She could overcome her demon and aid the beings upstairs. She could.
For Paris.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE NEXT MORNING DAWNED bright and early. Too bright, too early. Kaia had stayed awake all night, her mind too active to snooze. So when she spotted the big orange glow of the sun, she glared and flipped it the bird.
Go away, you bastard!
Strider lounged on their bed, watching her with an amused glint in his eyes. Hed slept, sprawled out over every inch of the mattress. Shed paced.
Whore you talking to? he asked in a sleep-rumbling voice.
A sleep-rumbling voice that turned her on. Damn him, everything about him turned her on. Be proactive. Nip this in the bud. Maybe I was talking to you, she snapped, stomping to the bed, grabbing a pillow and beating his chest with it.
He didnt bother raising his arms to protect himself. Has anyone ever told you what a bundle of joy you are in the morning?
Bang. No. Bang.
Will you just sit down for a sec? He ripped the pillow out of her hands and tossed it to the floor. Geez. I need I mean, you need a breather from all your worries.
I dont have any worries, she said, plopping beside him. Lysander had taken them all up to the heavens and given them each a room in his cloud, where no other Harpy could reach them. She and Strider had shared, and no one, not even Lysander, could breech its perimeter unless they both gave permission.
Never had she encountered such a kick-ass security system. Even better, misty walls of baby-blue acted as TV screens, revealing anything she requested to see. Her mother? Done. Juliette? Gag.
The absolute best? Kaia had only to say, I want a dagger, and one would magically appear in her palm.
No wonder Bianka had decided to shack up with a goody-goody. And really, Bianka would just have to take one for the team and do a little more of that shacking to convince Lysander to buy Kaia one of these. You know, so they could spend quality sis-time together. They were twins, after all, and Bianka needed her.
You started stressing the moment you got that text, Strider said. Five minutes after we got here!
That text. Ugh. Her stomach cramped as worry flooded her. Not that shed admit it. The first Harpy Game, Tag, would begin in two hours.
Team captains were too valuable to lose so early in the games and never competed in the first event. Instead, the four strongest, most violent members were chosen, and the captain merely prayed they survived.
But though she was captain, Kaia had to compete.
Last night, thanks to the cloud walls, shed kept watch on her motel room. One after the other, Harpies from every other team had snuck inside, hoping to brutalize her. As if she would stay in a room shed rented under her own name. Please. But thats how stupid they thought she was. Worse, they would continue to come after her unless they were taught to fear her.
That, she had learned from her mother.
And so today she would teach them to fear her.
The other three going in? Taliyah, Neekawho Kaia had never seen fight, but Taliyah had recommended her, and Kaia trusted her older sisand Gwen. Bianka was still pouting, but bottom line, Bianka was too damn sweet.
Once, shed BBQed another Harpy whod trashed her appearance. Cool, right? Well, as the girl screamed and writhed, a guilty Bianka had raced off to fetch a glass of water for her. Who did that? Marshmallows, thats who.
If you wont sit still, at least tell Papa Stridey whats bothering you.
There was that rumbling voice again, caressing her, seeping past her skin to fuse with her cells, becoming a part of her. It was clear the bud remained un-nipped. Im thinking that only prison rules are going to apply.
A laugh burst from him. What does that mean? That you shouldnt drop the soap? What, does round one involve multiple showerheads?
Would you be serious?
He snorted. You telling someone to be serious. Weird. But He sat up, his features lighting with interest. The sheet fell to his waist, revealing row after row of muscled strength. Tell me round one involves multiple showerheads.
Her lips twitched, even as her mouth watered for a taste of him. No, you pervert. No showerheads. I have to kill the biggest and the baddest my first day on the inside. That way, all the others will leave me alone.
Smart. How can I help?
By sitting in the stands and looking pretty.
A given. But what can I do to help you win? Thats why Im here, right?
As if shed forget. He wasnt here because he loved her, needed her, wanted to make something work between them. He was here to help her win that damn Paring Rod.
He didnt know about the Rod when he arrived. He likes you. You know that. Yeah, he liked her. Just not enough. She sighed.
JustI dont know, cheer me on. Hearing him might strengthen her. It might also distract her, but they would find out together.
I can do that. Youre fun to watch.
Her heart skipped a beat. Yeah?
Oh, yeah.
His voice had dropped, huskier than before, all kinds of innuendo in his tone. Her nipples tightened, and she had to jump to her feet and turn away from him to prevent him from seeing the evidence of her arousal.
Hed watched her last night, when her Harpy had simply reacted to the threat around him, determined to protect him at all costs. Hed also watched her when she She shuddered, remembering.
Something had happened to her while shed fought her mothers soldiers. Something that had never happened before. She had burned. With rage, yes, but also with actual, literal flames. They had licked inside her, searing her cells, her organs, and leaving only ash. Or so shed thought. Yet when she had stilled, she hadnt noticed a single smear of soot on her skin.
Now suspicions danced through her mind, adding to the already turbulent waters.
Phoenix blood flowed through her veins, half of her genetic makeup. Shed met her father once, when he abducted her and Bianka, whisking them to the Land of Cinder. Heand all his kind, reallywere utterly heartless, completely detached from emotion, as if any softer side was burned away in their constant fires. Not even her mother could compare, and that was saying something.
Not only were they emotionally callous, they were physically formidable, too. Poison leaked from the Phoenixes fangs and claws. Their wings, which looked as smooth and delicate as the clouds around her, were actually tongues of blue flame. A single brush from those flames, and an entire building could be razed.
There was a bright side, though. When a Phoenix burned somethingor someonethe resulting soot was powerful enough to bring the dead back to life.
Her dad had hoped his baby girls would be more Phoenix than Harpy, but the opposite had proven true, and hed released them. After torturing them with his poison, of course. Hed scratched their biceps, just a tiny scrape for each of them, and theyd felt as if theyd been injected with a mix of acid, broken glass and Napalm. They had writhed and screamed for days.
A true Phoenix wouldnt have hurt like that, would have been immune to the toxin, which was why Kaia had never thought shed develop Phoenix-like tendencies. But yesterdays burningcould she have developed an immunity, and in turn taken on their abilities?
Yo, Kye. We need to beat feet, Bianka suddenly called from the other side of the door.
Kaia blinked, realized she still stood beside the bed, but now Strider towered beside her. She hadnt heard him move, but there he was, his heat already wrapped around her, his scent strong and sweet in her nose.
He gripped her forearms, his head tilting to the side thoughtfully. Where were you that time?
Nowhere, she answered automatically. Her standard reply when someone other than her sisters asked her a question like that.
Did she lose herself in her thoughts that often? If I werent so entertaining, maybe I wouldnt
Kaia! Strider rolled his blues, and she noticed the pupils had gobbled up his gorgeous irises. Hed also loosened his grip, was now caressing the length of her arms with his fingertips. Were really going to have to work on your lying, baby doll.
Did hecould hedesire her? Heres an idea. You want the truth from me, youll have to buy it. With kisses. Or orgasms. Whatever. Yes, hed already offered to buy her artifact-stealing services with sex, and yes, that had pissed her off. But he hadnt truly wanted her then. He might want her now, and that changed everything. Not about the Paring Rod, of course, but about them.
His lips curved into a wicked smile. Who said I wanted the truth? He stopped the caressing only long enough to tweak her nose. Youre cute when you lie.
She popped her jaw. Puppies and goldfish were cute. Im hot, damn it. I lie amazingly well. Just ask everyone I know! Theyve never been able to tell.
Actually, Im probably the only one who can tell youre full of shit. Im observant like that.
And humble, too. Meanwhile, you need to work on your man-sluttiness. She rolled her shoulders, lifting her forearms and thereby his hands, causing his knuckles to brush the sides of her breasts. Dear gods, that felt good, lighting her up inside.
He flashed his teeth, as if hed experienced a jolt of pain, and his nostrils flared with the force of his breathing. And just how will we work on that sluttiness, hmm? In bed?
He did, she thought, dazed. He desired her. Why else would he mention a bedding when shed been hinting that he was too slutty? I like the way your mind works. We should
Kye? Bianka called, cutting her off. You in there? I know youre in there. Come. On.
Yeah, Bee. Im here, but I need a minute, she screeched. She never removed her gaze from Strider. Well continue this later. Okay? Please. She needed his touch, his intensity. His everything.
Uh, no, we wont. One step, two, he backed away from her. His arms dropped to his sides, contact severed completely. Were gonna keep this thing platonic.
Her eyes narrowed to tiny slits, his beautiful face the only thing in sight. Platonic? When youve had your tongue down my throat?
His eyes narrowed, too. Fine. Well continue this later.
Really? Happiness burst through herfollowed by dread. Im supposed to believe you changed your mind she snapped her fingers that easily? Whats your game?
No game. Your argument was solid.
Happiness was renewed, and gods, look how beautiful the sun suddenly was, so big and bright above their cloud. Well, all right, then. Later. She tried not to smile as she skipped to the door and greeted her sister.
STRIDER HADNT KNOWN what to expect at the first competition and after the whole elementary school thing, hed prepared himself for anything, everything. Or so hed thought. Just then, he found himself drowning in shock and the ceaseless, excited buzzing of his demon. The little shit had never encountered so fervent a swell of competitive spirit and was currently bouncing around like a kid on a steady caffeine shooter diet.
Strider sat in the bleachers of a high school basketball court, about a hundred other guys surrounding him. All were strangers except for Sabin, who occupied the seat on his left, and Lysander, who occupied the seat on his right. Most were human, though some were clearly immortal. He spotted the telltale pale skin of a vampire, the dark aura of a warlock and the reptilian grace of a snake shape-shifter. Unfortunately, he didnt see the him Kaia had supposedly slept with.
On the other side were the Harpies. While the men were quiet and subdued, the females were rowdy. They were jumping up and down on the steps, throwing popcorn and even cups of soda at the court. They wore tiny, tight T-shirts that ended just under the bra linefor those who were wearing bras. And shorts so short he spotted his favorite place on a womanthe sensual curve where bottom met legmore than once. Yeah, he spied the center of paradise, too.
The Falconways are going down! someone called.
You wish, Eagleshield. But then, youve always liked a woman on her knees.
Please! You couldnt satisfy a nymph if you were cranked on Viagra.
Viagra only works on men, you idiot.
Hello, you and your clanswomen have mustaches, so why not dicks, too?
Snickers, boos and hisses blended together.
And I thought my Bianka wasenthusiastic, Lysander said. I would never have guessed she was actually considered sedate among her kind.
Sabin snorted. Come on. If you arent revved by the lesbian jokes, youre gay.
Lysanders dark gaze swung to Strider. Are you revved by this?
Angels, man. Ive been on low simmer since we walked through the doors. In fact, I didnt need the jokes to crank my chain. What he didnt mention: it was all because of Kaia.
His talk with herone hed tried to postpone forever, but had swiftly realized the futility of postponing as she batted gloriously long lashes at him, all kinds of desire in her eyeswould happen sooner than even she had planned.
Hed stood in front of her, breathing her in, absorbing her body heat, peering down at that pin-up face, and hed wanted his mouth on her, all over her. One more taste. One more, and hed force himself to return to the friend zone.
Lysander! an eager female voice called from across the court. Lysander! Over here!
Strider searched the raucous crowd for Bianka. He found her at the top of the bleachers, waving a candy bar in the air and grinning like a loon. Her silky black hair was divided into pigtails that bounced against her arms. Cute, until you noticed the smoking hot Catholic schoolgirl uniform she wore. Cute mutated into heart attack waiting to happen. A white button-up top was knotted under her breasts, a tie hanging between them. The short plaid skirt left a huge gap between her thighs and her knee-high socks.
Made him wish Kaia had opted to cheer her team to victory rather than fight. In that getup, shed look better than a heart attack waiting to happen. Shed kill him on the spot.
No, he was glad shed chosen to fight. He planned to use the needed separation from her to spy on the Eagleshields, maybe search their belongings. In fact, as soon as Tag began, he was out of here. And he wouldnt feel guilty about that. Every man for himself.