Sherrilyn Kenyon & Dianna Love - [Belador ss]

by Fire Bound (epub)

Smoke filled the room and burned her eyes.

  Casper appeared next to her, weapons in hand. “Can you open the shields on the parlor?”

  “I can’t find anything marked on this panel. I’m afraid I’ll send those things to the parlor.” She choked on her next smoke-filled breath and started coughing.

  “Sure as hell can’t escape through that hallway. Let’s go upstairs and find a way out, then we’ll figure out how to help Tzader and the others.”

  These half-human creatures would be burned alive.

  She had a moment of regret over the little orangeeyed guy with the bat wings, but she had a team to save. Besides, that little creature might be just as dangerous as the rest of these. Though some voice deep inside her argued that everything deserved a chance.

  Using her power to form a shield between the two of them and the chained monster, she and Casper rushed up two flights of stairs to the door on the top level. Fire nipped at their heels and sucked the oxygen from the room. At the upstairs door, Evalle rushed inside a room with a wall of monitors. Smoke clouded the images, but she could make out the hallway between the parlor and the lab. She got a glimpse of Sar’s creatures attacking one another just before the picture turned completely gray. Images on the monitors fuzzed and one by one they went blank. Was the fire racing through the building, destroying wires?

  Searching the room, she found a wall plate with a series of numbered buttons marked House Shields.

  Casper said, “How the hell do we make sense of that without knowing which rooms the numbers correspond to?”

  “We can’t. I need to warn Tzader.” Evalle lifted her hand, letting Casper know she was reaching out telepathically.

  She said, We’re out of the lab and it’s on fire. Can Trey run?

  Tzader answered, Yes. He’s got a shoulder wound.

  Get ready to run the minute I start pushing buttons to release metal shields, because all the creatures are loose. I have no way to make sure I don’t let them into the parlor.

  Do it.

  She started flipping buttons.

  The floor beneath her rocked with an explosion.

  Casper grabbed her arm. “Got to go or we’ll be fried.”

  She flipped the last lever and raced out behind Casper through several doors until they found an outside terrace thirty feet off the ground.

  Evalle turned to Casper. “Can you get down as a shadow?”

  “Sure, but what about you? That’s a helluva drop.”

  “Just go. I’ll get down.”

  She ignored the wave of nausea she always felt from being that far off the ground.

  Once Casper disappeared, she climbed up on the ledge and jumped, landing with her hands out, ready for attack.

  Casper appeared next to her. “Come on, sunshine.”

  Tzader yelled in her head, We’re out.

  Evalle had started running toward the front of the house and almost stumbled with relief. Great. We are too. You’ve got to stop those monsters from getting loose. The two you faced weren’t the worst of Sar’s creatures.

  We’re on it.

  She and Casper raced around the corner of the house to find Tzader and Quinn on the front lawn using their kinetic powers to destroy the front of the manor as a last-resort attempt to stop the creatures advancing toward them. A truckload of bricks and beams crashed down on the howling monsters. Apparently with the sorcerer dead, and his magic gone from the house, the creatures became more vulnerable.

  She hated seeing any living thing destroyed, except demons, but Sar’s creatures had been created for nothing but cold blooded murder.

  Black smoke boiled out from the bottom of the house, leaking through breaks in the brick piles.

  Fire was overtaking what remained of the old mansion.

  Evalle ran up to Tzader as he and Quinn lowered their arms. She looked over at Trey who sat on the ground, holding his shoulder that was bleeding from where it had been gouged. But he gave her a nod that he was fine.

  Quinn squatted down next to Trey, rubbing his head, but didn’t appear seriously harmed.

  Tzader’s face showed the strain of what they’d been through. “What happened with Sar?”

  Evalle told him everything, finishing with, “I don’t think there’s a threat to national security.”

  “No, we dodged a bullet with this one.”

  Their helicopter pilot called over to Tzader who walked toward the chopper that sat in perfect view, now that a fifty foot section of the wrought iron fence had been flattened for access. Casper followed Tzader to where another helicopter full of VIPER agents was just touching down.

  Relieved to see her team safe, Evalle turned to look at the beautiful old home, now a pile of ruins.

  A movement at the bottom of the rubble caught her attention.

  Something small crawled out through an opening where the base of the porch met the house. She started to point it out to the others, but they were physically spent. She could handle one of Sar’s creatures weakened by the fire and out here where she knew her kinetics worked just fine. Walking toward the house to determine what was trying to escape, she grimaced at the heat rolling off the burning pile.

  Easing closer, she realized the little thing dragging itself away from the fire-engulfed structure had batlike wings. The two-foot tall creature had survived?

  She reminded herself that Sar’s goal had been to create dangerous killing machines, but when this creature raised terrified orange eyes to meet hers, her conscience argued that this one had been marked as a failure.

  Intense heat baking her skin forced her to wait as the creature put his head down and kept crawling toward her.

  When it was within a few feet, she squatted down, ready to react at any hint of danger, but all she felt coming off the little critter was fear. Her empathic flashes were stronger and more frequent when her emotions were stirred up, like right now.

  Sometimes you had to trust your gut.

  One of the men yelled, “Something’s escaping!”

  That’s when the little creature looked up, eyes rounding in terror. It started shaking.

  Footsteps pounded toward her from behind.

  Evalle stood up and swung around, putting herself between the little creature and the VIPER agents.

  One of the agents she didn’t recognize lifted his hands to attack but halted, face in shock when he saw Evalle obviously standing between him and the creature. He yelled, “Get that crazy Alterant out of the way!”

  Evalle put her hands on her hips. “Touch this little guy and I’ll hurt you.”

  The critter crawled into her peripheral vision and tucked up close to her legs, then did the most amazing thing.

  He hooked his arm around her leg and looked up at her as if she was an angel there to save him.

  She was no angel, but he was safe next to her.

  Tzader came charging up with Quinn, but Tzader was the one who said, “Have you lost your mind? That . . . that gargoyle looking thing could kill you.”

  It was a good description, really. He—if this critter was a he—did look like a gargoyle.

  She could feel the poor thing against her leg, trembling hard as a leaf in a hurricane. Then he patted her leg, as if trying to convey that he was no threat. Crossing her arms, she shook her head. “He’s not going to hurt me.”

  Quinn argued, “Based upon what evidence, considering the things we just fought in that place?”

  “Just because the rest of them were killing machines doesn’t mean he is. His door had a notation that marked him as food because he failed a kill test. I don’t think Sar would have destroyed him if he had any hope of being dangerous.”

  There was only one way to convince everyone not to kill this poor thing.

  Taking a breath she hoped wouldn’t be her last considering the smoke that floated from his snout, Evalle reached down and hoisted the heavy little critter up into her arms.

  Tzader and Quinn both shouted, “Don’t!” and now stared at her as
if she needed to be put in a straight jacket.

  The gargoyle had tucked his wings around his body, but when she picked him up he lifted his head to watch her with worried eyes the whole time. He smelled sooty and stinky, but what could you expect from something that had been kept locked in a hole and climbed out of a fire? He’d clean up just fine.

  She smiled at him, but her words were for Tzader and Quinn. “He just needs some TLC.”

  That set off Quinn. “Oh, good Goddess, you have to be joking. It has probably never been out of a cage. You don’t know what it will do.”

  At that moment, her little critter smiled, exposing two small fangs.

  She knew in her heart she was right to protect him. “I had never been outside of a cage until I was eighteen, and the Beladors didn’t know what I would do when that Druid brought me in.”

  One look at Quinn and Tzader’s faces and she knew they both understood what she was saying. A lot of people would have destroyed her if they’d known she was an Alterant from the beginning. “I’m keeping him.”

  The pair of growling sighs that followed told her she’d won the battle. She didn’t know if this little gargoyle creature could comprehend what she was saying, but he understood when someone would not hurt him and dropped his head down on her shoulder with a gurgle of what sounded to her like happiness.

  Tzader shifted around and waved off the team then turned back to Evalle. “There’s no way the pilots will let you on the helicopter with that.”

  “Great news, because there’s no way I’m climbing back on either one of those freaking machines.” She grinned as Quinn muttered something and flipped open his cell phone, no doubt calling a driver for her.

  For once, she’d let Quinn spoil her with a driver and car because she had to get her new baby home in as calm and gentle a way as possible. She felt four fingers patting her shoulder, content. “We’re going to have to come up with a name for you, little guy. Something suitable for a phoenix that fought its way out of the flames of hell.”

  © 2011 Sherrilyn Kenyon and Dianna Love

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  CHAPTER ONE

  What’s a girl to wear to spend eternity in prison?

  Evalle Kincaid would rather fight a pack of demons alone than face the Tribunal at midnight.

  Seventy-two minutes from now.

  She might walk free tonight . . . if the Tribunal took into account that she’d spent the last forty-eight hours protecting humans from an eight-hundred-year-old warlord instead of mounting her defense.

  Like it was her fault she’d been born a half-breed Belador? An Alterant. The only one not dead or caged. The others had killed humans. Taking the Belador oath at eighteen had kept her free of persecution . . . until now.

  One thing at a time, like getting dressed. She had to show up in more than a bra and panties.

  She pulled out her favorite cotton shirt, a vintage piece, from her antique chest of drawers. Stepping into jeans and boots, she shoved a couple of lug nuts in her pocket and froze.

  Her apartment was too silent.

  Not a lot of noise reached two levels beneath downtown Atlanta when you lived in the equivalent of a concrete bunker.

  But this stillness was a something-must-be-up quiet.

  She headed out to investigate and had just reached the hallway when a harsh blowing noise roared in the kitchen.

  It sounded like . . . a giant blowtorch.

  Grace be to Macha, no!

  She broke into a run and swung through the kitchen doorway as another blast rocked the air. “Feenix!”

  Her two-foot-tall pet gargoyle stood facing the open oven with fire shooting from his snout. He stopped blowing flames and cut his big round eyes up at her in a sly “who me?” innocent look. “Ye-eth?”

  If she laughed right now he’d never learn that he couldn’t shoot flames in the apartment. But she kept her voice calm and curious. “What are you doing?”

  That must have been the right question. He turned to face her and started dancing from side to side on fat little four-toed feet. “Thurrr-prithe! Peetha. Peetha.” He clapped his pudgy-clawed hands and chortled.

  She stepped further into the kitchen and bent down to see one of her frozen pepperoni pizzas charred beyond recognition on one side.

  He’d cooked for her.

  Her heart climbed into her throat. How was she going to live without him if they locked her away? He was the reason her heart sang every morning when she opened her eyes. She’d find him plopped on the bed next to her with his pet alligator tucked under his arm and a gap-toothed grin on his face.

  She closed the oven and smiled at him. “It’s perfect. Thank you for cooking me dinner.”

  Feenix flapped his wings, flying up to eye level. Two little overbite fangs pointed down past his lower lip. She opened her arms and he floated into them, tucking his wings, which were soft as bat skin.

  But it was the sweet way he said “Mine” that threatened to fold her at the knees.

  She couldn’t let on how hard it was going to be to leave him tonight, or he’d fret the entire time she was gone. Fear of losing her might cause him to regress into the fire-breathing little animal who hadn’t even been able to communicate when she’d first brought him home. If she didn’t return after tonight, and he got out, someone would kill him for sure. He deserved better after escaping the crazy sorcerer who’d created, then tortured, the poor thing.

  No way could she lock him away somewhere.

  She wouldn’t do to him what others wanted to do to her.

  Nothing would stop her from coming back to Feenix . . . except two of the three Tribunal deities ruling against her. Even then, she wouldn’t go down without a fight. She didn’t care if they could smoke her where she stood.

  That left her one choice—to gamble on her chances of convincing the Tribunal she would not shift, involuntarily or otherwise, into her Alterant beast form and kill humans.

  Vegas would laugh at her odds of winning.

  She swallowed the lump threatening to choke her.

  Feenix leaned back. “Peetha?”

  “You bet, baby.” She hugged him, inhaling his warm, leathery smell, then lowered him to sit on the island counter.

  The uncharred half of the pizza tasted better than it looked. And she’d have made all the same ooh and ahh comments even if it had been a mud patty.

  “Nutth.” He opened his mouth wide.

  She tossed him the two lug nuts from her pocket.

  He caught the steel snacks with his tongue and chomped them like M&M peanut candies.

  She eyed her watch. Time had a grudge against her.

  Delaying the inevitable wouldn’t make walking out that door any easier. And arriving late for a Tribunal meeting would be considered an insult—a guaranteed thumbs-down. She washed her hands. “I have to go out for a while, so don’t cook anything else while I’m gone, okay?”

  “Yeth.” He watched her from his roost on the kitchen island, eyes beaming pure happiness.

  “You’re the best.” She touched his wide nose with her finger, smiled, and headed for her bedroom.

  The sound of Feenix’s wings flapped behind her.

  Ten-foot ceilings allowed him to fly over her head in the hallway and reach the bedroom before her. When she strode into the room, he was perched in the center of her bed.

  Feenix said, “You come back?”

  The million-dollar question, but he asked the same thing every time she left. “As soon as I can.”

  “What ith thoon? One, two, five, theven, eight?”

  Did he mean minutes or hours? He’d just learned to count to eight. Time was a whole other concept. She was thinking more in terms of year
s, but rather than stretch the truth any further, she changed the topic. “How’s your counting coming?”

  “Good.”

  “Count for me.”

  He bent his legs and leaned over to count each toe around his potbelly. “One, two . . .”

  She picked up her dagger off the nightstand and slid it inside her boot. She didn’t walk the streets unarmed.

  When Feenix stopped counting at eight, because he had eight toes, she told him, “Thought we were working on nine and ten this week.”

  “What ith nine ten?” He looked up at her with big orange eyes full of curiosity.

  “I’ll tell you on the way to the door.” She headed to the door in her living room that opened into the exit tunnels.

  Feenix needed a reason to count more than his toes. She told him, “Your horns are nine and ten.”

  He grunted unintelligible happy noises as he thumped down the hallway at her heels.

  When she reached the door she turned around. “Are you going to practice?”

  His eyes rounded as he realized he had new information. “Yeth, dammit.”

  “No cursing.” She wanted to blame Quinn, one of her two closest friends, for irritating her to the point she’d said that word in front of Feenix, but the fault was hers.

  “Thorry.” He smiled, tongue poking out one side of his mouth.

  “That’s okay. I know it was an accident. Promise to be good and practice counting while I’m gone and I’ll get you a hubcap.”

  His scaly forehead wrinkled with confusion.

  She explained, “A hubcap is like a silver pizza.”

  He waddled in a circle, clapping and fluttering his wings, making happy sounds. She’d make sure Tzader, the other person she trusted most in this world, brought Feenix a hubcap if she couldn’t.

  She could if the Tribunal cut her some slack tonight and treated her equal to everyone else.

  Was that asking too much?

  Just one time she’d like to be judged on her own merit and not her tainted blood.

  She had to go now or she’d never leave. Bending down, she gave Feenix one tight squeeze and said, “Where’s your gator?”