firing her .38 into his torso. The bullets chewed into him, dark ichor sprayed, and he fell back two steps, but the leathery flesh knit almost immediately and the wax-faced bastard laughed as he closed on her once more. Her pulse hammered, her mind screamed for her to get out, get out! But she couldn’t get through the dark shield, couldn’t—Wait, she thought, remembering how her other gun had fallen through the shield . . . and that the baseline shield spells were designed to keep bodies in but let projectiles out.
“Dez!” she screamed as Iago closed on her, starting to draw the shield tighter so she wouldn’t have anywhere to run. “Catch!”
She hurled the wrapped bundle through the shield. It fell short, but Dez lunged for it as Iago roared in fury and slammed Reese aside. She hit the ground hard and slid, head ringing. Her vision blurred, but in the shield-lit darkness, she saw Iago dive for the artifact as Dez did the same. The men grappled as lightning and dark magic slashed around them in wild, furious bolts.
Breath sobbing in her lungs, she aimed her .38 just as Iago rose over Dez, his knife flashing in the moonlight. She screamed and fired, pounding two jade-tips into his knife hand. Blood splashed black in the moonlight and the knife went flying. Dez kicked his enemy up and off, then spun toward Reese and shouted once more: “Jump!”
But when she got to the edge of the platform, she saw luminous green eyes below. As one, the regenerated makol warriors lashed out with their buzz-swords, letting rip with a salvo of deadly blades. Screaming, she threw herself back as the projectiles bounced around her. But when Dez started for her, she pointed. “Don’t let him get the statue!” Iago was almost on top of the yellow idol.
“No!” Dez roared, lunging for his enemy.
Iago lashed out with a fat bolt that was part lightning, part dark magic. Dez blocked with a shield, but went down hard, skidding heavily under the impact.
Reese’s heart stuttered, her hands cramping where they wrapped around the empty .38. This was it. This was—
Brilliant silver light strobed the interior of the cave, painting the walls with makol-shadows that writhed and collapsed. When her vision cleared, she saw Michael silhouetted at the cave mouth, silver death magic flowing from his hands like mercury. In the same instant, Rabbit hurtled down the stairs, landed hard, and flung himself on Iago. Dark magic flared instantly.
“Rabbit, no!” Strike’s voice bellowed from the other side of the cave, which was suddenly full of fireballs and ice as the Nightkeepers launched into battle.
Reese heard someone shout her name, but she was already falling back and twisting out of the way as a green-eyed makol appeared over the edge of the platform, its buzz-sword swinging down and—
Purple-white lightning hit it from one side, silver muk magic from the other, and the thing exploded, the chunks vaporizing to greasy ash before they hit. More silver flashed, more flames, and then there was a huge roar of magic, a mix of dark and light.
“Rabbit!” Myrinne’s anguish split the air as his and Iago’s images wavered and began to fade. Reese’s heart stopped as Dez threw himself on the pair. Lightning detonated, burning her retinas with the afterimage.
When her vision cleared, he and Rabbit lay together on the platform.
Iago was gone.
Pulse hammering, she raced to the pair. On one level she was cognizant that the cave was lit blue-white now by a huge ball of fire that hung near the ceiling, illuminating the scene as the magi dispatched the last of the makol. But the rest of her was locked on Dez, who was pulling himself to his feet, ragged and battered, but alive. Alive! Her heart raced and a small sound escaped her, half laugh, half sob.
His head snapped around and their eyes met. And for a second it was as if the bad years hadn’t happened, as if they had been on the same team all along, only the stakes were so much higher now. Then she was in his arms, crushed against his chest. It didn’t matter that the moment came out of adrenaline and leftover fear. What mattered was that he was solid and real. And that he whispered her name and held on tight.
After a moment, he eased the embrace, but kept hold of her, tucking her against his side as he turned to face the others. “He got the mask.”
Strike just looked at him, expression dark. “Are you ready to tell us what the hell is really going on here?”
When Dez hesitated, Reese tightened her grip on him. It’s time. If Iago was involved, there was no way the two of them could handle the search alone. Finally, he nodded. “Yeah, I’ll tell you. It’s a long story, though.”
“Then let’s head home.” Strike gestured to the others. “Link up.”
Dez shifted his grip from Reese’s shoulder to her hand, twining their fingers together to tug her into the forming uplink. She hadn’t realized she had been holding her breath, but she must have been, because exhaling made her light-headed. Or maybe that was the realization that he was voluntarily turning himself in and asking for help.
It felt like they were coming in from the cold.
CHAPTER TWELVE
December 15
Six days to the solstice
Skywatch
Dez sucked at meditation.
Despite a year?s worth of practice, he still spent the first ten minutes or so sitting there cross-legged, staring at the small chac-mool altar he’d set up in the spare room of his suite, breathing incense . . . and going through a mental litany of “this is stupid,” “how long do I have to sit here?” and “great, now I need to pee.” Even after that, he usually had a hard time turning off the chatter on a good day. And today wasn’t all that good.
He and Reese had briefed the team on the compass artifacts and the threat they represented. Strike and the others weren’t thrilled with the way he had handled things, but the king had accepted his gut instinct as a reason for secrecy, because for better or worse, that was the way the magic seemed to work. And thanks to the fealty oath, where the king went, so went the magi. Which meant that Dez was back in the fold, save for some sidelong looks. And some of those were coming from Reese.
He sensed that she wanted him but didn’t trust him, and he couldn’t help her with that—her instincts had always been good. But as much as he told himself he should be doing his damnedest to drive her back to Denver where she’d be out of the line of fire, he couldn’t make himself do it. In barely a week and a half, she had become intertwined with the Nightkeepers and the war efforts—almost as if the gods themselves had wanted her involved. Problem was, he didn’t know how much of that was solid logic and how much was him finding reasons to do what he wanted to, deep down inside. He wanted her near him. Wanted to see if they could be the people in his dream. A couple. A mated pair.
Shit, he thought when warmth trickled through him. He was definitely talking himself into that one, ignoring the very real threat posed by his bloodline. But at the same time, he knew damn well that the war took precedence, and regardless of the other stuff, she was an asset to the team. He wouldn’t have identified the third artifact or found the ice cave without her. She could find damn near anything . . . and given what Rabbit had pulled from Iago’s mind during their fight, the Nightkeepers badly needed her skills right now. Because there was bad news and more bad news: The Xibalban had captured Keban and the other artifacts. He controlled three pieces of the weapon, and the solstice was less than a week away.
On the upside, the Nightkeepers still had the star demon hidden away . . . and Rabbit had discovered that there were five artifacts, not four. There was one more out there, in play. But that was where the “more bad” came in. “I couldn’t figure out what the fifth artifact looks like or where it’s hidden,” Rabbit had said, “because there’s another problem. Iago isn’t the dominant personality anymore; the demon soul of Moctezuma is in control now, and Iago’s brain is seriously fucked up. I couldn’t get anything other than what was floating at the top of his
