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by Kresley Cole


  "Check out my hubby." Mari altered the scene and pointed to a very huge and handsome male--who was scowling fiercely at his surroundings and then into his drink. "Damn, that werewolf melts my butter," Mari sighed. "He's so miserable," she added delightedly.

  Neomi frowned. "That's Bowen MacRieve--your husband?" When Mari nodded, Neomi said, "He was supposed to come after Conrad in two weeks if he wasn't better. Could you get your husband to not, well, hurt Conrad?"

  "I'll talk to him. But I didn't think you would care, seeing as the vampire called you pathetic."

  "I do care, don't I?" Neomi sighed. She supposed she always would.

  Because she might possibly have fallen a little bit--really a tiny bit--in love with Conrad.

  "Why don't you go with the intent to forget all about him?" Mari asked. "After all, it's possible he could find his Bride tonight--and she might not be you. There'll be plenty of males there to distract you. Get Nix to show you Cade and Rydstrom--buddies of mine and some of the hawtest demon brothers you'll ever see." She took her tiny cell phone from one of her many pants pockets. "Gotta make a quick call."

  When Mari walked to the other side of the room, Nix pointed out two horned males who were uncommonly attractive. "There's Cade, all flawless golden good looks and moral ambivalence. A perfect foil to mighty King Rydstrom with his scars and proud honor."

  "Look at those eyes," Neomi breathed. Though one brother was lighter haired and one darker, they both had blazing green eyes.

  "Oh, yes. They have eyes, too, don't they? Everybody says that's what has females begging to do the hula hoop under them. Either that or their accents--a cross between Aussie and Sith Ifrican. But I think it's the horns."

  Shell-colored and pleasingly turned, their horns started just above their ears, curving back along their heads. Their shape and direction reminded Neomi of the laurel wreath crowns men wore in antiquity, though Rydstrom's horns were as battle-scarred as the rest of him.

  "Yes," Nix continued, "those sleek...rock-hard...lickable horns."

  Had Nix just growled? "It sounds like you want one of them. Or, uh, both."

  "Oh, no, no. I'm Mike Rowe's beloved."

  "Is this Mike down there?"

  "No, Mikey's playing hard to get at present." Her eyes going vacant, she murmured, "But it will do you no good...you naughty little scamp."

  Just then Neomi overheard Mari say, "Hey, Elianna.... Ha-ha, no, I don't need bail! I was wondering about that shell spell for ghosts. Is it corpus carnate or carnate corpus?"

  Merde! The witch was having to get instructions?

  Mari paused, then said, "I am too up for this.... Uh-huh, uh-huh...and that's why I won't get entranced, now, isn't it?"

  Neomi was about to express concerns when Nix said, "I put that vampire in your house. And I still don't know why." She leaned in, appearing genuinely puzzled. "Especially since you're going to die."

  Neomi swallowed. "How do you know Conrad?"

  "I know his brothers." Her voice took on a dreamy tone. "And I suppose I have an affinity for Conrad. I have squatters in my mind, too."

  "So, I'm back!" Mari said. "Have you seen anything on Neomi? What course should she take?"

  Seeming to come back to the present, Nix told Neomi, "I see very little on you. I'm called ever-knowing, not all-knowing. But I know--for a fact--that the day anyone discovers what you're about to do will be your last."

  "What do you mean?"

  "No one besides the three of us can know the conditions surrounding your transformation. None can discover that you will begin a countdown as soon as you assume the shell body."

  "Conrad's going to demand to know," Neomi said, then hurriedly added, "If he's there, and if I blood him, and if he apologizes for his past behavior, of course." And if he doesn't still feel that crazed sense of betrayal.

  Nix snorted. "I'm sure you can find ways to get around that, if you--oh, I don't know--want to live longer."

  "Then we vow that none of us will ever talk about this," Mari said. "We'll never reveal that Neomi's time here is definite or how she was changed. Agreed?"

  Neomi nodded firmly. "D'accord."

  "Agreed," Nix said. "I do so love unholy alliances."

  "Good then. That's settled." Mari pulled out a compact mirror from another pants pocket. "And I'm ready for action. Are you sure, Neomi?"

  Decades or even centuries as I've been versus even a single day of life? Neomi nodded. "Let's do it."

  Mari opened the compact in her palm. "Okay, then. Now for the profound existential question." When she began to rub her thumb over the mirror, her eyes became silver, like mirrors themselves, reflecting Neomi's astonished expression. "What do you want to wear?"

  26

  Hours after he'd arrived, Conrad squeezed his head, grappling for control of his thoughts. This frenzied overload of the gathering was wreaking havoc with him. If the Fallen reacted badly to quick movements and loud noises, then he'd just stumbled onto a special kind of hell.

  Return to her...

  He just wanted to find a way to tell her what he was thinking. To tell her that if he could take back his words, he would.

  Right when Conrad was about to trace to Elancourt, he saw Tarut. All eight feet of him. The hulking demon was towering over an area crowded with other species of demons, accompanied by his gang of Kapsliga swordsmen. Each was shirtless with a wide leather band crossed over his chest. Conrad had once proudly worn the same.

  His eyes narrowed when a haze of smoke suddenly appeared in the same area. A group of seven demons stepped from it, the Woede among them. Conrad had heard they'd somehow lost their ability to trace. Rok, the infamous fugitive, must be teleporting them. Just then Rok opened his mouth, sucking the smoke inside him again.

  Tarut and the Woede--all three targets here for the taking, and more easily than normal. When Conrad engaged the Woede, they wouldn't hit their rage state completely, not without risking Conrad's life and the information he held. Rage demons in full demonic state were incredibly powerful, but near mindless.

  And Tarut? Conrad no longer had to worry about being clawed by him.

  Rydstrom and Cade didn't clasp forearms with Tarut in greeting. Instead, their hands remained near the hilts of their swords. Then Conrad saw Cadeon stiffen, his eyes narrowing on Tarut as if in realization. He dragged Rydstrom to the side, gesturing heatedly, while Rydstrom scowled in Tarut's direction.

  So the demons knew they were hunting the same target--Tarut wanting to kill Conrad and the Woede wanting to keep him alive, at least for a time....

  Conrad tensed to attack, his fangs growing sharp.

  That was exactly when he heard Neomi's laughter.

  "Did you have to conjure that last bottle of wine?" Nix said under her breath, but Neomi still heard her, even over the noise of the crowd and her own delighted laughter.

  Fire. Creatures from myth. Revelry.

  She was in heaven! For the first time in eighty years, Neomi was freed from Elancourt!

  And, yes, she was a tad tipsy--had merlot always tasted so exquisite?

  Now layers of sound meshed with layers of sensation: the constant rustle of leaves beneath her new leather boots. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and spent gardenias. A band tuning instruments in the background. The delicious closeness of her new dress.

  When asked what she wanted to wear, Neomi had answered, "Anything but this godforsaken black satin party dress. Something with color! Something short and really sexy."

  Mari had conjured a scarlet "body-conscious sheath" for Neomi. The shameless garment was long-sleeved but backless, and was shorter than anything she'd ever worn.

  Hardly the couture of the pitiful!

  Neomi's hurt over Conrad's words dwindled with each second--because she wasn't pitiful. Again she'd taken control of her destiny.

  By God, it was heady. I'm like the old Neomi. The one who would roll the dice and laugh in the face of fate. She was going to get "capped," and she didn't give a damn!


  "I had to do the bottles," Mari murmured in answer. "You saw her--she was freaking out."

  At first the change had been overwhelming. Suddenly thrust into a world of perception, Neomi had stood in her studio, wide-eyed and struggling to adjust to the onslaught of feeling.

  The weight of her body had abruptly pressed down on her feet, against a floor that was impossibly rigid. Her hair had pulled heavily along her back, and shivers had glanced over every inch of her skin.

  It hadn't seemed to Neomi that she alone was changed, but that the entire world was altered, as if she'd been living in a dim bubble. Her new corporeal self had been shaking with sensation, dizzy with it. She'd patted her face in astonishment and whispered, "M-maybe this wasn't a good idea."

  Mari had called what she was feeling hypersensitivity and said she had gone through the same not long ago. It would improve....

  "And we never would have gotten her to climb into the mirror otherwise," Mari added. "It was like trying to dunk a cat in acid."

  Women with small boxes fastened on chokers walked by. "What are they wearing?" Neomi asked, a tad too loudly by the look on Mari's face. Each box had individual decorations or sayings painted on it.

  "Voice modulators. The Sirenae are being polite," Mari explained. "If they sing, they could captivate all the unmated males here. Not very sporting."

  One box read: "Yeah, you're welcome." Another read, "Boom! I got your boyfriend." Neomi laughed with delight. Sirens! Of course!

  A group of elven-looking women strolled by, wearing nothing but gauzy skirts. Their chests were bare except for body paint styled in intricate leafy designs.

  "Goody," Nix muttered. "The dendrophiles."

  "The dendro what?" Neomi said.

  "Tree lovers--the tree nymphs."

  Their obvious leader said, "Well, if it isn't Nucking Futs Nix and the hex hack."

  "Well, if isn't the hookers," Nix replied blandly. "Oh, I'm sorry, nymphets, this isn't the orgy--that's down the road."

  "Nixie, every party is an orgy waiting to happen."

  Nix opened her mouth, then closed it, dragging Neomi and Mari away. "Well, you can't argue with reason, can you?"

  And nymphs!

  Almost at once, Neomi's excitement was tinged by a tug of disappointment. Murdoch had said that nymphs would be in attendance. These startlingly lovely women reminded her that Conrad might have one like them for his Bride.

  Luckily, there were gorgeous males too, and soon Neomi, Nix, and Mari were surrounded by a number. They were all huge. A couple were even taller than Conrad.

  Neomi felt dwarfed, but they seemed to be making every attempt not to startle her, especially since Nix had introduced her as "Neomi, the mortal." Neomi smiled in greeting, while furtively peering around them for a glimpse of the vampire.

  "This is Uilleam and Munro," Nix said, indicating a pair of Scottish twins who were roguishly handsome. "We just call them Hot and Hotter, or is it Hotter and Hot?" She shrugged. "They're Lykae. And here are the demons Cade and Rydstrom, also brothers--the ones I was telling you about."

  "Nice to meet you, sweet," Cade said. But he seemed preoccupied, absently rasping the blond stubble over his jawline.

  "It's a pleasure, Neomi." Rydstrom gave her a smile that didn't quite reach his remarkably green eyes.

  The brothers' features were so alike, and yet their overall appearances were so dissimilar. Their bearings and even their accents differed. She could hear the colonial British in them, but Rydstrom's sounded more upper-class.

  Rydstrom turned to Nix. "I've been looking for you, Valkyrie."

  "Oh, why? Did you find the one who seeks him in sleep?"

  "As a matter of fact..." Rydstrom took her upper arm and guided her to the side.

  "Help, help!" Nix cried over her shoulder. "I'm being ravished by a demon!" When Neomi started after her--as if she could do something--Nix mouthed, "I'm really not."

  "Here's Bowen!" Mari said. He'd seemed to be following a scent. When he caught sight of Mari, he charged for her, gathering her in his arms.

  After receiving a deep, seeking kiss that had Neomi fanning herself, Mari introduced him. He smiled at Neomi, then glowered at Cade, who returned the look. Interessant.

  The musicians she'd heard earlier began playing a melodic ballad with a heavy drumbeat that, of course, Neomi didn't recognize. But the song flooded over her. She could feel the percussion in her belly, and for the first time in eight decades she needed to dance.

  "Go on and dance, Neomi," Mari said. "We'll wait right here. Just don't go too far."

  Neomi nodded happily. At the fire, the music commanded her and she obeyed. With each second she grew more used to her body, recalling how she could coax it to move, to glide....

  Everything felt dreamlike. It seemed a night of magick.

  Soon, she sensed she was being watched. As she spun, she spied glowing red eyes in the dark, following her every movement.

  Conrad. Like a lion stalking a fawn.

  This must be a hallucination.

  She can't be real. Conrad couldn't process this. He'd wanted to go to her tonight. Over the last week, he'd ached to be able to touch her.

  Now, like an offering, she was here for him. In flesh and blood, so alive. Somehow she was no longer a ghost, no more black-and-white. Her cheeks were flushed with pink, her lips as red as her short dress.

  How could this change have happened?

  She looked like a pagan dancing by the fire with her wild flowing hair. The way her body turned and swayed was decadent, wicked. "Tantsija," Conrad murmured.

  As ever, when she moved, he grew hypnotized. But now instead of merely soothing his mind, her dancing made his body feel taut, stretched like a wire. She'd been beautiful as a ghost. Like this, she was beyond compare.

  He could actually take that kiss that he'd burned for, could touch her full breasts.... No, he couldn't--she surely hated him now.

  Even across the distance, he could hear her heart pumping with excitement, which meant that she could bleed. Which meant that he could hurt her. Or kill her.

  He'd fantasized about sucking at her neck. Would I ever be able to stop once I'd started?

  The ease he'd felt with her because he couldn't harm her disappeared, replaced by dread.

  And now his enemies could target her. Tarut had just escaped him moments ago. Conrad bit out a vile curse when his arm began to ache under his bandage. Because my most fervent dream just materialized. What he'd coveted most was dancing right before him.

  You have to have a dream to lose it....

  Yet his own heart lay dead in his chest. No breaths began to expand his lungs. Though Conrad was seeing her in the flesh, his blooding still wasn't triggered. Disappointment welled inside him.

  Turn your back and leave.

  Just when he was about to trace, someone yelled, "Fight!"

  27

  Bedlam broke out in seconds.

  The fight spread like a wildfire on parched grass. Beings began to change, eyes turning color, demeanors altering utterly, weapons appearing from seemingly nowhere.

  The delicate nymphs had somehow concealed daggers beneath those gauzelike skirts and brandished them with battle cries. In the distance, she saw Cade and Rydstrom wielding broadswords. The Sirenae fiddled with something on their voice boxes that allowed them to dispatch concentrated shrieks, dropping their foes to the ground with bleeding ears.

  Neomi caught sight of Mari and Bowen hastening to her. "Stay there!" Mari cried.

  "Oui," she said faintly. She was too shocked to move.

  But then Mari got hit by a stray elbow, sending her flying. Bowen went savage, beginning to turn to his werewolf form. Neomi gasped. Terrifying. She was glad she'd been forgotten by the Lykae--until the frenzied crowd engulfed her.

  How had she thought she could handle this? An accidental jab of an elbow wouldn't kill the immortal Mari, but Neomi might not survive it. Was this how she'd get capped? So soon?

  She tried
to duck and run but kept getting caught back up in the current of beings. Each surge pressed her ever closer to the fire. The band played on, seeming as oblivious as the Titanic's.

  Then she saw him.

  He was hard to miss as he charged for her, towering over others. He had dark sunglasses on, but she knew his eyes were fixed on her.

  Without ever turning from her, he dropped any being in his direct path to her. She'd never seen anyone who could fight like him, so methodical but vicious--so practiced. His fangs were razor sharp, his neck and chest muscles straining.

  If warriors fought back, he twisted necks and backhanded them, sending them flying. Thank God his hand had regenerated--

  A fist struck him in the face with crushing force. His sunglasses went flying, but he didn't even pause in his pursuit.

  Fierce immortal, with his jet black hair whipping over his cheek. She felt an untimely surge of pride that a male like him was coming for her.

  He wants me. Those burning, blood-filled irises were locked on her. He was looking at her as if she was his, only his. He'd talked of having new vampire instincts, animal-like instincts. There was no mistaking what his eyes said...

  Anyone who kept him from what was his would die.

  Conrad couldn't risk tracing to her--she was a moving target in the fray. Can't take my eyes from her for a split second. Sprinting faster, fighting harder--

  He suddenly stumbled, feeling as if a mine had just gone off under his feet. Righting himself, chin down, he charged for her once more.

  Another explosion; he tripped forward, losing sight of her for a moment. What the fuck is happening?

  His lips parted as he comprehended. Thunderous bomb blasts again and again.

  Neomi...it's her.

  A rhythm to the echoing boom--his...heartbeat. Conrad was hearing his heartbeat for the first time in three hundred years.

  Mine! Even as he ran, Conrad felt a savage triumph. His lungs began to expand, waking. She was bringing him back to life. Just ten feet away from her, one more obstacle--

  His body was tackled to the ground with the force of a freight train. Strong hands gripped him, hauling him to his feet. Two demons had him. Neomi was watching agape. Safe for now.

  Weak...can't shake them off. Vulnerable for precious seconds while he transitioned. Can't break free.

  "A red-eyed Fallen in New Orleans," Cadeon the Kingmaker said as he stalked in front of Conrad. "You're the one who drained the warlock dry?"

 

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