll keep it off Strike’s radar. On one condition.”
She couldn’t read his expression when he said, “Let me guess. We won’t be waking up together tomorrow morning.”
That tugged—both the thought and the deadpan delivery—but she smiled coolly. “I’m capable of making that call on my own. No, I want you to promise me that you’re going to destroy the weapon. Not . . . use it.”
For a second she thought she saw something flash in his eyes, there and gone so quickly that she couldn’t identify it. But after only the briefest hesitation, he nodded and said, “I promise I’ll do everything in my power to protect the Nightkeepers.” Then he crossed his wrists in front of his chest and double-tapped his thumbs to his chest, in a too-familiar oath sign.
Reese froze. Her mouth went dry. And something inside her said: holy shit. Not because of his promise, but because when he crossed his wrists, a new picture was formed by the narrow tattoos he’d gotten a few days after falling under the star demon’s influence. It was an “X” shape that she recognized as the world cross, representing north, south, east, and west. More, when he held his arms like that, in front of his chest, the four compass points became glyphs: the star demon, the wind god, the skybearer . . . and at the point representing “south,” a two- faced mask that was half man and half screaming skull.
“Oh, shit,” she breathed. “The answer?s been in front of us the whole damn time.”
Which damn sure ended the conversation about them sleeping together. And maybe—probably—that was for the best.
The next ten minutes were a blur of phone calls and photo uploads to Lucius, who agreed to track down a two-faced mask like the one hidden in Dez’s tattoo. After that, and before she and Dez could get into any of the zillion unanswered questions that remained jumbled in her head, Reese made a flimsy excuse about packing, and escaped to her own room. Just inside it, she paused and leaned against the wall, closing her eyes as her heart
