Conquer the Darkness

by Alexandra Ivy

  “It’s better than Invisible Warrior,” she chided.

  “Maybe we can just be Ulric and Rainn from now on.”

  A soul-deep longing twisted her heart. That’s exactly what she wanted. No more fighting. No more evil. No more destiny hanging over her head like a guillotine.

  “Do you think the beast was destroyed?” she asked.

  “Either it was destroyed, or Inga managed to seal the door with enough power to block it from entering our world.”

  She blinked at the sheer confidence in his voice. “You sound very certain.”

  He smiled. “I am.”

  “How?”

  “This.” He reached to wrap his fingers around her wrist, holding up her arm.

  It took her a second to realize what he was talking about. Then the breath was driven from her lungs.

  “It’s gone,” she rasped, gazing at her skin where the Oracles’ mark used to be.

  “You’re free,” Ulric told her.

  Joy raced through her. She’d never dared to think beyond her duty to the Oracles. It was too painful. Now…

  Now she could barely contain her happiness. Twining her arms around Ulric’s neck, she gazed at him in wonderment. This male had given her more than his heart. He’d given her a reason to fight for a future.

  “Not exactly free,” she murmured, tugging his head down to nip at his lower lip. “Now I have a mate.”

  Easily sensing her wakening passion, Ulric rolled on top of her, his eyes smoldering with a golden heat. “A very demanding mate.”

  She pressed a lingering kiss against his lips. “You talk too much.”

  Epilogue

  Ulric and Rainn remained at the castle for another day, returning to Vegas just as the sun was setting. Escorting his mate to his private rooms, he left her to enjoy a hot bath, while he went in search of Chiron.

  He found the vampire seated at his desk in his sleek silver-and-black office. Closing the door, Ulric watched as the vampire rose to his feet and crossed the carpet to stand directly in front of him.

  “How is Rainn?”

  Ulric wrinkled his nose. “Still exhausted, but delighted to be released from her duty to the Oracles.”

  “Hmm.” Chiron studied him with a faint smile. “And you?”

  Ulric felt a shiver race through him. Not one of fear, thank the goddess. But of anticipation.

  “Ready to conquer the world.”

  “Yeah.” Chiron slapped him on the shoulder. “A good female will do that to a male. You’ll need a larger apartment. The penthouse suite is available.”

  “Actually, I think we might spend some time with Rainn’s family,” he said. Rainn had mentioned her desire to visit her parents shortly before they’d left the mer-folk castle. “She’s been away from them for years. Plus, she wants to search for the child who will be marked by the Oracles. She doesn’t want them to feel alone, as she did.”

  Chiron nodded. “How long will you be gone?”

  “I’m not sure.” Ulric glanced around the office, knowing he was going to miss this hotel. It’d been his home for decades. But now his place was at Rainn’s side. “Don’t worry. I’m sure that Waverly will be more than capable of helping with Dreamscape.”

  Chiron appeared oddly offended. “I’m not asking you as a business partner. I’m asking as your brother.”

  Brother. Warmth cascaded through Ulric. He’d grieved for the loss of his family for so long, always somehow blaming himself for their loss. Now, he was ready to put the memory of his pack to rest. He would always miss them, but he had a new family.

  Chiron and Rainn. And even Waverly.

  Then the thought of family triggered a less pleasant thought.

  “We’ll be gone a few weeks or so,” he told Chiron. “At some point I’m going to have to return to the mer-folk’s lair and make a decision about what to do with Brigette.”

  “A worry for later.” Chiron squeezed his shoulder. “Go enjoy your new mate.”

  Heat prickled through Ulric. It didn’t take much effort to imagine Rainn in his deep soaking tub, completely naked. In fact, it was harder not to keep imagining it.

  But first he had to finish the task that had brought him to this office in the first place. “I do have one request.”

  “Name it,” Chiron said without hesitation.

  “Can Chaaya stay here until we know exactly how she’s going to react to this world?” he asked. He’d brought the girl with him when they came to Vegas. Not out of choice, but because Inga had threatened to have Chaaya tossed in the dungeon if he didn’t get her out of there. “I’d like to have her someplace where she’ll be protected.”

  “Chaaya?” Chiron’s brows snapped together. “The dead human who challenged the mer-folk warriors to a drinking contest and got them so trollied they were swinging from the chandeliers and running naked through the hallways?”

  Ulric grimaced. “She’s like a human teenager. All hormones and smartass mouth. But she did save my life, and she needs someone watching over her.”

  Chiron shuddered, but he offered a grudging nod. “Fine. But you’ll owe me.”

  Ulric abruptly pulled the vampire into his arms for a rough hug. This male had rescued him from the slave pits, given him a purpose in his life, and filled the sense of pack that he’d so desperately needed. “More than I’ll ever be able to repay.”

  Chiron returned the hug for the briefest moment, then he pulled back with a chiding frown.

  “Okay, that’s enough mush. Your mate’s waiting for you.” He waved his hand toward the door. “Go.”

  Ulric didn’t have to be told twice.

  Leaving the office, he sprinted down the hallway. He fully intended to rejoin Rainn before she left her bath.

  He ignored the startled glances that followed his mad flight, his laugh of pure joy trailing behind him.

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  THE INTENDED VICTIM

  ONCE, SHE GOT AWAY

  The body lying on a cold steel slab bears all the hallmarks of the Chicago Butcher. There’s a cruel slash across her throat, deep enough to sever the carotid artery, and a small crescent carved into her right breast. Her delicate features are painfully familiar to Ash Marcel, once a rising star in the Chicago PD. But though the victim resembles his former fiancée, Remi Walsh, he knows it’s not her.

  BUT THIS TIME

  Though Remi escaped a serial killer five years ago, her father died trying to save her. Grief and guilt caused her to pull away from the man she loved. Now Ash is back in her life, insisting that Remi is still in danger.

  IT’S A DEAD END…

  Someone is targeting women who look just like Remi. With or without a badge, Ash intends to unmask the Butcher. But the killer isn’t playing games any longer. He’s moving in, ready to finish what he started, and prove there’s nothing more terrifying than a killer’s obsession…

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  Prologue

  The sun was still struggling to crest the horizon when Angel Conway entered the small park next to Lake Michigan. Shivering, she hunched herself deeper in her heavy coat. Shit. Was there anywhere in the world colder than Chicago in the winter? She doubted even the North Pole felt as frigid. Especially this morning, with the wind whipping the icy droplets from the nearby lake. They stung her face like tiny darts.

  Unfortunately, she had no choice but to drag herself out of her bed at such a god-awful hour to brave the cold. It was the same reason she snuck out every Friday morning.

  When she came to Chicago, she’d intended to have a clean start. No drugs. No men. Nothing that would screw up her one opportunity to climb out of the sewer she’d made of her life. But after the operation, she’d been given painkillers, and the hunger had been stroked to life
. Within three weeks of her arrival in the city, she was back to the same old habits.

  Stomping her feet in an attempt to keep blood flowing to her toes, she scanned the shadowed lot. Where was her john? Usually she was the one running late. She did it deliberately to avoid being turned into a human popsicle. She wanted to arrive at the park, climb into the man’s expensive Jag, do her business, and get her pills. No fuss, no muss.

  And no frostbite.

  “Come on, come on,” she muttered, rubbing her hands together.

  Maybe she should bail. She could sneak out this weekend and find a street dealer. Of course, what little money she had…

  Her thoughts were shattered by the sharp snap of a branch. She frowned, glancing over her shoulder at the trees directly behind her. She’d chosen this spot because it gave her an open view of the lot, but at the same time offered her cover in case a cop decided to drive through the park. Now she felt a weird sense of dread crawl over her skin.

  She was from the country. She knew the sound of a critter scrambling through the underbrush.

  There was someone moving in the darkness. The only question was whether it was an early morning jogger. Or a pervert who was spying on her.

  She never considered there might have been a third possibility.

  Not until she felt the cold blade press against her throat…

  Chapter 1

  Dr. Ashland Marcel entered his office on the campus of Illinois State University. It was a small, dark space that had one window overlooking the parking lot. An office reserved for a professor who hadn’t yet received his tenure. Not that the cramped space bothered Ash. As much as he enjoyed teaching criminal justice classes, he hadn’t fully committed to spending the rest of his life in an academic setting. Especially after a day like today.

  With a grimace, he dropped into his seat behind the cluttered desk. A sigh escaped his lips. It was only noon, but he was grateful he was done teaching his classes for the day.

  The students weren’t the only ones looking forward to the end of the semester, he wryly acknowledged. Early December in the Midwest meant short, brutally cold days. A bunch of twenty-somethings trapped inside for weeks at a time was never a good thing. His classroom was choking with their pent-up energy.

  But it was Friday. And Monday the students started finals. Which meant that in less than seven days he could look forward to a month of peace and quiet.

  Pretending he didn’t notice the tiny ache in the center of his heart at the thought of spending the holidays alone in his small house, Ash opened his laptop. He needed to get through his email before he could call it a day.

  He’d barely fired up the computer when the door to his office was shoved open. He glanced up with a forbidding glare. His students were told on the first day of class that they could come to him during his posted office hours. He’d discovered his first year of teaching that they would follow him into the toilet with questions if he didn’t set firm guidelines.

  His annoyance, however, swiftly changed to surprise at the sight of the man dressed in a worn blue suit who stepped through the opening.

  Detective Jackson “Jax” Marcel.

  At a glance, it was easy to tell the two were brothers. They both had light brown hair that curled around the edges. Ash’s was allowed to grow longer now that he was no longer on the police force, and had fewer strands of gray. And they both had blue eyes. Ash’s were several shades darker, and framed by long, black lashes that had been the bane of his childhood. And they were both tall and slender, with muscles that came from long morning jogs instead of time in the gym.

  Ash rose to his feet, his brows arching in surprise. It wasn’t uncommon for his family to visit. The university was only a couple hours from Chicago. But they never just appeared in his office without calling.

  “Jax.”

  Jax stretched his lips into a smile, but it was clearly an effort. “Hey, bro.”

  Ash studied his companion. Jax was the oldest of the four Marcel brothers, but since they had been born within a six-year span they were all close in age. That was perhaps why they’d always been so tight. You messed with one Marcel, you messed with them all.

  “What are you doing here?” Ash demanded.

  “I need to talk to you.”

  “You couldn’t call?”

  Jax grimaced. “I preferred to do it face-to-face.”

  Fear curled through the pit of Ash’s stomach. Something had happened. Something bad. He leaned forward, laying his palms flat on the desk.

  “Mom? Dad?”

  Jax gave a sharp shake of his head. “The family is fine.”

  “Then what’s going on?”

  “Sit down.”

  Ash clenched his teeth. His brother’s attempt to delay the bad news was twisting his nerves into a painful knot. “Shit. Just tell me.”

  Perhaps realizing that he was doing more harm than good, Jax heaved a harsh sigh.

  “It’s Remi Walsh.”

  Ash froze. He hadn’t heard the name Remi in five years. Not since he’d packed his bags and walked away from Chicago and the woman who’d promised to be his wife.

  “Remi.” His voice sounded oddly hollow. “Is she hurt?”

  This time Jax didn’t torture him. He spoke without hesitation.

  “Her body arrived in the morgue this morning.”

  Morgue.

  “No.” The word was wrenched from Ash’s lips as his knees buckled and he collapsed into his chair.

  Jax stepped toward the desk, his expression one of pity. “I’m sorry, Ash.”

  Ash shook his head. “This has to be a mistake,” he said, meaning every word.

  It was a mistake. There was no way in hell that Remi could be dead.

  “I wish it was a mistake, bro,” Jax said in sad tones. “But I saw her with my own eyes.”

  Ash grimly refused to accept what his brother was telling him. He’d tumbled head over heels in love with Remi from the second she’d strolled into the police station to take her father to lunch. Ash had just made detective and Gage Walsh was his partner. Thankfully, that hadn’t stopped him from asking out Remi. She’d been hesitant at first, clearly unsure she wanted to date someone who worked so closely with her father. But from their first date they’d both known the sensations that sizzled between them were something special.

  That’s why he couldn’t accept she was gone.

  If something had happened to Remi, he would know. In his heart. In his very soul.

  “How long has it been since you last spent time with her?” he challenged his brother.

  Jax shrugged. “Five years ago.”

  “Exactly. How could you possibly recognize her after so long?”

  “Ash.” Jax reached up to run his hand over his face, his shoulders stooped. He looked like he was weary to the bone. “Denying the truth doesn’t change it.”

  Anger blasted through Ash. He wanted to vault across the desk and slam his fist into his brother’s face for insisting on the lie. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d given Jax a black eye. Of course, his brother had pounded him back, chipping a tooth and covering him in bruises, but it’d been totally worth it.

  Instead, he forced himself to leash his raw emotions.

  “It’s official?” he demanded.

  Jax gave a slow shake of his head. “Not yet. The medical examiner is overwhelmed, as usual. It will be hours before they can run fingerprints, even with me putting pressure on them.”

  The anger remained, but it was suddenly threaded with hope. Nothing was official.

  The words beat through him, echoing his heavy pulse.

  At the same time, he continued to glare at his brother. “Why come here before you’re sure it’s Remi?”

  Jax coughed, as if clearing his throat. “I wanted you to be prepared.”

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p; Ash narrowed his gaze. The shock of Jax’s announcement had sent his brain reeling. Which was the only explanation for why he hadn’t noticed his brother’s hands clenching and unclenching. It wasn’t just sympathy that was causing his brother’s unease.

  “No. There’s something you’re not telling me,” he said.

  Jax glanced toward the window, then down at the scuff marks on his leather shoes. Was he playing for time? Or searching for the right words? “Let’s go for a drink,” he finally suggested.

  “Dammit, Jax. This isn’t the time for games,” Ash snapped. “Just tell me.”

  Jax’s lips twisted before he forced himself to speak the words he’d clearly hoped to avoid. “She was found with her throat slit.”

  Ash surged to his feet, knocking over the chair. It smashed against the wooden floor with a loud bang, but Ash barely noticed.

  “Was there a mark?” he rasped.

  It’d been only a few weeks after he’d started dating Remi that Gage had put together the connection that a rash of dead women was the work of a serial killer. They’d tagged him the Chicago Butcher since it was suspected that he used a butcher’s knife to slice the throats of his victims. Only the cops knew that there had been a hidden calling card left behind by the killer: a small crescent carved onto each victim’s right breast. No one knew if it was supposed to be a “c” or a moon or perhaps some unknown symbol. But it was always there.

  “Yes.”

  “Like the others?” he pressed.

  Jax nodded. Ash reached into his pocket to pull out his keys. He’d gone from white-hot emotion erupting through him like lava to an ice-cold determination.

  The Chicago Butcher had destroyed his life five years ago. If the bastard was back, then Ash was going to track him down and kill him. He didn’t care if he had a badge or not.

  He tossed his keys to his brother. “Go to my house and pack a bag.”

  Jax caught the keys, his brows tugging together. “Ash, there’s nothing you can do.”

  “I have to see her,” Ash muttered, not adding his secondary reason for returning to Chicago. His brother was smart. He knew Ash would be hungry for revenge. “She was my fiancée.”