She screamed in pain, in agony, not knowing what to do. The flames should have lit her up, blazed bright, but they somehow surrounded her in darkness, darkness she couldnt find her way out of.
She was dying. She had to be dying. That was the only time shed ever battled such darkness and pain.
Sweetheart, oh, gods, sweetheart. Whats wrong? Tell me whats wrong. His hands smoothed over her face, and for once, it was not heat she felt from him. He was as cold as a meat locker, and she was envious.
I dont know whats wrong, she wanted to shout, but her jaw was locked together, the pain knotting her muscles and preventing her from moving, even in the slightest way.
Somehow, Amun heard her and replied. I dont know, either, sweetheart.
Help me. Please. Any more and she really would die. Just then, she wanted to die.
Ill find a way. I swear to the gods Ill find a way.
The vow was the last thing she heard from him. The darkness thickened until she could see the slick texture of it, the evil that oozed from it. Like black oil, coating herdestroying her.
Demons, she realized with a moan. The demonshis demonswere now a part of her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
WHAT THE HELL HAD HE done to her?
Amun was in a panic. Physically, he had never felt better; he was clearheaded, sated, both energized and relaxed. Cold, yes. He was far colder than hed ever been. Rather than destroy him, as the cold had done to the congo, he was strengthened. And yet, his woman now suffered unbearably. Her beautiful skin was flushed a bright red, but not from pleasure. She was racked with pain, her body curled into itself, her fingers actually gnarling as she screamed, over and over again.
Hed promised to help her, but he didnt know how, had no medicine, could only ask forthe backpack, he thought suddenly. Some of his panic eased as his gaze landed on the angels gift. Of course. So simple. Please be simple. The backpack had given him back his hands. Now it would give Haidee back her life.
Amun grabbed the pack, his grip so tight he feared he would rip the material. Give me something to help her, something to save her. Though urgency bombarded him, he waited one second, two.
Trembling now, he reached inside and foundnothing. Help me help her, he demanded. Again, nothing appeared inside. Cursing, Amun upended and shook the material, but still he found nothing. The bag remained empty.
That didnt meancouldnt mean No. No! He refused to believe Haidee was beyond saving. She would survive this, whatever this was. She had to; he needed her. Had never needed a person more.
He didnt care that she would be reanimated if sheif shehe couldnt even think the word. She hated when that happened, hated the pain that followed. Hated her loss of memories.
She would survive, he thought again. She was the missing piece of his soul, a necessary part of his soul. How hed ever lived without her, he didnt know. But he did know that he loved her. Loved her strength, her courage, her wit and the tender way she cared for him, so at odds with the sexy, tough-girl look of her. He loved the way she gave herself to him, her body his to do with as he pleased, inhibitions vanquished.
He had only to kiss her, and she became a live wire in his arms. No other woman had ever responded to him like that. She truly reveled in his touch and wasnt ashamed to beg for more. She made him forget they were on a mission, made him forget that anyone or thing existed beyond the two of them.
And she had chosen him. Shed known the consequences of cutting ties with the Hunters, of becoming Amuns womanhed made sure of itbut she had chosen to be with him anyway.
He wasnt giving her up. Once, hed thought he could. Once, hed thought their time together would end the moment they left this realm. Wrong. He was keeping her. Now, always. Just as hed told her.
Hot, she whimpered. Hot. Tears trickled from her closed eyelids, catching in her lashes before running down her cheeks.
She was talking inside his mind. Hed thought hed heard her earlier, had convinced himself he was mistaken, but now there was no denying the truth. The connection was complete. The barrier that had kept her out of his head, whatever it was, had clearly been shattered. Probably because he had utterly lowered his guard the moment hed penetrated her.
He had been defenseless against her, vulnerable, and hadnt cared. He had welcomed her, every part of her, inside and out. He had craved an unbreakable connection, no matter the consequences, wanting no secrets between them. The good, the bad, hed wanted to share all of it. With her and no other. Just as she had said. All, everything.
He had to save her.
Amun eased beside her and gently, so gently, lifted her in his arms. He sat with his back propped against a rocky wall and settled her on his lap. At first, she struggled against his hold, every motion probably torturing her. Then the new coolness of his skin seeped past the new burn of hers. She rubbed her cheek against his chest, moaned and cuddled against him.
So evil, she whimpered.
He traced his fingertips over her brow, trying to ease the fever there. Whats evil, sweetheart? The demons.
Demons? Amun stilled, not even daring to breathe. Hed felt her tugging on them, felt them resisting her, but his pleasure, the cold, hed lost track of everything else. Theyreinside you?
Yes. Another whimper.
Mine?
I think so.
How could that be? He closed his eyes, searched his mindand found no evidence of the vile essence that had nearly destroyed him before Haidee had entered his life. There were no disgusting urges waiting to pounce, no creatures writhing deep in his cognizance, no painful memories desperate to spring to the surface.
He should have been happy, but he was infuriated. With himself. He would rather deal with the evil himself than subject Haidee to a single moment of this. Damn it. He had to help her. Another thought struck him, and he flinched.
If Secrets had left him, too, Amun would die. For the moment Secrets had possessed him, theyd become two halves of a whole. One could not survive without the other. Not really.
Secrets, he found himself rushing out.
His voice must have nudged the creature. Secrets sighed with relief. Relief and joy. Once again, it was just the two of them. And though Haidees chillAmuns chill nowcloaked them, there was no more fear. Theyd faced the storm and survived. Hell, theyd thrived.
How had Haidee taken the other demons but not Secrets?
He didnt know, but he could find out. And perhaps, in doing so, he could save her. Determination replaced every other emotion inside him. Youre going to find the answer, all the answers, and youre going to help her.
Information was the demons crack. Eagerly Secrets forced his way into Haidees mind. Actually, forced was too strong a word. The demon glided on in, as if the welcome mat had been placed at the front door, the windows left open. Even more astonishing, there were no barriers. The floodgate had opened. Whatever the demon wanted to glean, he gleaned.
Amun swam through the churning, never-ending sea of memories, searching for what he needed and discarding what he didnt. He discarded most, in fact, but at long last, his efforts were rewarded. The story of Haidees life unfolded as if he were turning pages in a book.
After the Lords of the Underworld were kicked out of the heavens and tossed to earth, Themis, the Greek goddess of Justice, decided to balance the scales. The world had been given demons, and so, to her, the world required demon executioners. Executioners she could control, as the angelsdemon-slayers in their own rightrefused to do her bidding. Unable to simply create beings from air as Zeus, the god king, Themis was forced to find another way.
When she heard the prayers of Haidees parents, the answer came to her. The couple was childless, barren and desperate, and in their desperation, they agreed to the bargain Themis proposed. The goddess would bless the mothers womb, and that womb would bear fruit. The couple would raise that child for ten years, and at the end of that tenth year, they would give her to the person of Themiss choosing, so that she might be trained. They werent to worry, though, for the goddess would bless them with other children. Children they would be allowed to keep.
All was set.
The parents tried to distance themselves from their little girl and save their love for their other children. But one smile from the sweet little angel, and they fell. Unlike other babies, she was not fussy or contrary or even temperamental. She watched the world around her, thoughtful, always thoughtful.
As her tenth birthday approached, they realized they would rather die than lose her.
Themis, being Themis, granted their request. The couple had prevented a demon executioner from learning how to fulfill her purpose, and so they would die at the hand of a demon. Justice would once again be served.
And so the goddess commanded the keeper of Hate to slaughter the entire family, Haidee included, for she would start again, find someone new, someone she would raise from birth herself.
Hate was more than happy to comply.
After murdering Haidees parents and little sister, the demon-possessed immortal turned his sights on the god-touched child. But as he peered into her eyes, he remembered how Themis had once planned to use her and realized she might be able to save him. For if she could destroy the demon inside him, he would finally be free.
So Hate grabbed Haidee, intending to hide her until he figured out how exactly her ability worked. Only the moment he touched her, a strange cold infused him, tearing at his insides. He reacted instinctively, stabbing and releasing her, then running from her, the pain too much to bear.
As the days passed, he realized she had ripped a small piece of his demon from himlike a human losing a limb. And as time passed and he came to discover what happened to keepers who were severed from their demons Well, instead of yearning to break ties with the creature, he wanted to reclaim that missing part of it. But each time he found Haidee, she died before he could touch her, as if Themis had forever cursed him to fail in his quest because he had failed to destroy the girl as promised.
Secrets marveled at the deluge of information, a child at Christmas.
And still so many questions remained How had Haidee taken a piece of the demon High Lord? How had Hates host not died? How had Haidee never known Hate was inside her? How had she not known what the demon was thinking, feeling or wanting? Amun always knew. So did his friends. How had she not known Hate was the cause of her reanimation and memory loss? Or was Themis the one responsible?
How had the demon stayed with her even after she died, when Badens demon had been freed after his death? When Aerons had been freed after his death?
More answers flowed That small piece of Hate had hidden inside her, strong enough to influence but too weak to do anything more. Thats why she hadnt known the being was there or what he felt. His wants and needs had simply seemed like her own.
And Hate had not brought her back to life all those times; Themis had. Inadvertently. Since Haidee had sprung from a womb blessed by the goddess, shed never been fully human. So, like the souls who reanimated in hell, she never really died. Only difference was, her corporal form could walk the earth, as well as hell.
So much informationtoo muchnot enough.
As shed done for Hate, Haidee had taken the demon minions from Amun. Not just pieces, though, but every part of them. Secrets, a High Lord, was stronger, however, tethered to Amun by godly bonds, while the others hadnt been.
Still, she could have taken Secrets, but she hadnt. Shed been careful, even though she hadnt realized what was happening to her or to Amun.
Were the new demons forever a part of her now?
No. No! He couldnt allow that. He knew how evil those beings were, how disgusting their thoughts, and he would not leave Haidee to suffer like that. But what could he do? He waited for Secrets to tell him, but this time, no response was forthcoming. The demon was still lost inside those memories.
Haidee was curled in the fetal position, whimpering, her tears burning his chest as they streaked down his skin. He reasoned out the rest on his own. Shed been a little girl when Hate first attacked her, and shed probably clung to the dark piece of the demon shed drawn inside her, needing the emotion to survive the terrible deaths shed witnessed her parents and sister suffering.
Hate was as much a part of her as Secrets was to him, but these other demons were new and hadnt had time to bond with her yet. He hoped. They wouldnt want to bond with her, either, and would fight the connection. After all, Themis had ensured Haidee was a demon executioner. That meant Haidee had the power to defeat the darkness inside her, even if she didnt realize it, and the bastards had to sense that.
No wonder theyd been so afraid of her, of her pull and her cold.
Guilt filled Amun, surpassing every other emotion because, with this new knowledge, he realized he alone was responsible for her current torment. She had saved him, and he had harmed her.
Haidee, sweetheart, he said, squeezing her tight. I need you to listen to me.
Hurt, she moaned. I hurt so bad.
I know, darling, but fight past the pain and listen to me. Can you do that?
A pause, another whimper. Then a hesitant, yes. Yes. Amun, youre reading my mind. How are you reading my mind?
I think I instinctively built a mental wall to block you out when those demons were inside me. The moment you took them, that wall fell. Now I need you to fight the demons, sweetheart. Push them out of your body. Out of your skin.
How? Every time I mentally approach them, they dart away.
Corner them.
I cant!
You can. And you will. Do it. Now. He put enough steel in his voice to anger her. Do it, or Ill hand you over to Strider. You think youre suffering now, well, wait until he gets you. He will torture the living hell out of you, and Ill cheer him on. Then Ill make love to another woman in front of you.