The Darkest Surrender

by Gena Showalter

Page 65

 

  “Yeah, he was growing on me, too. Perhaps—crap. Let’s talk about this later. ” She released him. “Gotta get my things and dress. Hold on. ”

  So they were in the tent they’d occupied earlier, he thought as he swayed. His ears perked as he listened for her sisters, but only the sound of her movements greeted him. Then she was gripping him and ushering him through the maze. He could picture their surroundings now, and knew a fence loomed in front of them.

  “Climb,” she said, confirming the layout in his head.

  His already damaged body protested the entire way over, but he made it. Continued forward.

  “Now jump. ”

  Another fence, though this one was barely more than a hurdle. He landed with a grunt of pain.

  “Boulder,” she said, jerking him to the side.

  Soon as they rounded it, they ran. Just ran. Through labored breaths, he inhaled the fragrance of pine, dirt and car exhaust. His boots pounded into rocks and grass, then pavement. A few times, he heard the surprised—and perhaps horrified—murmurs of humans.

  Kaia slowed, stopped, then pulled away from him again. “Stay here. ” Several minutes ticked by. He hated standing there, helpless, the Rod out in the open. “Cash,” she muttered when she returned to his side.

  “Smart girl. ”

  A haze of gold broke past the darkness of his sight and he blinked. Another blink. No change. Just that dim little light, but that was enough. He was already healing.

  What seemed an eternity later, Kaia rented a motel room and secured them inside. She helped him to the bed and he collapsed atop the mattress, taking the Rod with him.

  “FYI, you look like shit, Bonin’. ” She eased beside him and smoothed the hair from his brow with a gentle touch.

  He leaned into the caress. “Thanks, Red. Must say, I’ve felt better, too. ”

  “Is there anything I can do for you?”

  “Nah. All’s I need is time. ”

  “So what does that thing do? You mentioned the soul thing, yeah, but I’m confused. ”

  “You got a cell phone?” he asked, rather than answer. First things first. He had to get the artifact out of Rome and away from Juliette.

  “Yep. Grabbed it when I got dressed. ”

  “Call Lucien and ask him to come here. ”

  As she obeyed, the light he saw expanded, his vision clearing a little more. He began to notice little details. Overhead, the ceiling was a mix of white and yellow. The walls were white stucco. There was a window draped by thick red material. Beside him was a scarred nightstand, a blue lamp resting on top. His gaze moved to Kaia, who paced as she spoke into the phone. That ended and she went silent. She jabbed at the keypad, agitated.

  Another couple minutes passed before he could see her clearly. Bruises colored her left eye and jaw, and her upper lip was cut and swollen. Her hair lay in tangles around her shoulders. She wore a clean T-shirt and jeans, but no shoes. She’d run through the streets with bare feet, and it showed. Her toes were blackened from dirt and each step she took left a smudge of blood on the tiled floor.

  Not once had she complained or even uttered a squeak of pain. She was a warrior to her core, and his heart swelled with love and pride for her. She hadn’t cared that he’d taken the Rod. No, she’d praised him. Even though he’d caused her nothing but trouble.

  One of a kind, his Kaia.

  She deserved the best. Therefore, he was going to be a better man. For her.

  Frowning, she shoved her cell phone in her back pocket. “Lucien will be here in a few, he said. Also, I texted my sisters and told them where we are. Taliyah and Neeka are nearby and they’ll be here in a few minutes, too. I haven’t heard back from anyone else. ”

  Before the last word left her mouth, there was a knock at the door. Taliyah didn’t wait for Kaia to answer; she just strode inside, Neeka right behind her. The sisters embraced.

  “Sorry about the loss,” Taliyah said, patting her on the head.

  Kaia shrugged. “Like I haven’t caused my fair share of them lately. ”

  “So you’re a Phoenix, huh,” Neeka said.

  “I know. ” Crimson-streaked fingers scrubbed at her face, highlighting her fatigue. “I was surprised, too. ”

  Taliyah shook her head, a study of femininity as her pale hair danced around her shoulders. “Oh, Neeka and I weren’t surprised. ”

  Kaia’s brows knitted together. “Why not?”

  “You’ve been exhibiting signs for several weeks now. Plus, you burst into flames the day you were born. Mother wanted to protect you from your father, so she gave you something to ensure you wouldn’t do so again for centuries and would even react to the Phoenix toxin if you were scratched or bitten. ” Another pat, then Taliyah padded to Neeka’s side. “I knew it was only a matter of time before your ability resurfaced. ”

  Strider could actually hear Kaia’s thoughts; they were so forceful, they rode the threads of the connection between them, jolting him. What a freaking shocker. Mother actually acted motherly and helped me out. I want to hug the woman, then shake her. Can’t soften, though. This is war. “Well, you should have told me!” she fumed aloud.

  “Seriously,” Strider said. He would have sat up, glared, something, but damn, the pain inside him continued to intensify, his demon moaning and groaning.

  Taliyah paid him no heed. “And cause you pointless worry? Hardly. Now that it’s happened, you still have nothing to worry about. Okay? Your father will not try and take you, I promise. ”

  “You really think?” Vulnerability wove through each of the syllables.

  He wanted to call her over, hold her tight. If her dad—his father-in-law, he realized with a start—proved to be a problem, her dad would feel the wrath of a demon-possessed warrior.

  “I really know,” Taliyah assured her. “He’s dead. I killed him myself. And I know, I know. His people would have wanted you the moment they heard you could withstand their fire, since there aren’t many females who can. ”

  “Would have wanted?” Kaia and Strider asked in unison. He noticed she gave no indication that her father’s death bothered her. No sorrow wafted through their connection, her mind calm.

  A stiff nod, as if their surprise offended her. “I’m sure Strider told you about Neeka and I sneaking off and meeting a group of men. Anyway, Neeka owes me a big-time favor and agreed to wed a Phoenix warrior in your place. ”

  That must be some favor, if wedding a stranger was appropriate payback. And what the hell had she meant? “In her place?” Strider hadn’t intended to yell, but damn. “They think she’ll marry someone besides me? They can damn well think again! She’s mine. ”

  “I don’t understand,” Kaia said softly. “And he’s right. I’m his. ”

  Hearing her confession heated him up as surely as her internal fire always did, but at the same time it soothed him, as she’d probably intended.

  Taliyah said, “They would have come after you, and they would have killed him. I knew that would upset you, so I made other arrangements. ”

  Just like that? “Now they’ll just try to take both of them. ”

  “No,” Taliyah assured him. “I won’t give you specifics about the deal—that’s up to Neeka—but they won’t come for Kaia. ”

  “Neeka,” he said, his gaze landing on the gorgeous black girl.

  She was watching the sisters, expression a little sad, so she didn’t realize he’d spoken to her. Kaia looked at her, too, and the Harpy nodded.

  “Why?” Kaia asked her.

  “I saved her life,” Taliyah answered for the Eagleshield. “Like I said, she owed me. ”

  “Can she withstand their fire?” Strider asked. If not, the warriors would come after Kaia, anyway.

  “Not yet,” Neeka replied.

  His gaze returned to her and he saw that she was watching him now. “Then what you’re doing is—”

>   “I will. One day, I will. But right now, I have something else they prize just as much. ”

  “And now we really do have to go,” Taliyah said, tugging her friend back to the door before Neeka could expand on that statement. Not that she would have. She’d zipped her lips pretty damn tight. “We’re tracking Tabitha, making sure her people get her to safety. You messed her up pretty damn good. I was so impressed, baby girl. ”

  “Thank you. ” A tendril of guilt drifted from her.

  Taliyah gave the most fleeting of smiles. “Soon as I know she’s taken care of, I’ll come back. ”

  The door shut and the pair was gone.

  Strider watched as remorse washed over Kaia’s pale features.

  “For your mother?” Strider asked.

  “Yeah,” she answered, knowing what he meant. “I wish our relationship hadn’t reached such a terrible point, but—”

  Lucien chose that moment to materialize and Kaia pressed her lips together. The big warrior took in the scene in an instant and cursed. “What the hell happened to you two?”

  Strider focused on his friend. Black hair, mismatched eyes—one blue, one brown—and a face as scarred as the nightstand. “What happened doesn’t matter. Only the end result. This,” he said, holding out the Paring Rod with a grimace, “is the fourth artifact. ”

  Lucien’s eyes widened as he assumed ownership. “You’re kidding me, right?” His gaze raked over the item in question.

  “Nope. There’s a very angry Harpy out there who wants it back and she will do anything to get it. ”

  The keeper of Death popped his jaw, every inch the dedicated soldier. “How’d she get it in the first place?”

  “That’s a story for another day. ” Strider’s voice…so weak, so distant. Again he tried to sit up, anything to keep himself focused and there. The gut-wrenching pain and exertion of the day began to drain what little strength he had left. He lay there, fighting for breath, and pressed on. “At least we finally know what this artifact can do. Somehow, it can trap souls and supernatural abilities inside its tip. That tip can also impart those souls and abilities to others. ”