Holy hell, I think you broke his nose. Sweetest punch ever. Do it again! Do it again, someone else chanted.
Gut him!
I get to nail the winner!
No way. I do.
You cant afford to look.
Up she continued to climb, not pausing until she reached the ledge. Her arms shook and her thighs burned, but she held herself steady, listening. There was a murmur of voices, yes, but they were whispered and she couldnt tell if they were male or female. Couldnt even guess how many were speaking.
To find out, shed have to go in.
If they spotted her, theyd fight her. But a fight was better than a secret meeting, where plans were made and enacted. At the very least, shed prevent the attendees from solidifying any goals.
She inhaled a measured breath, reached down, dangling from the ledge by one hand and palmed a dagger. Then she did the same with the other hand, until she was two-fisting weapons and ice. Then she hauled herself over.
A mistake. One she knew she would regret forever.
Shed been set up, she immediately realized with dread.
There was no time to act. Manacles shot out from the bottom sides of the cavern and latched around her ankles, metal teeth digging so deep they hit bone. She stifled her cry of pain, even as her knees buckled. Cant distract Strider.
Her mother and Juliette hadnt met in private. They hadnt met at all. Theyd simply assembled a group of murder-minded Hunters. And those Hunters were staring at her, smiling, as if theyd been waiting for her all along.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
WIN, WIN, WIN.
As Strider fought the strongest immortal hed ever encountered, his demon chanted excitedly, nervously. That wouldnt have been so bad, or so distracting, if there hadnt been another voice inside his head. Tabithas. Prodding him toward a raging darkness hed never felt before.
They want to kill her. They will kill her.
He damn well knew the Harpies wanted to kill her. Would they succeed, though? Hell, no. But if Tabitha was talking to him, she couldnt be meeting with Juliette. And if she wasnt meeting with Juliette, why the hell had he accepted a challenge he might not be able to win, just to distract the ranks, giving Kaia time to infiltrate her enemys camp?
WIN!
You arent helping. Hard knuckles connected with his mouth, his teeth shredding the bastards skin. Not quite the silver lining of his dreams. His brain banged against his skull and for a moment, he saw stars. He hated stars. Blood coated his tongue, slid down his throat. Lazarus rolled on top of him, pinning his shoulders with firm, bony knees. Punch, punch, punch.
Bone cracked. Broke. Shattered.
WIN!
I damn well know, he mentally sneered. And he would win this. Just as soon as he found his knives in the blood-stained snow. Bastard was going to lose his head. Maybe. Hopefully.
Surely.
At the very least, Lazarus was going to spill his guts. He was a threat to Kaia. Threats to Kaia were not allowed to live.
She will die. Tonight. There is nothing you can do to save her. Tabitha again.
Punch, punch, punch.
More stars, riding the coattails of pain. Rage stormed through him, lightning caged too long, finally released. He bucked with all his strength, sending Lazarus crashing behind him.
Strider was on his feet in an instant. Through swollen eyes, he saw Lazarus smile with delight as he, too, stood. In the back of Striders mind, he knew Lazarus could have done a lot worse to him. Could have sliced and diced him. Could have gone for his man-business. Instead, the child of a god and a nightmarish monster had used his fists. What was up with that?
As the Harpies cheered, the warriors circled each other.
How predictable you are, Lazarus tsked under his tongue. And wasnt that weird. Hed spoken in the language of the gods, used so long ago. A language the Harpies probably didnt understand.
Strider replied using the same harsh tones and nearly forgotten words. How pathetic you are. Lazarus the Lapdog, Juliettes bitch.
Bye-bye smile. Gold star for Striderand suddenly, he really liked stars. Go figure. Defeat chuckled.
You think youll be any different? Juliette will enslave you the same way she has enslaved me. What else do you think this competition is about? Not the idiotic games these females like to play. This is simply about punishing the redhead.
For what you did, the way I hear it.
Lazarus shrugged, unconcerned. She freed me. The blame falls on her.
She was a child.
Another shrug of those wide shoulders. And I was worked into a fury over my circumstances. I cannot control myself when the fury hits.
Which meant he wasnt worked into a fury right now. Or, if he was, the chains tattooed around his neck and wrists prevented him from doing anything about it.
Start fighting again already, a Harpy called.
Seriously. Bor-ing! This speaker tossed an empty beer bottle at him and the glass slammed against his stomach.
WIN!
Stupid Defeat.
You talk. She dies. And there was Tabitha yet again.
He gnashed his molars. He knew the bitch was simply taunting him, trying to distract him, to work him into a lather, convincing him to walk away from this altercation and purposely lose. Then hed be out for the count and Kaia vulnerable.
If Juliettes so powerful, why hasnt she tried to enslave me yet? Strider demanded. Answers first, ass kicking second. Tit for tat.
Lazaruss gaze was pitying. Havent you learned anything? The Harpies enjoy drama and theatrics more than any other race.
No denying that. Howd she do it, then? Youre a pretty tough guy. For a pussy. Howd she enslave you?
Swollen lips twitched. With amusement? As are you. All I can tell you is to beware of first prize.
The Rod? The Rod had enslaved Lazarus? So its the real deal? There went his theory that Juliette had been faking. A theory hed wished to the gods had proven to be true. No hands were better than the wrong hands.
I cant say.
Wont, you mean.
Those onyx eyes glittered with a thousand secrets. No. Cant. Im skirting the edge of obedience even saying that much.
And what happens when you disobey?
Pain. Death. The usual suspects. And now, Im sorry to say, I must continue distracting you.
Strider cocked a brow. Youre sorry to say?
A confident nod. Youre not really a bad sort and I actually like the redhead. Shes feisty.
Shes mine.
A grin as slow and thick as dripping honey. You have to survive first. That was the only warning Strider had. Lazarus sprinted forward, a blur the naked eye couldnt see.
Fists once again hammered into him, the impact throwing him in a tailspin of pain. He rotated when he hit, uncaring that he could no longer breathe as long as he could protect his face.
Win!
At least the demon wasnt screaming anymore. Strider scanned the snow and bodies for weapons, darting left and right as he did so, moving around the Harpies, hoping the warrior wouldnt punch them just to reach him. Dude reminded Strider of Sabin, who thought men and women were equals in battle and didnt discriminate when it came to killing. But Juliette was his mistress and shed probably forbidden him from hurting her sisters.
Finally. He spotted broadswords. Not his own, but a Harpys. He slid them from their sheathes at her back.
Hey, she squawked when she realized what hed done.
He darted away before she could claw him for the theft. His boots slipped on the ice. Finding his balance proved difficult, but he kept moving, listening for any telltale sounds that might give away Lazaruss location.
Feminine huffsdirectly behind him. That meant Harpies were being shoved aside, rather than danced around. Such an obvious mistake, he thought. Lazarus was too good a fighter for that. Did he want to lose?
Damn it, Strider didnt want to like him.
Spinning when he reached an unoccupied stretch, Strider went low. He stretched out his arms, the blades extended. Contact. Lazarus jumped, but he was too late. The metal sliced into his ankles, hobbling him. He fell and fell hard, the ice offering no cushion from impact.
With Defeat cheering inside Striders headwon, won, wonhe pinned the warrior exactly as he had been pinned, knees to shoulders. Lazarus didnt resist.
That hurt.
Sorry. Strider slammed the sword tips beside the mans temples. And thank you, he said, fighting the wave of pleasure victory had brought. It would distract him.
Eyes bright with surprise peered up at him.
What, you didnt think Id realize youd thrown the fight? Give me some credit, at least. Once again, he used the ancient language of the gods.
Then that wave of winning-induced pleasure blasted free of his restraints. He couldnt hold it back a second longer. He shivered and moaned right along with Defeat.
Sparks of ecstasy ignited in his veins, heating him up. Not to the same degree that making love with Kaia had, but enough to cause him to spring instant, embarrassing, wood.
Before Lazarus could reply, the mans surprise gave way to amusement and the warrior winged a brow in question.
Not for you, Strider said, flushing.
Thank the gods for that.
So. Lets get the rest of this over with. You heal quickly?
Yeah.
Im sorry for this, but I need five minutes alone and I cant have you coming after me. He reclaimed the swords, jerked them from the ice, then slammed them into Lazaruss shoulders. Do me a solid and stay down.
A grunt, a stiffening of that big body. Boos all around him.
Strider pushed to his feet and moved out of striking distance, already scanning the vista. Harpies gaped at him, even backed away. A few of the braver ones offered him pinkie waves and seductive grins, open invitations to bed them.
He caught Sabins gaze. Lysander was beside him, golden wings arching over his shoulders. Despite the cold, the two were sweating. They must have heard the commotion and rushed here.
He motioned to the mountain at his left with a tilt of his chin and they nodded. While Lazarus had been pounding his face in, hed kept an eye on Kaia. Shed climbed that mountain and disappeared inside a cavern.
He stalked forward, determined. Within a few steps, the consorts were flanking his sides. Along the way, he thought he smelled smoke. And burning flesh. Panic suddenly infused him and he looked up. The panic mixed with dread. Dark smoke wafted from the cavern.
Shit! No time to climb. Get me up there, he demanded. Now.
Lysander caught his urgency. He gripped Strider under the arms, wings extending, legs bending to push. They shot into the air and the angel dropped him onto the ledge before heading down to repeat the process with Sabin.
Kaia! Strider rushed inside, coughing as the smoke thickened and burned his throat. He waved his hand in front of his stinging eyes, trying to see. Then he was in the center of the destruction, and there was no reason to wave away the darkness. He could see just fine.
At least twenty-five bodies were on fire, flames still crackling from them, illuminating the area. They were so charred, he couldnt tell if they were male or female. His heart nearly burst from his chest, his blood heating with more of that panic. She couldnt be one of the dead. She just couldnt.
He would have failed her. He couldnt have failed her. He needed her. Loved her. Kaia, he said past the lump growing in his throat. Kaia, baby doll. Where are you, love?
What the hell? Sabin demanded behind him.
Great Deity, Lysander breathed.
Strider ignored them, bending to study the bodies closest to him. He was shaking as he reached out and removed the dagger clutched in that blackened hand. The hilt was so hot his skin immediately blistered, but he didnt release it. He didnt recognize it, either. Okay. Okay, then. This one wasnt her.
A whimper echoed a few feet ahead of him. Female. Pain-filled. Familiar. No sweeter sound. He was on his feet in an instant, racing toward it. Then he saw her, and ground to an abrupt halt. His stomach twisted into a hundred sharp knots, each one cutting at him.
Theyd staked her to the wall.
As relieved as he was that she lived, he wanted to die. Swords were anchored into her shoulders, pinning her to the rocky wall. Blood dripped down her naked body, covering her with crimson streaks of pain. If they had raped her
With only the thought, Strider felt ready to open himself up to his demon completely, to let his wicked half reign, to beat every citizen in the world to pulp.
Rage later. See to her now. One stomping step, two.
Flames crackled on his shirt, burning the material, singeing his skin. He stopped and patted himself down. When that didnt help, he ripped the fabric over his head and tossed it aside. Only then did the fire die.
What happened
Get out, Strider growled, and Sabin shut his mouth. Both of you. Now. She would not want anyone to see her like this.
Silence. Reluctant footsteps. Strider studied his woman all the while. Her eyes were black, the whites completely gone, but interspersed throughout that midnight canvas were the same flames that had singed him. They crackled angrily.
Kaia, he said gently.
She struggled against the swords, gave another whimper.
Be still, baby doll. Okay? He dared another step closer. A mistake. His jeans caught fire next. Again he stopped. This time he didnt bother patting himself down, he just cut the offending material from his body, leaving him in underwear and boots.
Baby doll, listen to me. Okay? he said, trying again. He dropped the blade, lest she think he meant to hurt her. Please listen to me. I want to help you. Im going to help you, whether you want me to or not. Please dont kill me until I get you out of here.
He expected Defeat to kick up a few protests about that litany of pleases. Maybe consider it a challenge. The demon remained silent, however. Still afraid of Kaia? Or mourning what had been done to her after the pleasure theyd experienced in her arms?