Hell's Belle
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The male demon cleared his throat. “May I?”
The silver-haired woman patted his knee. “Be my guest.” She folded her hands, crossing her legs in an elegant move I envied. I couldn’t hold that pose for more than a minute without fidgeting.
“Maybe an introduction first. We know you, Miss Delacy, as well as the good Detective Slone.” He gestured with a hand much darker than my own. At Jacq’s icy expression, he added, “By reputation only, of course.”
Since I hadn’t been alive long enough to garner the sort of reputation that attracted a demon’s attention, that was obviously directed at the woman by my side. “I’m Vanguard—bodyguard, jester, and whatever else my aunt here should require.”
With an arch look, the silver-haired woman muttered, “The last is questionable.”
Not missing a beat, he grinned. “And this is—well, we’ll skip all the long, dreadfully dull titles. This is Her Majesty, Queen of Denoir.”
I froze. Denoir? Where my mother had been trapped, met and loved my demon father, only to leave when she’d found herself pregnant with me? That same Denoir? Well, there certainly isn’t more than one. I was pretty sure that sarcastic thought came from my demon-half. Too bad I couldn’t blame her for all the sarcasm that came out of my mouth. The knot in my gut was growing. And my demon-half was nearly frantic (when she wasn’t being a smart-ass), suspecting as I did what was coming. I jumped to listen as the man, Vanguard, kept talking.
“Genes, Miss Delacy…er Cate. May I call you Cate?”
I nodded woodenly, barely comprehending the question.
“Like I was saying, genes. My aunt was correct when she said this is about them. Or maybe you would prefer the term biological material?” There was a teasing note in his voice. Slowly emerging from my stupor, I didn’t react to his rhetorical question. “The fact is that you, dear Cate, are carrying a portion of our family’s biological material, specifically my cousin’s.” He smiled briefly, flashing white teeth in a tan face before saying in a decidedly deeper tone, “And we want it back.”
I didn’t have to pick my jaw up from the floor, but only because it didn’t reach that far.
With the cold clarity of a slap to the face, I came to my senses. I was being played. No longer able to read our minds, this one was trying to elicit a reaction. For what purpose, I was unsure. Part of me wanted to fly across the limo, jerk the demon up by his outrageously expensive lapels, and shake a sensible sentence out of him. But I suppressed the urge. I wasn’t going to play a game when I didn’t know the rules.
“Really, Van, could you be more obtuse?” The silver-haired woman turned to me. “What my melodramatic nephew is trying to say, Cate, is welcome to the family.” She patted the empty seat on her left. “Now, come…give your grandmother a kiss hello.”
I shot from my seat, remembering at the last second the car’s low ceiling. “Wha…What—” My loud stutter was cut off as the limo’s driver, another demon if I was sensing his magic correctly, lowered the partition. I eased my ramrod body back into the seat, leaning heavily against Jacq’s side. Her arm pulled me close. Maybe the interruption was fortuitous. My vocabulary was currently limited to a series of four-letter words.
The driver’s quiet, “Your Majesty?” was tense. There was the sound of a commotion outside the car. As the Queen and Van conferred with the driver, turned to the dark glass. Several of the Kin, including the one we’d spoken with earlier, flitted away. A cold fist gripped my heart.
Riding in cars with demons was such a bad idea.
Sharing my unease, Jacq pulled me closer. “Cate.” The limo decelerated quickly, jostling us nearly out of our seats.
Several things happened at once, the combination of which is my excuse for the transgression that followed. The limo turned quickly, screeching to a halt as a midnight funeral procession, singing a sad spiritual and bearing a pine casket on its shoulders, blocked the way. At the same time, my magical guard dropped.
Maybe it was a subconscious attempt to delay giving the demoness an answer. Maybe it was a knee-jerk reaction to their words. No matter the cause, I slipped, loosening the temporary shield I’d so hastily erected to protect myself from the demon magic that hissed like a strong electrical current around us. It would take only seconds to plug the breech. But as was typical for my luck, it was during those few critical moments that the shit decided to quarterback-sack the fan.
The car was still rolling to a stop when two quick successive blasts of raw uncontrolled demon magic slammed into its four-ton frame, tossing Jacq into the side door and me halfway across her body, knocking the breath from us both. There was a slew of grunts as the demons were tossed willy-nilly.
Everything happened in slow motion. The demons reacted defensively, unleashing their magic fully, forcing it outward, shielding us from the unseen attackers. The magic in the car increased a hundred-fold, napping against my body with the force of a high-wire power line, breeching my weakened defenses effortlessly. In horror, I watched as their magic brought mine to the surface. The control I’d worked for years to gain over my fire? The chains, the cage, the locks containing my beast—each painstaking constructed consciously and unconsciously? All demolished in a heartbeat.
My demon-half, driven senseless by the magical assault from without and within, was unleashed to fight for its own survival. Sparks danced in the air as our magics reacted. My reaction time was dulled from hearing the word “grandmother” and then being tossed like a rag doll across the vehicle, leaving me too stunned to reel my magic in before another’s slapped it down. My body jerked as my inner demon was literally and forcefully pushed back into its cage. Like a wrecking-ball to the chin, the raging tide of invading magic scorched through me, physically throwing me backward. Everything went dark as my eyes snapped shut.
My still slightly fractured skull slammed into the door’s window with a loud crack, but I felt no pain. The foreign magic receded, leaving behind a trail of burned-out nerves, making it impossible to force my eyes open. The magic’s sudden absence, like a wash of cold water, cleared my mind enough to focus on just one thing.
Jacq. Had the demons seen my unleashing of magic as just cause to break their vow? Their reasons, whatever they might be, weren’t important, but the possibility that they might see their oath as void and turn on my love was.
I could hear Jacq’s roar and feel magic flying. Possibly the most concerning—the expected sound of gunfire was missing. The Queen’s undead allies were the shoot-first-ask-questions-later kind of folks. If they weren’t shooting, they were probably dead-twice. I fought to stay by my love’s side, fearing what the devil we knew and the devil we didn’t might do to her.
Jacq pulled my body to hers, cradling me in strong arms. I felt the warm, familiar zing of her healing magic and wanted to protest. She needed her power to protect us, but I couldn’t make my mouth move. Her voice, urgent in my ear, called my name over and over. I managed to briefly force my eyes open. As she pulled me closer, my head turned, my face sliding across spider-webbed glass, leaving a trail of crimson blood behind. Through the red haze, I saw the mourners, somehow unaware of the battle raging around them, marching through the wrought-iron gates of an ancient, willow-bordered cemetery. As I slipped into unconsciousness, I could hear the spiritual, “There Will Come a Day,” echoing to us.
I’d never ascribed to the belief that fainting made a lady delicate, ethereal, or whatever other bullshit word you wanted to use. Nope, I was pretty sure it was a liability. But my body refused to obey my order to stay away from the darkness. As I drifted away to Jacq’s voice accompanied by the mourners’ dark melody about war and lost innocence, my last thought was that sometimes it really sucked to be a mortal hanging with immortals.
They never knew when to pull their punches.
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