My moms not my favorite person, okay? She twisted without looking at him and whispered, Now can you please act like youre into me, just for a little while?
At last Tabitha deigned to acknowledge their group. Her gaze moved over the men, and only the men, her mouth curling in distaste. All the while, she stroked the hilt of the blade hanging from her waist.
First, I didnt compliment her. Second, she looks like she eats other peoples hopes and dreams for breakfast, and not just because theyre tasty. Thats not attractive. Third, you look like you sprung from other peoples hopes and dreams. I couldntcantbelieve youre related.
Howsweet. Kaia was completely blown away. Damn him! First he delivered a nasty blow, announcing he wasnt sticking around. Then he complimented her. How was she supposed to maintain emotional distance from him when he said things like that?
Wait. What? Who said that? Strider growled before she could form a reply.
You did, she replied, and I know what youre going to say next. You sounded like a pansy. She hated to snipe at him, but her sanity was at stake.
Strider snapped his teeth at her.
Who said what, then? she asked on a sigh.
His dark gaze roved their little group, then returned to her mother, a muscle ticking in his jaw. Never mind. Doesnt matter.
O-kay. Consorts. You couldnt live with them, but you couldnt cut out their tongues without earning a lifetime of hateful glares, either.
Now that everyones here, lets get back to business, shall we? Juliette said. The games have always been an important part of our lives, allowing us to righteously punish those who have wronged us of course she peered at Kaia when she said that as well as prove how strong weve become to those we adore. So heres to doing what we do best. Kicking ass!
Cheers erupted.
If youll each check your messages, youll find the team rosters, Juliette announced, her voice dripping with satisfaction, her attention momentarily fixed on Strider.
And thats when Kaia realized the cold, hard truth. Rage nearly sent her flying onto that stage. Steady, calm. Thats what Juliette wants. What else she wanted? Strider. Clearly the bitch had been waiting for the day Kaia found her own consort, most likely planning to take him away the same way Kaia had once taken hers.
Fan-fucking-tastic. How had word already leaked when she and Strider werent officially an item? And damn it all, an uncommitted Strider would be easy prey. The rage mutated into fear, and bile rose in her throat, threatening to spill out.
Strider and JulietteJuliette, who hadnt slept with Paristwined together, naked, writhing, moaning, begging Oh, gods. Concentrate on the here and now. Everything else could be dealt with later. Maybe. If she continued down that thought path, she would attack someonenamely Juliette and Strideror break down. Neither was an acceptable option.
Trembling, Kaia withdrew her phone from her back pocket, scrolled and quickly found a text. Only, she wasnt listed on Team Skyhawk. Her sisters werent, either. I dont understand.
Mother claims she no longer has any daughters, Taliyah said. Which means we cannot compete as Skyhawks. I had to petition the council to start a new clan. Once that was taken care of, we were in.
No reaction. She would give no reaction. She wasnt dying inside. She wasnt. Then whats our new team name? The answer appeared on her screen before she could finish. Team Kaia. Her sisters, as well as Neeka and a few others, were competing on Team Kaia.
For a moment, her surroundings faded, as did her hurt, and she basked in her sisters unflinching support. They loved her. No matter what, they loved her. They accepted her. They thought she was good enough, just as she was. Then the world spun back into focus, and she had to blink against the burn of tears.
Damn it. How many times would she have to battle the urge to sob today?
The first competition begins bright and early tomorrow morning, Juliette went on. Afterward, everyone will be notified of exactly where the next competition is taking place. As you know, we no longer host the games in one location because previous contestants rigged and sabotaged them ahead of time. Even though Kaia hadnt been responsiblehello, she hadnt been invitedJuliette tossed the words at her.
Whatever. Her spine snapped straighter, as though anchored in place by steel rods.
Striders hand settled on her lower back, warm and steady, comforting. Sizzling. Sweet heaven, her surroundings faded once again, until only the two of them existed. She imagined his mouth replacing his hand, his tongue licking, trailing lower. A gasp escaped her.
Get yourself under control. If she got the wrong idea about something as innocent as a pat, hed take off, as promised. Like she could blame him. Had the situation been reversed, she would have done the same.
Deep down, they were just alike. Warriors honed on the field of battle, sharp as a dagger, cynical, willing to do anything for their friends. And on some level, they were friends. Had been since the first. He might not want to be here, but he didnt want her to get hurt, either. So hed come; he would help her. But he wouldnt let her push for more. As long as she maintained an emotional distance, he would stay. Would be her medicine cabinet.
As pissed off and hurting as she was, she was also grateful.
Something else is also new this year, Juliette continued, pulling Kaia from her thoughts. The prize. This time around, the winners will not receive silver and gold after each competition.
What? someone shouted.
Thats why were here! another growled.
Juliette held up her hands, a command for silence. A command that was instantly obeyed. This year, we have something better.
Amid questioning murmurs, the curtain at the side of the stage parted. And thenKaias mouth dropped open. No way. No damn way. The slave shed tried to acquire all those centuries ago, the one whod wreaked such havoc on the Harpy clans, strode to Juliettes side. He was chained at the wrists, just as before. He was more muscled now, his dark hair longer, but his features were still sharp, stubborn.
Dear gods. Is that him? Bianka gasped out.
Yeah, she managed to squeak. No one had told her that Juliette had found him. When had she found him? Where? Thats him.
Him who? Strider demanded.
At first, Kaia thought she detected a note of jealousy in his tone, and it was such a loverlike response she wanted to kiss him deep and dirty. Strip him down to nothing more than skin and a smile. She wanted to ride him hard, fast and forever. All mine. Then common sense punched her right in the jaw. He might be jealous, but not in any way that mattered. Strider had decided to help her, and his demon would allow no one to interfere. Especially not another warrior.
Part of her resented that. The other part of her really resented that. Laying it on a little thick, arent you, Meds? Hes no one you need to concern yourself with.
Kaia, he snapped.
Hush it, would you? She couldnt tell him the truth. Still didnt want him to know of her past foolishness, when he already thought so little of her. Youre making me look bad in front of my team.
Kaia.
Fine. Ill explain later, she lied.
A tense pause. Then, Youd better.
Or else?
Yeah.
Her nemesisthe man shed searched for over the years, determined to punish for what hed done to her sister, but had never foundnow held a long, thin spear. Its thicker, oblong tips were comprised of glass, something glowing and twirling inside them.
Power, so much power, radiated from that spear.
Juliette claimed the weapon without a word of thanks. The manhis name, she had long ago learned, was Lazarus, though she and Bianka had nicknamed him The Tampon for being such a douchespun on his booted heels. His dark gaze moved over the crowdsearchingbefore snagging on Kaia. He stopped, stared.
Oxygen froze in her lungs, making it impossible to breathe. No damn reaction, she thought. Not here, not now. Later, though, she would seek him out. She would hurt him as shed always wanted.
Slowly he grinned. So handsomeso coldly evil. She hissed, her fangs popping free of her gums. Youre dead, cowboy. He belonged to Juliette, yes, and everyone clearly blamed Kaia rather than him for what he had done to their loved ones. And yeah, they blamed her with good reason. Had she done as shed been told, he wouldnt have had the strength to harm anyone. But he had been the one to rip through flesh, with his teeth, his claws. He had been the one to render those deathblows.
He would be the one to payby Kaias hand.
Every time she had sent a fruit basket to Juliette, she had referenced the pastbut in her mind, she had offered the apology because of what she planned do in the future. She was going to kill him. No one hurt her sisters. No one.
Forget later. Him, the fuck, who? Strider demanded again.
Before she could think up a reply, the Tampon kicked back into gear, exited the stage, and was once again hidden behind the curtain. Smart of him. She wasnt sure how much longer she could have refrained from flying at him.
When she went for him, it would be in private. No one there to save him.
Later, she repeated.
This, Juliette said, drawing everyones attention to the spear in her hands, is very, very precious. Far more so than silver or gold. Her lavender gaze locked on Kaia. Im sure youve sensed its power, but what you dont know? That power can be transferred to you. You can wield it, control it. Youll be stronger than you ever imagined. Youll be invincible.
Murmurs abounded.
If what Juliette claimed was true, why hadnt she transferred the powers to herself? Why hadnt she struck at Kaia already? Why was she so willing, so eager to give the thing away?
Juliette flashed an indulgent smile. Throughout the centuries, the gods have called this mighty weapon the Paring Rod. I, however, have a better name for it. First prize.
Strider stiffened.
Sabin cursed.
Both men would have leapt on the stage if Taliyah and Neeka hadnt held them back. The action proved unnecessary, however, because the weapon disappeared in a blink, in Juliettes hand one minute, gone the next.
What the hell? Kaia, Gwen and Bianka asked in unison.
Kaia peeled her sisters hands off her man and cupped his cheeks, forcing him to focus on her. Whats going on?
First prize, Strider gritted out. Its the fourth artifact. The one we need to help us find and destroy Pandoras box.
Which means first prize, Sabin finished bleakly, has the power to wipe us out. Forever.
CHAPTER SIX
HOW THE HOLY HELL HAD this happened?
Strider paced the length of the dingy motel room, the ice in his veins making his movements sluggish. His boots hammered into the shaggy brown carpet, creating a well-worn path.
Kaia was perched on top of the TV, watching him, her expression concerned. Her long, smooth legs were crossed at the ankles and swinging, banging into the screen every other second. A little faster, and she would have matched the thump, thump beat of his heart.
Sabin and Gwen sat at the edge of one of the double beds, and Bianka and Lysander sat at the edge of the other. Taliyah had taken off with a pretty black girl, and neither had said a word about where they were going or how long theyd be gone.
The Unspoken Ones claimed to have the Paring Rod, he croaked. Someone had to get the conversation/raging argument started.
Clearly, they lied. Sabin propped his elbows on his knees, head falling into his upraised hands.
Yeah. Clearly. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. This is bad. Really bad.
He should have known, should have suspected at the very least. Instead, a few weeks ago Strider had visited their temple. He hadnt minded giving the monstrous beings the Cloak because hed thought they had another artifact already. Why not one more? Hed thought they would guard both relics until he could return and bargain, buying both.
Hed thought wrong.
What a cluster! If the Unspoken Ones had possessed the Rod, they wouldnt have given it to Juliette. Not without payment, and that payment would not have come in the form of cash or jewels. They wanted only Cronuss head.
Since the god king still lived, no exchange had been made. Which meant the Unspoken Ones were completely untrustworthy, and there was no telling what they would do with the Cloak if Strider failed to deliver that head.
Win, Defeat growled. No question, just a flat-out acceptance for the challenge presented.
There would be no squabbling on his part. Even though they now had two open objectives. The Cloak, and Kaia. I know. I will.
First, he had to steal the Paring Rod. Sabin hadnt lied. If it ended up in the wrong handsand by wrong, he meant any hands but his ownPandoras box could be found, and he and his friends destroyed. Their demons would be ripped from their bodies and sucked back inside.
Great in theory, but man and beast were connected in a hard-core, cant-live-without-you kind of way. Apart, the men would instantly kick the bucket and the demons would go bat-shit crazy.
Urgency rushed through him. Strider stopped in the center of the room and faced Kaia. We have to steal it.
Her mouth fell open, red and lush and oh-so-tempting. Uh, what now?
Forget the games and help me steal the Rod. He gritted his teeth like a good little soldier and added, Please. Sometimes a guy needed a wingman, and now was one of those times. He had no idea how Harpy minds worked or where that Juliette person was likely to hide her treasure.
Kaia was his inside source. His only way in.
Her pupils dilatedwith anger. Great. Exactly what he didnt need. The little lady in a temper, unafraid to use it. Then she ran her tongue over her teeth, and a bolt of lust shot straight through him, melting the ice and leaving a smoldering inferno behind, making him long to stoke that temper higher.
At a time like this? Really?
No time is the wrong time, his libido piped up. She might attack, but at least her hands will be all over you.