Midnight's Master

by Cynthia Eden

  The spinning flames died away.

  Kim Went crept down the hallway at News Flash Five. She knew the rotation of the guards, knew the exact movements of the anchored security cameras.

  She’d studied the layout carefully before making her move.

  Her lips were dry, her palms wet—and Holly’s office door waited just a few feet away.

  Her gaze skated up to the camera. Locked on the lens. The camera swept the hallway, and in five, four, three—

  The lens shifted, giving her a perfect opportunity.

  She moved in a flash, grabbing the doorknob, shoving open the door and nearly falling inside.

  The envelope. Where was it? She had to find it.

  Her big break was in that envelope. Her break—and her life.

  Kim knew that Holly was sitting on one major story. Everyone at the station did. Holly kept going into private meetings with old Mac, and that guy knew what was hot in the news.

  But he wasn’t giving her a chance. No, Mac wouldn’t let Kim on the air, he just sent her after his coffee.

  Jerk.

  She’d show him. She’d get this story, before Holly, and she’d get her spot on camera.

  Kim hadn’t worked her butt off the last four years at Mellrune University in order to be a freaking coffee fetcher. She had student loans that were choking her, and she wasn’t going to be a gofer for the rest of her life, dammit!

  She fumbled with the desk. Shoved papers out of her way. Where was the envelope?

  Kim had seen Holly’s face when she opened that delivery. Oh, yeah, pay dirt.

  And then, when Holly had been so freaking desperate to find out who’d left the envelope—a dead giveaway.

  Sometimes, news smelled like blood. Rich and tantalizing.

  Kim loved the smell of blood. Always had. Maybe because her stepdad had been a vampire, a vamp who’d met an unfortunate decapitation end in a car accident. She’d tried to get him to transform her, once, but he’d looked at her like she was crazy.

  “Shit.” Her whisper was too loud. But she couldn’t find the envelope. Kim jerked open another drawer. Then another.

  The envelope had to be related to those murders. Demon murders. She knew the truth about those men and that lady the cops had just found.

  She’d heard Ben and Holly talking about her, too.

  Demons. All of them.

  Old Mac probably thought she didn’t know jack about the real world. She knew enough that she could probably give him nightmares.

  Hell, yeah, this story was her big break…and it really was her life, too.

  Because she wasn’t about to let the killer come after—

  The office door squeaked open.

  Kim froze, crouched just over the desk.

  A security guard? No, the patrol should have been on the other side and—

  “Hello, bitch.”

  Terror rose, choking her.

  That voice—a low, sinister whisper. Evil.

  Kim knew evil.

  Knew when she was staring straight at it, even when it wore such a simple disguise.

  She reached for the lamp—

  And evil attacked.

  Chapter 11

  "I want to talk with Carl’s friends.”

  Her voice was quiet. Her hands moved lazily across his chest.

  Niol opened his eyes and turned his head.

  Fuck. She was so beautiful.

  Not a quick screw.

  An addiction.

  Her nails bit lightly into his flesh. “Did you hear me, Niol? I said—”

  He caught her hand. Kissed her fingertips. Tasted her with his tongue. “I heard, love.”

  “He mentioned two names to me, Sean and Ted. Said they were close. If he was scared of someone, if somebody was after him, they’d know.”

  Yes, he rather thought they would.

  “I think they’re demons.”

  They were.

  “You can set up the meeting with those guys. I know you can find them and—”

  Ah, no rest for the wicked. “Meeting’s in…” He glanced over at the gleaming clock on her nightstand. “Forty minutes.”

  “What?”

  He rose, stealing one last glance at the lady’s gorgeous breasts. “The meeting’s in forty minutes.” Holly was right. The two demons might know something about the bastard who’d been after Carl. After a bit of tracking, he’d found the two guys and arranged a little get-together of sorts.

  They hadn’t exactly been eager to accept his initial invitation.

  But they’d changed their minds, eventually.

  “You weren’t going to tell me about this?”

  Niol jerked on his jeans. Rolled his shoulders. “If you asked, I was.”

  He heard a growl behind him, then a small palm curled around his shoulder and attempted to swing him around. He turned because he rather liked to see her flushed with anger.

  “We’re partners on this case. You’re supposed to be my demon guide here! We’re supposed to be working together—”

  “I just told you about the meeting.” A thank-you would have been nice.

  Another growl.

  He couldn’t help it. Niol kissed her. Damn, but her lips were sweet. He savored the kiss for a moment, enjoying the soft press of her mouth against his, then…“Hurry, love, don’t want to keep the young demons waiting.”

  Her teeth snapped together.

  People were crammed into Paradise Found. As usual. So closely packed that walking a few feet was a serious effort. Niol sighed, swept his hand ahead of him, and nodded when a light breeze seemed to sweep the dancers back.

  Business was good, and that was just fucking dandy, but the people got on his nerves some nights.

  “Nice trick,” Holly murmured from behind him.

  Niol gave a nod and led the way to the far side of the bar. Two guards stood in front of the door, arms crossed over their chests. Demons. He’d always found it best to give these particular…types of jobs to his brethren.

  When they saw him, they stepped to the side, clearing the access to the door. “They’re waitin’ on you, boss.”

  “Good.” He jerked his thumb to the crowd. “Make sure no one disturbs us.”

  “Damn straight.” From the guy on the left. Max. He’d been with Niol for about five years now, ever since the demon had gotten out of jail. The charge had been manslaughter, but Niol knew the asshole he’d killed had deserved to die.

  He’d raped and killed Max’s mother. It had just taken Max a few years to track the asshole. Niol had gotten Max a good lawyer, and he’d ended up only doing three years.

  Easy time for a demon.

  “Come on.” He tugged Holly’s hand. Saw the quick glance exchanged by the demons.

  They knew to guard Holly just as carefully as they guarded him. All of his staff understood that now.

  He’d made a point of educating every one of them earlier that night.

  The door slammed closed behind them, muting the sounds of the bar. “Watch your step.” The stairs were old, rickety, and the last thing he wanted was for her to take a header in those sexy shoes he loved.

  But Holly’s steps were sure, and in moments, they were at the foot of the stairs where—

  “Oh, damn.” Holly froze beside him.

  He glanced at the two waiting men.

  “Niol, why the hell are they bound and gagged?”

  “Huh.” The men stared at him with wide eyes, their arms bound to the chairs behind them. “Guess the guards were a little…overzealous.”

  “Overzealous, my ass.” She flew across the room in seconds, snatching out the gags and fumbling with the ropes. “Jesus, Niol, this is kidnapping! Do you know how much trouble you could get into for something like this—”

  Not much. The demons weren’t going to rat him out. They were free now, but neither of the guys, who looked like they were about twenty-one or maybe twenty-two, were moving so much as an inch.

  Smart fellows.
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br />   “Uh, are you guys okay?” Holly asked.

  Their eyes were still on him.

  Niol crossed his arms over his chest and waited. He could be patient when necessary.

  It was the smaller guy who broke. The one with pale skin, a mop of blond hair, and a chin that looked a little weak. “You gonna kill us?”

  Niol sighed. Why did he always get the drama queens? So the guys had been escorted in…maybe a little roughly, but seriously…“If I wanted you dead, you’d be ash by now.”

  The guy on the right—a big guy, long and lanky—gave a moan.

  “Not. Helpful.” A growl from Holly. She waved her hand in front of their faces. “Hi, there. I’m Holly. I, um, knew Carl.”

  Drama queen’s gaze shot to her. “The reporter.” He licked his lips. “Carl—he mentioned you.”

  “He mentioned you, too. Sean, right?”

  A nod.

  “And you’re…”

  “Ted.” At least the guy wasn’t moaning anymore.

  “Right.” Niol caught the flash of Holly’s smile. Pretty smile, that. One he’d seen her use on camera to reassure dozens of witnesses.

  Sean’s shoulders began to relax.

  Maybe it was a good thing he’d brought her along.

  “I don’t know what happened tonight—” She began.

  “I do.” Okay, now little Sean was starting to get an attitude. “He—” His bony index finger pointed right at Niol. “Sent his goons after us. We just wanted to get out of town, but he wouldn’t let us leave. He made us come—”

  Time to cut through the shit. “Why were you running?” Simple question. He knew they’d been fleeing, that was one of the reasons he’d had to pounce so hard on the men.

  The two looked at each other. Didn’t speak.

  “Why. Were. You. Running?” Scared men ran. So did guilty men. He didn’t think these guys were guilty of murder. They didn’t have the look for it, but he’d been wrong before.

  “S-someone’s d-demon hunting, man.” Ted. For his size, he seemed to scare easier. “You know th-this sh-shit.” His watery eyes went to Holly. “You know.”

  She inclined her head.

  “F-first Carl. Shit.” He shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut. The ropes were on the ground at his feet—feet that were moving back and forth in a fast tap.

  “We heard—we heard what the bastard did to him,” Sean said quietly. He swallowed, and the thick ball of his Adam’s apple bounced. “Then we heard about Julia—”

  “She never hurt nobody!” A snarl from Ted. Hmmm…hadn’t quite expected that flash of fury.

  “No.” Niol pitched his voice low. “I don’t imagine she did.” The killer would pay particularly for Julia. Sweet girl. Sad smile.

  “When we heard about her, we knew we could be next.” The words from Sean came fast, nearly tumbling over one another.

  “How did you hear about Julia?” Holly’s head was cocked, her gaze watchful. “Her body was just discovered by the cops.”

  “She’s been gone for days.” Sean nodded, that weak chin lifting. “Then we caught word tonight that the cops had found a woman all cut up, just like Carl—”

  “Knew it-it had to be J-Julia…” Ted’s hands knotted.

  The smaller demon sniffed. “The people who were close to Carl, don’t you see? We’re gettin’ picked off! That bastard knows what we are. He was watchin’ just like Carl said and—”

  “What did Carl say?” Holly’s voice cut through the tumble of the demon’s words.

  Sean’s mouth hung open for a moment.

  Niol took a step forward. “Answer.”

  “He was being watched.” Much slower now and hushed. “Saw a woman tailing him a few times.”

  “A woman? Did he say what she looked like?” Holly’s voice vibrated with tension.

  “She was pretty. Young. Short blond hair. Curly.” He shook his head. “Said he caught a glimpse of her a few times, and didn’t think anything of her at first…”

  “Un-until the n-note appeared,” Ted said, his breathing came harder, faster.

  “The note?” Holly asked. Tension had her body strung tight. Her brows furrowed. Niol had the urge to reach for her, to stroke her shoulders and ease that terrible tension.

  Not the time. Not the place.

  “A note…and a picture arrived.” Sean’s lips pressed together and then he gritted, “A fuckin’ threat, that’s what it was. Some shit about getting rid of the impure—”

  “We’re the im-impure!” Ted erupted, shoving to his feet.

  Niol locked a hand on the guy’s shoulder and shoved him back down. “The hell we are.” He was so tired of that demons-are-evil crap. “The bastard out there slicing up demons—he’s the impure one.” The fucked-up one. “We’re just the jerks who’ve gotten blamed for messed-up shit for centuries.” And he was tired as all hell of being persecuted.

  “Carl thought the woman left the note?” Holly’s voice seemed too calm after Ted’s furious intensity.

  “Yeah.” Sean nodded. “Her—or that guy Carl caught her with.”

  Now they were getting someplace. “Tell me about him,” Niol ordered.

  Another bounce of that Adam’s apple. “Carl didn’t see him well, and only caught a glimpse of the guy once, right before he found that damn note.”

  “What did he say about the guy?” Holly shifted from one foot to the other.

  “He was tall. Had on a big coat.” A helpless shrug. “That he’d kick the bastard’s ass if he saw him again?”

  Only he hadn’t gotten to give the bastard that promised ass-kicking.

  “W-we don’t know any-anything else.” Ted’s voice was calmer now, but his eyes were pure black. Niol didn’t take his hand off the guy’s shoulder. Not yet. That demon was wrapped way too tight and ready to explode.

  “Yeah, we do.” Sean’s eyes flickered between gray and black. “We know if we don’t get our asses out of town, we’re next.”

  “Why?” Holly’s eyes narrowed. “Did you get one of those notes, too?”

  The guy went even paler. “Not yet and shit, I’m not staying around to get one! Fucking death card. Found one at Julia’s. She had one, Carl had one—you get that shit, you die.”

  Holly turned her head and met Niol’s stare. He could see the worry. The fear.

  He released the demon. Caught Holly’s shoulders. “Nothing’s going to happen to me.”

  “Ah…shit.” Sean’s horror-filled whimper. “The guy’s marked you, man? You?”

  Niol glared at the punk. “I’m not scared of a human with a death wish.”

  “I am.”

  Yes, that was why the two had been breaking their necks to get out of town.

  “Running isn’t going to solve this problem.” He didn’t think the men were targets, at least not yet. Pity, he could have used some bait.

  “It’ll solve my problem,” Sean snapped. “I ain’t watchin’ them bury my friend. I ain’t gonna sit there and watch ’em lower his coffin into the ground—”

  “Hell, n-no.” Ted seconded and looked like he might vomit. “Not Carl. He was my b-best friend since we were s-six. I won’t w-watch him—”

  “Niol.” Holly’s voice was so quiet he almost didn’t hear her. Then he glanced back into her eyes. Saw the plea.

  Aw, fuck.

  Help them. Her lips moved, but she didn’t speak.

  Fuck.

  His back teeth ground together. He’d planned to cut the demons loose, let them slink away as fast as they could, and get on with the hunting.

  He’d put out the word to watch for the blond woman and see if anyone else had noticed her hanging around Carl.

  But his money wasn’t on the woman for the kills. Maybe she’d been a lookout. Maybe she’d been some kind of lure—

  The killer Niol wanted was the man. He knew it. The way Carl and Sam had been taken down—and even poor Julia—that much strength came from a man. The wounds had been too deep. Too hard.

 
Yes, it was the man he wanted and the man he’d find.

  Only a matter of time.

  Especially since it looked like he was next on the bastard’s list. Looked as if he’d be the bait.

  “Niol.” Holly’s whisper. A sexy sound, really. Breathy. One that stroked over his skin and made his cock twitch. He remembered the feel of silk sheets against his flesh and warm, soft woman around his body.

  He really didn’t have time for this shit with the demon duo. Hell, what was he? The freaking guardian of the demons? He was looking for the asshole who was slicing and dicing them but—

  Her hand pressed against his shoulder.

  He clenched his teeth and gritted, “I’ll put guards on you. They’ll get you out of town and to someplace safe.” But that was all that he was doing for them. Big green eyes or not.

  Thank you. Her lips moved quickly.

  Niol grunted.

  The duo blinked at him.

  “Are you—are you shitting us?” Sean asked suspiciously.

  If only. Niol shook his head.

  “I-I thought y-you were g-gonna k-kill us…” Ted’s stark voice.

  Holly sighed. “Oh, come on, what gave you that idea?”

  Sean glanced at the ropes near his feet.

  “Hmm…let’s just call that even, shall we?” She said brightly. “No need to dwell on a bit of, ah, miscommunication.”

  “Miscommunication, my ass.” Sean’s eyes were on Niol.

  He could almost like the little prick. Kinda reminded him of Carl. Niol stared back at the demon, mouth shut. There’d been no miscommunication, but he didn’t worry for a minute that these guys were going to go running to the cops. As a rule, demons didn’t handle things that way.

  “G-give us the g-guards…” Ted was still shaking. Despite his size, obviously he was the weaker of the two. “And I-I’ll fuckin’ f-forget everything!”

  “Good plan,” Niol murmured.

  Holly’s fingers tightened around him. “Niol…”

  He caught her hand and pressed a quick kiss into the center of her soft flesh.

  He heard the sharp inhalation of her breath, saw the flare of her pupils. He’d played the good guy for her. Hard, that. They’d just see how much she appreciated his efforts when they were alone and—