She blew out a frustrated breath. "I also won"t tel you-"
He snored as loud as he could, just to be contrary, and almost laughed when she uttered a quiet shriek.
Part of him liked this verbal sparring. Liked annoying her and feeling the sparks that nearly sizzled from that pet.i.te body.
"That"s it! Do you hear me, Strider? That"s it! I chal enge you to listen to me. Now."
That he didn"t like.
As his demon jumped up and down in his head, now desperate to win, Strider glared at Kaia, pretty face be d.a.m.ned. And he didn"t give a s.h.i.t if he p.i.s.sed her off, either. "I knew you"d do this. I knew you"d chal enge me.
You"re just like every other female I"ve ever known. No, wait.
You"re worse. You know what happens to me when I lose, but you chal enge me anyway."
Hurt flashed over her features, there one moment, gone the next. Surely he was mistaken.
Harpies-especial y this infuriating Harpy-didn"t do hurt. Ever. "You know you can win this."
"So go on, then," he snapped. "Talk. I"m literal y dying to hear what you have to say."
Kaia ran the pink tip of her tongue over her teeth, and his stomach clenched in reaction. She could have refused him and sent him to his knees in gut-wrenching pain. Instead, she finished her little speech. "You captured Haidee. Her boyfriend and his fol owers have been chasing you. There.
Done. You listened and won."
He didn"t feel like he"d won. And neither did his demon.
There was no rush of pleasure, only a need for a real chal enge. Something he"d have to work for. I don"t wanna work for anything, remember? Stil . Everything inside him froze. His heartbeat, his lungs.
The rush of blood in his veins. "There"s more. Tel me the rest."
"Fine. Here it is. While you"ve been playing around, I"ve been chasing the boyfriend and those fol owers of his.
There"s something odd about each of them, by the way, but the boyfriend most of al . They"re...I don"t know, darker than other humans I"ve been around. They made me feel...icky, which is why I made them hurt real bad before I disposed of them. You should have seen them. After I took my blade and-"
"You"re digressing, Kaia."
"Am not! Now where was I? Oh, yeah. The boyfriend. I couldn"t get close enough to him to figure out what bothered me. He"s dark and wily and like I said, he managed to evade me, which means he"s good, very, very good at evading because I"m very, very good at tracking. Did I ever tel you about the time I-"
"Kaia!"
"Anyway, you haven"t been able to evade him. He"s close, he"s fil ed with p.i.s.s and vinegar and he wants to make you his b.i.t.c.h."
"How close is he?"
Her chin lifted stubbornly. "Close enough that you"re lucky you weren"t shot down inside that little gas station."
Yet she hadn"t said anything while they were there. Hadn"t given him a chance to set a trap. She"d laughed and stolen food and let him take his time. Then she"d carried on a conversation with Wil iam, mile after mile, as if there were no pressing issues. To punish him for not welcoming her to their group, he knew. Harpies were as vindictive as they were destructive.
Most. Frustrating. Female. Ever.
His fingers dug into his thighs to keep from strangling her, and he knew he"d have long-lasting bruises.
"Why were you fol owing him?"
One delicate shoulder, bared because of the lacy pink top she wore, lifted in a shrug. "When everyone left the fortress, going their separate ways to hide artifacts and stash their women safely away blah, blah, blah, I fol owed you. I figured you"d see the most action, and I was right."
f.u.c.k. He must be losing his touch. He"d never even sensed her.
"You"re welcome, by the way," she continued. "You grabbed Haidee and carted her off, but you left a blood trail straight to your motel room door. They were set to raid the entire building when I took al but the leader down. That little b.a.s.t.a.r.d escaped, and you should have taken him out when you had the chance, because he gathered more men. I"ve been hot on his heels ever since."
"You"re hot, al right. But seriously, how"d you meet up with Lucien?" Wil iam asked, inserting himself into the conversation.
"Anya and I keep in touch. I told her I needed to borrow her gentleman friend and she agreed. For a price," Kaia added with a tinge of anger. "And someone in this car is going to reimburse me."
"Gentleman friend. Nice." Wil iam opened his mouth to add something else, probably to tel her he would gladly pay.
Strider beat him to it. "Whatever it was, I"l take care of it."
He owed her. He guessed. But he didn"t like it, and didn"t want to be indebted to anyone.
"Good. Then you owe me a ten-minute Frencher."
He blinked, certain he"d misheard. He"d expected Hunter hearts or severed limbs. "Anya made you kiss her?"
"Yeah. And at our next stop, I"l expect you to deliver."
"I"l pay," Wil iam piped up. "After you describe everything about that kiss you two shared. Did you cop a feel? You did, didn"t you, you little hussy. I bet you moaned a lot, too."
"Too late for you to pay," she said in a sing-song voice.
"Strider already offered, and I already accepted. And no, I won"t do any describing. You can just imagine how s.e.xy it was. Oh, and Wil ie. Just so you know, your imagination won"t do it justice."
She was lying. She had to be lying. But why would she lie about a kiss? What could she possibly hope to gain by forcing him to kiss her? Strider leaned back in his seat and stared up at the roof. No answers were forthcoming, and he doubted they ever would be.
Besides, he had more pressing matters to deal with. Like Haidee"s psycho boyfriend. How close was the son of a b.i.t.c.h?
Win, Defeat said inside his head. Win, win. It wasn"t a question this time. On any level.
Great. The boyfriend wasn"t even here, but the chal enge had been heard, accepted and must now be met.
"Pul over," he told Wil iam for the second time that night.
"Why? There"s no store."
Kaia flicked Strider another glance and grinned. "Now there"s the demon warrior I"ve come to know and love. He wants to set a trap, Wil ie, and we"re going to help him."
"Nope. I"m getting out and doing this solo," Strider announced. Wil iam had people of his own to kil , and Strider didn"t want to spend any more time with Kaia than necessary.
Her grin remained in place, though the edges darkened with an emotion he couldn"t name. "Oh, real y?
Wel , I seem to recal you tel ing me I"m worse than a stomach virus, and I think it"s time I proved that.
I"m chal enging you to let me help you, Strider. I"m chal enging you to hurt the b.a.s.t.a.r.d more than I do, and I"m chal enging you to kil more of his men than I do."
f.u.c.k! he thought, even as his demon started jumping around again. Nervous, excited. Okay, mostly nervous.
Win, win, win. Please, win.
Suddenly hating Kaia with every fiber of his being, Strider gave her a stiff nod. Game on, then. "When this is over," he said softly, "I wil make you pay."
"I know," she replied, and her tone was oddly subdued.
"Believe me, I know."
CHAPTER NINETEEN.
THOUGH TWO DAYS OF WALKING and monotony had pa.s.sed since they"d left their cave, and al Amun had been able to do was think and guard Haidee the few times he"d al owed her to stop and rest, he hadn"t come to grips with what he"d once done to her. Or what had driven her to hate him and his friends, hate that led her to aid in Baden"s destruction. No matter how good Amun"s intentions had been, he"d stil flung her right into an attacker"s blade.
G.o.ds. The blood pouring from her...the agony in her expression...
His friends only remembered bits and pieces of their time in ancient Greece. They knew they"d burned, pil aged and destroyed, but not specifics. Like who and what. Amun, however, recal ed every detail. Or rather, Secrets wouldn"t al ow him to forget. Mysteries of that nature weren"t ever al owed to remain unsolved, even within himself.
Very clearly Amun remembered the rage he"d felt as he had fol owed the Hunters to the n.o.bleman"s home. They"d had a particularly violent battle earlier that morning, before the Hunters had cut their losses and retreated. Having none of that, Amun and the others had fol owed them. The warriors had been sliced, diced and bleeding, and they"d been determined to annihilate those responsible.
What he hadn"t pieced together then-the information lost in the tangle of everything else-but what he determined now, was that they"d been herded, purposely led into that house. Not by the Hunters, but by the "he" who pul ed their strings. Not the robed being Haidee had seen, but the "he"
the Hunters had mentioned when they"d spotted the creature. "He" had known a demon would be there.
"He"
had wanted everyone inside that room to be slaughtered.
Even his own people.
Galen, even then? Or the man who had "rescued" little Haidee and taught her to blame the Lords for her parents"
deaths? The Bad Man? Amun might never know, and real y, just then, he didn"t care. No one"s actions had been as despicable as his own.
He didn"t deserve the woman behind him, the woman trudging without complaint through cavern after cavern simply to save him. He was responsible for the danger she now found herself in. He might be the cause of her next death.
A death she feared with every ounce of her being. Terror had fil ed those pearl-gray eyes when she"d spoken of her rebirths. Terror and residual pain, as if even speaking of the events had lanced her with an agony few in the world could even understand. She deserved peace and happiness, a family to cherish her.
Everything she"d ever loved had been taken from her. While his mind had been merged with hers, he"d sensed thousands of hidden memories-the memories she thought had been wiped. They were buried deep, secrets even from herself. His demon had reacted rapturously and now viewed her head as the Holy Grail. Secrets wanted back inside. Amun wanted back on top of her strong little body.
But he wouldn"t touch her again, wouldn"t deepen the already sizzling awareness between them.
Because...
d.a.m.n it! He hated this line of thought, but he didn"t al ow himself to back away from it. This was part of his penance.
He wouldn"t touch her again because he was going to give her back to Micah.
Amun"s fingers tightened around the blade hilts he held in both hands, and red dots flickered through his vision.
Haidee wouldn"t come to hate herself for being with Micah, a Hunter. She wouldn"t wal ow in guilt she shouldn"t feel.
She wouldn"t lose the life she"d managed to build for herself.
With Amun, she would come to hate herself. How could she not? Giving herself to a Lord had to top her list of Things Never To Do. She would wal ow in guilt, berating herself for choosing the very evil she"d fought against for so long. And she would lose the life she"d built. No way she could be with him and not cut ties with his enemy.
She must have sensed, or heard, the direction of his thoughts because she sighed, her cool breath wafting down his back. He"d removed his shirt, the heat too much, sweat constantly trickling over his flesh. If Haidee hadn"t been with him, that wonderful y cool breeze wafting from her, enveloping him, he might have actual y burst into flames.
"Can we talk now?" she said. "About what happened?"
Amun was wil ing to do anything she wanted. Except that. If he told her of his guilt, his regret, she would do everything in her power to ease him. No matter what she did, she would only increase his guilt, because she would be acting against her nature. The woman could nurse a grudge as stubbornly as his friends. Except with Amun. Him, she wanted to forgive. Him, she wanted to absolve. Him, she wanted to...love. He"d sensed the need inside her.
Because of the blood bond they shared?
"Amun?"
No.
"So stubborn," she said, tsking under her tongue. "Fine.
Let"s talk about something else, then."
No.
"Please."
As strong as he was, he was helpless against that word.
Very wel . What do you wish to discuss?
"You know some of my secrets, but I don"t know any of yours. Wil you tel me something that no one else knows about you?"
Had his friends heard that question, they would have rol ed their eyes and snorted, certain Haidee was playing Bait, trying to learn everything she could about him to share with the Hunters. And they would have shaken Amun had they realized he planned to answer anyway. That he actual y trusted her.
Her, the only person in the world his demon couldn"t read automatical y. Her, the only person in the world who could read him.