He loved her. That still shocked her. They were a couple. A real couple. He would have her back, and she would have his. More than that, he came first now. Thats just how it had to be. Whether he was being a pain in the ass or a romantic mattress god, he was hers. She had to protect him. Had to see to his future. And bottom line? He wanted, needed, the Paring Rod. Needed it to survive.
Therefore, she had to get it for him.
Right now her team was on the road to acquiring the artifact fair and square. But what if that changed? Juliette would then expect Kaia to make a play for it and the odds of actually getting her hands on it would cease to lean in her favor.
Therefore, there was no better time to strike.
Of course, that would take Kaia out of the competition and prove once and for all that she was unworthy, weak, but better her pride suffered than Strider died. She couldnt live without him. She needed his blood, yes, but she also needed him. His smile, his laughter, his wit, his strength.
So, no contest and no more thought necessary. She would steal the Rod. Boom, done. She wouldnt involve her sisters, though. She wouldnt risk their lives. Not again. Especially now, when they were injured from the second game.
Had to happen tonight, she thought, her hands fisting. Most everyone would be intoxicated, healing or passed out. Shed make love to Striderif he wanted and he had better wantand let the heat fill her once again. That heat energized her, a combination of lust and rage that swirled inside her, wanting so badly to escape. To consume.
Tonight shed let it.
Soonsoon Her narrowed gaze found Juliette. The brunette danced around the flickering fire, right alongside Kaias mother. Despite their recent loss, they were jubilant, carefree. As if they knew something she did not.
Juliette must have sensed her scrutiny; she met Kaias eye and grinned slowly, and, as always, smugly. Oh, yes. Tonight.
Kaia and Strider had fallen from Rheas forest and landed here, in Alaska, between the two mountains, right where the mystical portal had been. Theyd opened their eyes and found themselves herealong with all the other Harpies participating in the games and their consorts.
At first, confusion reigned. Then anger that theyd been ejected from the heavensanger theyd hoped to take out on each other. A fight would have broken out if Kaias mother hadnt declared this neutral ground. Apparently whatever Tabitha the Vicious wanted, Tabitha the Vicious got. So, instead of attacking, instead of going their separate ways and awaiting the third competition, the Harpies had decided to stay and party.
Stolen beer abounded, hard rock blasted through the night and vehicles commandeered from the nearest town shot bright headlights into the ice-laden valley. Many of the combatants were still bruised and bloody from the earlier battle, and some were still unconscious, but that didnt discourage the revelers.
A few hours earlier, someone had stolen Kaias coat and she had no doubts as to the culprit. Juliette probably expected her to issue a private challenge over it, ruining everyones good time. Well, Juliette could suck it. The thing had been dirty as hell anyway.
Hey, baby doll, a sexy male voice said.
Strider. Her Strider. He smelled like cinnamon and looked like paradise, his cheeks pink and his hair disheveled, framing his face in a vivid halo.
Did she love him? She hungered for him, was amused by him and delighted in his attention. But love? Trusting him with all that she was? Her sisters were the only members in her Faith Circle and shed never thought to welcome another. Especially someone who did indeed have an agenda different than her own.
He plopped beside her and held out a frosted glass. This is mine. Not yours. Dont touch.
Maybe trusting him wasnt so bad. She took the glass from him with a muttered, Thanks, and sipped. Despite the coolness of the drink, her body temperature continued to rise.
I talked to Sabin and Lysander. Theyve set up camp about a mile away and are doctoring Bianka and Gwen.
So he hadnt been searching for the Rod? Wonder of wonders. What about Taliyah, Neeka and the others?
They took off without a word.
Theyre always doing that, she grumbled.
Well, this time I followed them.
Her gaze swung to him. His navy eyes were bright, his lips curled seductively. Her heart skipped a beat. He wore a leather jacket, jeans, boots. Typical Strider attire. The man was always ready to give an ass-kicking.
Really? she asked. And they didnt sense you?
I didnt say that.
She considered him anew. There were fresh cuts on his palms, nicks on his fingers. What happened? Did they hurt you? Because if they hurt you, I will personally
Easy, Red. Those lips curled farther until he was grinning. They just warned me away. Anyway, they had no idea I was behind them at first. They snuck through a few of the tents of warring teams.
Searching for the Rod? But why would they do so?
I dont think so. He stroked his chin in thought. In the woods back there, he hiked his thumb behind him, they met a group of guys I didnt recognize. Warriors, though. Immortal. Taliyah scented me out before I could get close enough to listen to their conversation.
Taliyah. With men. Interesting. And unusual. Her older sister usually kept her distance from the opposite sex, never wanting to chance finding her consort. Not that Taliyah was a man-hater. She wasnt. She just liked her space, liked doing her own thing. Liked having no ties, able to leave anyplace, anytime with no hindrances.
Somethings up, Kaia said.
True, but I dont think it concerns us or the games. The men were mostly interested in Neeka. Almostproprietary toward her. So. Speaking of the Rod, he went on, Ive been thinking. What if Juliette doesnt have it? What if shes got a fake?
A possibility, though a dim one; Kaia recalled the power shed felt emanating from the spear when Lazarus had walked on stage with it. One way or another, though, she would discover the truth.
Drunken feminine laughter cut off any reply she might have made. Good thing, too. There were too many possible eavesdroppers for them to have this conversation here. Well talk about it later.
Nope. Now. Well just be more circumspect. Strider wound his arm around her shoulders and tugged her closer. He didnt release her, but whispered straight into her ear, his warm breath caressing her. Couple questions are plaguing me. We didnt know where the Paring Rod was. How did she? And howd she get her hands on it without alerting anyone in our world? And why hasnt she used it? Why would she give it away? Okay, thats more than a couple.
Kaias nipples had hardened at the contact and moisture had pooled between her legs. This was circumspect? Didnt matter. Shed play. Rhea could have given it to her, I suppose, she whispered straight into his ear. Then she couldnt help herself and had to lick the shell.
He pushed out a breath. Tempted to eat him alive, Kaia returned her attention to the dancers. Juliette and her mother were gone, she noted distantly.
But why would she? He saw her lick and raised her a warm puff of air. Theres no reason good enough. Rhea hates my kind, wants us dead. She wouldnt want us to get our hands on such a prized possession. She would have given it to the Hunters. To Galen.
Goose bumps broke out over Kaias entire body. Maybe Juliette stole it from her. Rheas missing, after all, and no ones heard from her. Maybe Juliette killed her and assumed control of the Hunters. She nibbled on his lobe before showing him her profile, eager for him to have his next turn.
He didnt disappoint. He kissed along her cheekbone while his fingers caressed their way to the underside of her breast. If that were the case, Cronus would be dead. The two are bound, so when one dies, the other will, as well. And Cronus is very much alive. Amun has been meeting with him.
She leaned into his touch, her nerve endings sparking to dazzling life. Juliette could have her locked up, then. To find the Rod, Kaia knew shed have to snatch up Juliette and torture her for information. Shed already considered and accepted the necessity. Now, shed ask about Rhea and the Hunters, too.
Strider circled her nipple once, twice. If so, shes more powerful than we realized.
Sweet fire, that felt good. She flattened her palm on his thigh, not surprised to find her claws sharpened, ready to dig into his flesh. Dont worry. Ill handle her. Besides, I owe her.
No matter the answers Kaia might force from Juliette, it was clear the bitch had somehow orchestrated this whole thing. To steal Strider, perhaps, as shed first suspected. Not that Juliette had made much of an effort on that front, but shed definitely wanted to taunt Kaia with what she could never have. Victory. Respect from her fellow Harpies. But also from Strider, if she failed him?
And if she did fail him, would he still love her?
She didnt want to contemplate the answer, was already chilled to the marrow by the mere possibility.
For future reference, she said, no longer whispering, you should know that I dont get mad. I get even.
Good. He placed a soft kiss at the edge of her mouth. Cause thats how I like my candy and my women. Hot and spicy.
The comment roused an unexpected chuckle from her. Anyway, like I said, we shouldnt discuss this here. No matter how much she enjoyed the exchange of information.
He sighed. Youre right.
Of course I am.
He reached up and ruffled her hair. Braggart.
Just being honest. So what happened to your hands? she asked, changing the subject before she launched herself onto his lap and had her way with him right here, right now.
Nothing. There was a note of finality in his voice. A note that dared her to pressand lose.
A lie. She knew it, but still she let it slide. Now wasnt the time to argue with him. They needed to display a united front.
Lucky me, another sexy male voice said, this time from behind her. If it isnt my favorite Harpy.
Strider stiffened and they turned in unisonunited, yayand pushed to their feet. Lazarus stood before them, thick arms crossed over his middle. Like Strider, he wore a jacket and jeans. Unlike Strider, he did not make her heartbeat quicken.
Hey, there, Tampon. Wheres your master? Kaia asked him.
The obsidian in his eyes swirled menacingly. What? No more amusement for his pet name? Shes having a private meeting with your mother about all the ways they plan to destroy you. Im supposed to keep you occupieda task that is no hardship. Would you like to go someplace private with me? I could at last meet all your needs.
Strider growled low in his throat and the sound reminded her of a countdown clock. Tick, tock, tick, tock, someones about to die.
Thanks, Kaia said, but Id rather be on an island, a millionaire hunting me so he can kill me and drape my skin in front of his fireplace.
You and I will play that game later, baby doll, Strider said. You, on the other hand, he threw at Lazarus, can go someplace private with me now.
Cold fingers of dread ran down Kaias spine. Please, please, please dont challenge him.
Thanks, Lazarus replied, but youre not my type. So, if you wont leave with me, sweet Kaia, why dont we stay here and chat?
The words earned another savage growl from Strider.
Oh, gods. The two were going to come to blows and there would be no stopping them.
She knew how powerful the immortal in front of her was. Hed ripped through a camp of Harpies, escaped unscathed and remained hidden forwell, she didnt know how long, just that he had. Strider was powerful, too, but he had a handicap. His demon.
Like thatll slow him.
The thought was immediately followed by another. You can use this. She needed to know what her mother and Juliette were planning and a fight between Strider and Lazarus would serve as the perfect distraction, allowing her to slip away unnoticed to accidentally on purpose overhear something.
Strider must have considered the same thingand his demon must have accepted the challenge of finding outbecause he launched himself at the warrior without another word. The two flew to the ground in a tangle of limbs. And knives. The silver tips glinted in the moonlight.
Yeah, Strider wanted to kill the warrior, but that wasnt why hed started the fight and she knew it. Hed given her the cover she needed to find the women in question, but damn it! She hated to leave him.
As the warriors grunted in pain, dashed and ducked, threw punches, kicked and slashed, the Harpies around the campfire noticed. A second later, the cheering and betting began.
Kaia worked her way through the throng, her gaze remaining on Strider until the last possible second. He and Lazarus were now rolling in the snow, leaving pools of blood in their wake. Her stomach clenched.
Dont worry. He can take care of himself.
That didnt stop her from trembling as she crouched on the fringes of the crowd and sniffed, searching for her mothers familiar scent. Nothing. She inched forward. Still nothing. To the right. Nothing. To the leftthere!
She propelled in that direction, staying in the shadows as much as possible. All too soon the mountains incline stopped her forward progress. She glanced upward. Ice, jagged rocks. A ledge.
A ledge that most likely led to a cavern.
How cliché. Harpies could jump higher than humans, and even hover in the air for short periods of time, but because their wings were so small, they couldnt fly. She had to do this the hard way and climb. She placed her hands and feet precisely, lest a pebble or ice chunk fall. If the women were up thereand she thought that they were, the unimaginative villainsthe slightest noise could alert them. Oh, she didnt doubt that they heard the chaos below, but that was something theyd expected.
The clenching in her stomach worsened when a voice she recognized as belonging to an Eagleshield whooped and shouted from below, Thats the way, cowboy. Beat his face in!
Who was the cowboy? Strider or Lazarus? Her money was on Lazarus because Juliette was an Eagleshield, which meant her clan would prefer him to Strider. Even though Strider was a delicious Lord of the Underworld. Idiots. They made her ashamed to call herself a Harpy.