Night Series Collection: Books 1 and 2

by RS Black

  “You think he’ll burst a blood vessel when I tell him this?”

  He stood, then helped me to my feet. “At least ten.”

  “Well, I feel better being here tonight anyway. After what happened last night, I don’t want to leave and then find out after the fact that zombies set upon this crowd.”

  “Agreed.” He rubbed my arm. “Look.” He jerked his chin. “The mystery of the mums is solved.”

  I turned to look where he’d pointed and noticed a slim, young brunette dressed in a plain blue dress and wearing black shoes, standing across the street from us and holding an obscenely large wicker basket full of bright red mums.

  I shook my head because there was no way I was seeing what I was seeing. But I couldn’t deny the fact that that fresh-faced girl most definitely had one brown eye and one green eye.

  “Just flowers, see.”

  “No.” I shook his hand off and started across the street. “I know that girl. She was the girl at the taco stand that night.”

  He walked beside me. The moment we stepped onto the sidewalk, it was like trying to wade through a crush of migrating salmon. People were everywhere. The bands were playing all along the streets.

  There was chaos and noise and heads obscuring my line of sight. A group of giggling girls bumped into my back, giggling even harder when Asher smiled down at them, before running off with squealed delight.

  The dual-colored eyes were locked on me.

  “Which girl, Pandora?” he asked, looking around the crowd.

  I pointed to the scrap of blue I could still see between the crush of people. “Her.”

  “I don’t see her.” He frowned. “Which girl from the taco stand is this?”

  There were dancers and revelers everywhere, some drinking, others just trying to make their way to the graveyards to light their candles and set out their food. Asher was holding an arm out in front of us, trying to help clear the way, and I just couldn’t understand how we were suddenly swamped by humans.

  It was frustrating that for every step forward I made, I was shoved back two or three.

  “The one serving me that night, Ash. The one who looked at me like I was nuts when I asked her if she’d seen the man who disappeared.”

  Literally in the split second that I’d taken to turn and answer his question, she was gone. The girl in the blue dress with a basket of mums had vanished.

  I hissed, standing dumbfounded. Not only because the girl was gone, but the crowd that’d been bearing down like a wave had thinned out to a trickle.

  “Did you see where she went?” I asked in frustration.

  Rubbing his jaw, he glanced to his left and then to his right. “Now I see what you’re talking about when you say people are vanishing. And was it just me, or does the sudden lack of crowd disturb you?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Everything disturbs me, especially since stepping foot in Mexico. Nothing at all is going like it should. There is nothing I hate more than a mystery.” I tossed my hands in the air. “What do we do now?”

  “You bring us some paying customers, that’s what you do.” Luc’s voice growled from just behind me.

  I turned. Luc’s arms were crossed and he was dressed just as Bubba had been, but he was eyeing Asher like a man who wanted to kill something in a most violent and brutal manner.

  “Luc, I thought I saw something—”

  He chuckled. “I could give a crap what you think you saw. You work for me, don’t forget that. And you.” He turned to Asher. “You can just get the hell away from her.”

  Asher was practically vibrating, and I stepped in front of him. Last thing I wanted was a pissing match between these two out in public where everyone and their mother could see it.

  “Don’t think so, Lust.” Asher’s voice never wavered.

  Stepping between the two of them, I sighed. “Luc, I’m here and I don’t plan to leave tonight. But if I see something that I think can help our case,” I whispered, “then I’m going to follow up on it. And Asher stays with me. Period.” I hooked my arm behind Ash’s waist and my foot behind his. Just in case he had any kind of stupid ideas right now. Like tackling my boss to the pavement.

  Luc’s snarl was a vicious thing of fangs and animalistic wrath.

  “And one more thing.” I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t care who you sleep with, but you keep your mouth quiet about me and what I can do.”

  That finally made him turn from looking at Ash to me. “What are you talking about?”

  “Vyxen told me. So don’t try to deny it.”

  “I didn’t tell her shit.”

  I hated that it still made me feel like someone had jabbed a hot stick right through my heart when he didn’t deny sleeping with her. “That’s not what she says. So just keep your kitten on a leash.”

  I turned to go, but Luc yanked me around so hard it made my neck jerk.

  Latching onto the hand Luc had curled around my wrist, Asher murmured, “I will snap you in half if you ever touch her like that again. Let her go.”

  Luc carefully unfurled his hand from mine, deliberately slowly, and whatever he might have planned to say to me suddenly didn’t seem to matter. He turned and walked away.

  “Come on.” Asher pulled me to his side and lifted the hand that Luc had gripped, kissing the inside of it softly and making my knees weak.

  “Where are you taking me?” I asked when we walked behind a large office building.

  “To a roof so we can watch the streets like old times.”

  “Old times.” I snorted. “You do remember I’m immortal? Your definition of old and my definition are clearly polar opposites.”

  Laughing, he took me into a corner of shadow and wrapped his arm around me. “Hang on.”

  I didn’t really have time to question him, because the next thing I knew the air was thick and static charged, and the shadows we’d walked into now almost seemed to pulse around us.

  And then it got really weird.

  Wings shot from his back.

  These weren’t fairy wings either. They were honest to goodness angel wings, but instead of them being white, they gleamed like ink in moonlight.

  “Oh my God,” I gasped. “You’re an angel?”

  Chapter 17

  The second we landed on the rooftop I jumped out of his arms. It all made sense, the flaming sword, his ability to be undetected around us, how fast he moved and his abilities to do things I’d never seen any other breed of monster do.

  He’d flown us up with one powerful surge of his massive wings, and my hands were shaking like someone had just shot me up with ten vials of adrenaline.

  “Angel and demon. A little cliché, don’t you think?” He chuckled, tucking his wings back into wherever he hid them.

  My fingers twitched as I recalled a long-forgotten memory of me gliding my hands down his back and thinking the fact that he had two large vertical ridges running down it was weird.

  “Are you saying you are or aren’t? ’Cause I don’t do angels—bad things happen when you guys fall.”

  “Relax, little demon. I’m no angel.” He walked over to where I was and I reluctantly let him drag me back to his side.

  “You’ve got wings.” If he wanted me to spell it out for him I would. Tapping my foot, I gave him a minute to answer before I forced it out of him. I wasn’t exactly sure I was strong enough to hold him down if he didn’t want me to, but I’d try anyway.

  “Read the—”

  “If you tell me to read that damn book one more time, I’ll cut your tongue out.” I snapped my fingers in his face.

  Swatting my hand away, he chuckled. “Anyone ever tell you have a temper?”

  “Oh no, never.” I widened my eyes. “You think I have an attitude now, keep toying with me, Priest.”

  Slapping my ass, he grinned when I just about jumped out of my skin. “Watch the south and east; I’ll keep my eyes on the north and west sides.”

  “Did you really just slap my ass? Really?” I rubb
ed my still-stinging cheek.

  “I seem to remember a certain demon who had way too much fun at my expense one night not too long ago. Turnabout is only fair.”

  He was of course referring to the “daddy” fetish incident. “You’re a jerk.” I sniffed but couldn’t keep from grunting when he tickled my ribs.

  Slapping him away, I pointed at the opposite end of the building. “Behave or you’re going to the corner. And what in the hell has gotten into you? You are so not the guy I knew.”

  It got quiet after a while, so I studied the street, keeping an eye out for the blue-dress girl.

  “Keep looking while I talk,” he said in a soft tone. “For years I’ve imagined what it would be like to actually meet you, Pandora. To meet you and not have you fear me, but to have you look at me the way I’ve looked at you for so long.”

  I gripped the railing, standing absolutely still.

  “But I always believed that day would never come, because unless certain things happened, I had never planned to reveal myself to you. The day I did, it was because a colleague of mine had learned of your whereabouts. For years I’d covered your tracks, but one of yours had gotten sloppy in Tennessee, got herself killed by a priest, and suddenly your location was once again known. Once I’d ascertained that the colleague hadn’t divulged it to anyone else, I had to take him out. That’s why I came at you with the amount of force I did. To throw off your scent again so that no one else could learn of you.”

  I turned in his direction. “You killed a priest?” I gasped. I’d felt eyes on me constantly back in South Dakota and never imagined for a second it was another priest.

  He nodded toward the street, which was once again swelling with a human tide. The parade was well under way now. The bands were playing, revelers were dancing and shouting, singing and fighting, all signs of an exceptionally run fiesta. Bubba’s almonds smelled divine, even from way up here, and my mouth watered for a taste. I was hungry again. Weird.

  “I told you not to look back. Pay attention, Pandora.”

  Grumbling, I turned. “You’re bossy.”

  He ignored that jab.

  “And I can’t tell you who I killed without revealing things. But my point is this, you have to understand that while I may seem like I’m coming on strong, for me this isn’t new. I’ve wanted to meet you for a very long time, little demon.”

  “Okay, that’s it.” I turned and burrowed my way into his arms because how could a girl not want to hug a man who’d basically just told her he felt exactly as she did? It was a scientific impossibility. (Look it up if you don’t believe me, I’m not lying.)

  He sighed, obviously realizing I was going to break all his rules. The sooner he accepted that, the better.

  “Ash, if you’re telling me this because of what I just said, I didn’t say it because I’m scared. Well, I am scared, but not because I don’t want it too. I’m scared because I want it too much. My life is a shit storm right now.”

  Tipping my chin up, his eyes caressed me. “That’s why I’m here.”

  “And are you going to leave when it’s over?” I swear I could feel the beat of my pulse on the back of my tongue as I waited for his response.

  “What do you think?”

  Then he kissed me and I gasped from the electric slide of velvet lips on my own. There was no tongue—we both knew what would happen if we went down that road—but he sucked and nibbled and worked me up to a frenzy of need anyway. It didn’t take much to make a lust demon get randy—just sayin’.

  “Your eyes are glowing,” he whispered when we finally came up for air.

  And I was just about to tell him I don’t know what when I spotted a flash of blue that immediately killed the need for banter.

  “Ash, look.” I pointed at the girl who was now on the other side of the road, staring up at me, still holding tight to her basket of mums.

  I made to trace after her, but he shook his head. “There are too many humans around.”

  Impatience and an all-encompassing sixth sense had me pleading. “You don’t understand. Any other time someone has vanished like this on me, the next time I’ve seen them, they were zombies. There mere fact that she’s there…” I gestured toward her but growled when I realized that once again the girl in blue had vanished.

  His eyes were piercing as he eyed the street below. “She’s gone.”

  “I should have gone after all.”

  “No. You shouldn’t have. For all you know, the Order is trying to lure you out into the open. We stay up here, we study, and then we formulate a plan.”

  Tapping his chest with my fist, I sighed. “That how you got to be such a lean mean killing machine?”

  His lip twitched. “Something like that.”

  We spotted the girl again, one more time after that. And just like last time, she once again vanished. This time she’d been walking through the graveyard before stopping at a tombstone, where she reached into her basket to get a mum to set on the grave.

  But unlike the last two times when I’d looked away before noticing her absence, she literally vanished in front of our eyes. There one minute, gone the next. Like a mirage on hot asphalt, she winked out of existence.

  The strangest part of it all was that no else seemed to notice or be startled by it. Even though the graveyard was full of people and thousands of candles were lit and she should have been seen, no one turned.

  The rest of the night was a wash. The parade went off without a hitch. Remembering the flower she’d laid down, I rushed to the graveyard once Asher and I came off the roof. The streets were littered with trash but empty of people.

  A balmy, nippy breeze rolled in from the east and I just knew that the grave the girl had placed the flower on belonged to Paz.

  I wasn’t surprised at all to find a waxy-petaled bloom on it. Grabbing it, I held it under Asher’s nose. “This is a message.”

  He nodded. “But of what, we’ll have to wait and see. Let’s go home, little demon, grab a few hours of sleep, and tomorrow we’ll start to work out way through all this. If that was a message—”

  “It is.” I nodded my head emphatically.

  Waving away my words, he shrugged. “She will find us. Worrying about it when we can’t do anything is pointless.”

  I hated to admit he was right.

  “Yeah, fine.” I tucked the flower behind my ear and then slipped my arm through his. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about those sexy wings of yours. Know this, Priest, I’m gonna get to the bottom of you too.”

  Straight white teeth flashed at me. “I look forward to it.”

  Snorting, I gave less than a heartfelt chuckle. “Should I trace us?”

  “Or you know, I could just sweep you off your feet and fly us straight to heaven.”

  I laughed, wrapped my arms around him and clamped tight to his ear so that he hissed before I whispered, “Don’t tempt a demon, Priest, you’ll never win that war.”

  The second we got home, he passed out on the bed. While I was jealous of his ability to just zone out, I was wide awake, my mind buzzing with way too many thoughts and ideas.

  He moaned when I crawled out from under the sheets and attempted to latch back onto me. Biting my lip, I traced the curve of his jaw with my finger, still weirded out by the fact that I could. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  His dimple winked at me and my heart summersaulted. I quickly snatched the book of poems off the desk and then turned on a reading lamp.

  “That bother you?” I asked when he rolled over.

  “You’re reading the book, I’m not going to complain.” His deep voice made my nipples tingle. I was seriously nuts not to just bang this guy already, but prolonging the inevitable was only making it so much better.

  Of course, the flip side of that meant there was a distinct possibility he’d never live up the expectations created, but I somehow doubted that.

  “Go to sleep, Priest.” I sniffed but couldn’t help but grin at his soft chuckle.
I stared at him until his breathing evened out. He really was beautiful. There was a light dusting of stubble on his jaw and I totally had a Pretty Woman moment. Touching my fingers to my lips I kissed them, then pressed them to his own mouth.

  He nipped them gently but was back asleep in seconds.

  As hard as it sometimes was to trust anyone, I knew, just knew in my heart of hearts that I could trust him. He was sleeping in my bed, nude, without a weapon in sight. Completely defenseless against me—in my world there could be no greater sign of trust than to become vulnerable. They say actions speak louder than words. In my years I’ve learned that saying is absolutely true.

  He kept demanding I read the book. He wanted me to learn him, understand and solve the mystery of why he’d been following me, tracking me… Well, then, I’d do what I must.

  “Okay, Priest,” I whispered, “speak to me.” Flipping the book open to page one, I read it intently, looking for any hint or clues of what I might have missed.

  Three hours later, eyes red and burning, head pounding as the sun began its gradual ascent across the sky, I snapped the book shut. I’d learned nothing, but I wasn’t defeated.

  Sliding down until my face was pressed against his shoulder, I rubbed against it once, yawned, and smiled when he wrapped me up in his strong arms.

  I would figure him out. It was only a matter of when.

  ~*~

  THE HOT SUN blasted through the window. Asher hadn’t moved a muscle since I’d passed out. He must have been incredibly exhausted, and it was adorable the way his mouth was slightly parted. His familiar scent of sandalwood saturated my nostrils. He always smelled so good; it was one of the many things I liked about him. I was coated in his scent and knew I wasn’t going to be taking a shower this morning. I wanted his stamp on me, wanted the connection of him lingering all over.

  I didn’t care if my family figured out that I was breaking a demon’s cardinal rule. That I was falling in love with this amazing, terrifying, beautiful man who was still a mystery to me in so many ways.

  Clutching the sheet to my breasts, I traced my finger down the length of his spine, grinning when his lips curled and a rumbling moan spilled from his throat.