Kaia grinned. Her first solo raid, in broad daylight no less, and she would be leaving with a prize among prizes. Shed chosen well. Her mother would find no fault with the man, and might even want him for herself. Maybe after Kaia finished with him, she would gift him to Tabitha.
Tabitha would smile at her, thank her and tell her what a wonderful daughter she was. Finally. Kaias heart skipped a beat.
Dont just stand there. Before the male had time to reply, she rushed behind him, wings flapping frantically, and pushed him. Move.
He stumbled forward, but quickly managed to catch himself. With his head held high, he marched the distance. Just before he reached the edge of the enclosure, however, he stopped abruptly.
Move, she repeated, giving him another push.
He remained in place, not even twisting to face her. I cant. This clearing has been encircled with Harpy blood, and the chains prevent me from leaving without suffering severe pain.
Her gaze narrowed on the muscled width of his tanned back. Im not a fool. I wont remove your chains. Plus, she wanted him docile while she paraded him through camp, not vying for freedom. When Juliette discovered what shed done, a challenge would be issued. Kaia would need her attention focused, not divided.
Removing my chains isnt necessary. Not by tone or deed did he reveal a hint of his emotions. Simply add your blood to the circle already there, then smear a drop on the chains, and you can lead me across without any problems.
Ah, yes. Shed heard of blood-chains before. They trapped the wearer within the confines of the circle, however wide or small that circle was, and only a Harpys blood could negate the restriction. Any Harpys. Good idea. Im glad I thought of it.
She surveyed the Harpy camp. No one had noticed her, but Bianka was nervously shifting from one foot to the other, looking from Kaia to the camp, the camp to Kaia, her gaze pleading.
With swift precision, Kaia used her dagger to slice her palm. The sharp sting barely registered. After adding her blood to the crimson ring on the ground, she smoothed her weeping flesh over the cool links of metal between the mans wrists. That done, she raced behind him a second time and pushed.
He stumbled past the circle, paused to shake his head, stretch his spine, flex his shoulders. No matter how hard she pushed this time, she couldnt budge him. Then he turned back and grinned at her. Before she could reason out what was happening, he had his hands wrapped around her neck, her feet lifted off the ground.
Her eyes widened as he choked the life out of her with a power no human should have possessed.
Despite her lack of air, fogging brain and burning throat, realization struck. He wasnt human.
Hatred suddenly poured from him, his dark eyes swirling hypnotically. Foolish Harpy. I might not be able to break these chains, but that circle was the only thing preventing me from rampaging through the camp. Now, all of you will die for the insult delivered to me.
Die? Hell, no! You have a dagger. Use it! She tried to stab him. Laughing cruelly, he batted her hand away.
In the background, she heard Bianka shriek. Heard footsteps pound as her sister hurriedly closed the distance. No, she tried to shout. Stay back. Then her thoughts fragmented as the man choked harder, tighter.
A black wave swept her into a sea of nothingness.
No, not nothingness. Screams echoedso many screams Grunts, groans and growls. The slide of metal against flesh, the pop of breaking bones, the sickening sound of wings being ripped from their slits. The nightmarish symphony lasted hours, perhaps days, before at last quieting.
Kaia. Callused hands wrapped around her upper arms and shook her. Awaken. Now.
She knew that voice Kaia fought her way from the sea, her eyelids fluttering open. A moment passed before her mind cleared and the darkened haze faded. Through a sliver of moonlight, she saw a blood-soaked, scowling Tabitha Skyhawk looming over her.
Look what youve done, daughter. Never had her mothers timbre lashed so harshlyand that was saying something.
Though she wanted to refuse, she sat up, grimaced as pain lanced through her neck to attack the rest of her, and shifted her gaze, studying the camp. Bile rose. Harpies andother things floated in rivers of scarlet. Weapons lay on the ground, useless. Strips of cloth from decimated tents had caught on tree branches and now waved in the wind, a sad parody of white flags.
B-Bianka? she managed to gasp, her voice raw.
Your sister is alive. Barely.
Kaia pushed to shaky legs and met her mothers amber eyes. Mother, I
Silence! You were told not to enter this area, and yet you disobeyed. And then, then you tried to steal another womans consort without gaining my permission.
She wanted to lie, to preserve her dream of the coming accolades. She found she could not. Not to her beloved mother. Yes. Tears stung her eyes, that dream quickly flaming to ash inside her. I did.
Do you see the destruction behind me?
Yes, she repeated softly.
Tabitha showed her no mercy. You alone are responsible for the travesty this day.
Im sorry. Her head fell, chin resting against her sternum. So sorry.
Keep your sorries. They cannot undo the anguish you have caused.
Oh, gods. There was hatred in her mothers voice now. True, undiluted hatred.
You have brought shame to our clan, Tabitha said, ripping the medallion from Kaias neck. This, you do not deserve. A true warrior saves her sisters. She does not endanger them. And so by this selfish act you have earned your title. From this moment on, you will be known as Kaia the Disappointment.
With that, Tabitha turned and walked away. Her boots splashed in the blood, the sound echoing crudely in Kaias ears.
She fell to her knees and sobbed like a child for the first time in her life.
CHAPTER ONE
Present day
I WANT HIM.
Where have I heard that before? Oh, yeah. The day of the Unfortunate Incident, something you made me swear never to discuss, even upon threat of death. And I wont discuss it now, so dont get your panties in a twist. I just thought you were more careful with your affections nowadays.
Kaia Skyhawk peered over at her twinBianka the Heavenly Hills Ho, as Kaia had recently dubbed her. A name her precious sis deserved. Girl had nailed an angel. A freaking angel. Course, in return Bianka had dubbed her Kaia: Bed-warmer of the Underworld for getting down and dirty with Paris, the biggest man-whore in existence.
The title didnt sting nearly as much as her last one. Fine, her current one. Harpies had long memories, and shouts of Look, everyone, its the Disappointment still happened anytime she ran into another of her race.
Anyway. Bianka was as ravishingly gorgeous as ever, a dark fall of hair cascading down her back, her amber eyes bright. And just then she was flipping through a rack of designer dresses, a mix of determination and concern radiating from her.
That happened, like, a million years ago, Kaia said, and Strider is the first man Ivedamn it, hes just the first man Ive wanted, truly wanted, she added before her sister could comment on her boyfriends throughout the centuries, since. Or ever.
Actually, that, as you called it, happened a mere fifteen hundred years ago, but we arent discussing it. So what about Kane, keeper of Disaster, huh? I thought you once had a moment with him? A shock to your senses or something like that.
Nothing but static.
A snort full of amusement. Try again.
I dont know. Maybe his demon sensed a kindred spirit in me and reached out, hoping to fan the flames of a romance. That doesnt mean Kane and I are destined to be together. Im not attracted to him.
Better, and okay, Kanes out. Maybe you need to look elsewhere for a boyfriend. Like, say, the heavens. I can set you up with an angel. Bianka held up a flowing swath of blue material with sequined flower appliqués sewn into the top and layer after layer of lacy ruffles at the bottom. What do you think of this one?
Ignoring the dress, Kaia pressed on. No setups. I want Strider.
Hes no good for you.
Hes perfect for me. One, he doesnt belong to another Harpy. Two, he isnt psychotic. Well, she added with a few seconds of afterthought, he isnt psychotic all of the time. And three, heshes my consort, I know it. There. Shed said the words out loud to someone other than herself and the brain-damaged man in question.
My consort.
Consorts, as Kaia now knew, were extremely hard to find and utterly cherished because of that. Actually, they were necessary. Harpies were volatile by nature, dangerous and, when annoyed, lethal to the entire world. Consorts calmed them. Consorts appeased them.
If only you could select your consort from a catalog and be done with it. Instead, instinct picked for you, and your body followed suit. Wouldnt have been so bad, except each Harpy was granted one consort during her seemingly endless life. Only one. You lost him, and you suffered eternally. If you didnt kill yourself outright.
That Kaia had once tried to steal Juliettes, that Juliette had been without her male all this time, not knowing whether he lived or had died, hating him for what hed done but needing him anyway, that Juliette still loathed Kaia and had promised retributionretribution the bitch still clearly planned to achieveshamed her. But then, what could she say to defend herself? Nothing!
She had disobeyed. She had set the man free. She had unleashed his fury upon an unsuspecting community.
Every year Kaia mailed Juliette a fruit basket with a sorry about your consort card, and every year the basket was returned with rotten apple cores, black banana peels and a picture of Juliette flipping her off with Die, Whore, Die written in blood somewhere.
Only reason Juliette hadnt yet attacked was out of respect for Tabitha, who was still a force to be reckoned with among allies and enemies alike.
Dont think about the past. Youll start spiraling.
Shed think about her consort. Strider. Barbaric, slutty, idiotic Strider. He was an immortal warrior whod long ago stolen and opened Pandoras box to teach those asshole gods a lesson for daring to pick a mere woman to guard such a dumb relic, and because of his rampant senselessness, he and the friends whod helped himthe infamous and deliciously frightening for everyone but a Harpy Lords of the Underworldhad been cursed, forever forced to carry the demons theyd set free inside themselves.
Strider, the beautiful moron, was possessed by the demon of Defeat. He couldnt lose a single challenge without suffering debilitating pain. Of course, that made him determined to win everything, even something as silly as Rock Band. Which she refused to ever again play with him because shed totally nailed the Fender, then the drums, then the mic and hed spazzed out and yelled at her before passing out and twitching with pain.
So melodramatic.
Anyway, his determination made him stupid, egotistical, stupid, an all-around asshat and stupid! But there was no man more handsome, no man more fierce.
No man who wanted less to do with her.
Had she mentioned he was stupid?
Well? Bianka shook the dress in Kaias face, forcefully claiming her attention. Opinion, please. And sometime today.
Focus. Dont kill the messenger, but that thing will make you look like a cracked-out prom queen who has no plans to sleep with her boyfriend when the big dance endsbecause she doesnt have a boyfriend. Shes too weird. Sorry.
Bianka merely shrugged, unperturbed. Hey, cracked-out prom queens might be weird, but theyre hot.
If hot is a synonym for destined to die alone, youre right. So go ahead. Buy the dress, and Ill buy you a hundred cats to keep you company while you spend the rest of eternity trying to figure where your relationship with the angel went wrong, never really understanding that the problems started this very night.
Do you know anything about me? Hello, I like dogs. But fine, whatever. Red lips pursing, her twin snapped the hanger back onto the rack and continued her search for the perfect gown to wear when she broke a bit of bad news to her consort, Lysander.
Poor Bianka. She hadnt just nailed an angel, shed bound herself to one. Forever. Lysander lived and worked in the heavens and was so boring Kaia would rather shove bamboo splints under other peoples fingernails than spend time with him. Okay, bad example. She actually enjoyed shoving bamboo splints under other peoples nails.
There was something so best-musical-ever when people screamed and begged for mercy, and she could listen to a good musical all day.
Kaia? Bianka said. What the hell are you sighing about?
Musicals.
Musicals? Seriously? When Im dying for help? Will you just listen to me for once?
In a minute. Geez. I really like this thought train. Or rather, shed liked the station stop before the musicals. A male this boring needed an equally tedious nicknamelikePope Lysander the First. Thats right. He was an elite warrior with wings of gold and yeah, he was a demon slayer extraordinaire, and okay, that was sexy as hell, but he was also morally upstanding. Like over the edge OCD about it. Kaia shuddered with distaste. He was slowly but surely sucking the fun right out of her once delightful sister.
In fact, Lysanders aversion to blatant shoplifting was the reason they had abandoned Budapest, returned to Alaska and broken into Anchorages Fifth Avenue Mall at night rather than taking what they desired in broad daylight. As usual. Too many prying eyes.
To be honest, Kaia was kind of embarrassed about the concession. She would have told her man to take his request to please dont steal in front of humans, it gives them ideas and stuff it up his ass. Also, she despised the lack of thrill, needed it to soothe her darker side, but whatever. She loved her sister. More than that, she owed Bianka a debt she could never hope to repay.