by Lisa Kessler
Ruining the travel plans of thousands of mortals only sweetened the deal.
And to be certain that Issa and the woman couldn’t complete the rest of the journey to Egypt, he’d ruin the nearby airports as well. He ran his tongue along his teeth, the chaos infusing him with power.
The Night Walker wouldn’t be able to travel during the day. He would search for the woman, and if the airports managed to get their computers back online, maybe he’d blow something up next time.
Maybe he’d blow something up either way. His mouth watered.
No maybe about it.
…
Muriah stood as far away from Issa as possible in the elevator. It wasn’t nearly far enough. His scent, his broad shoulders, his dark eyes…yeah, he was standing way too close to her. She couldn’t stop thinking about his lips on hers, the way it felt the moment he pulled at her veins and her entire body screamed for an even closer connection. Instead of being weakened from blood loss, she almost seemed empowered. This all-powerful, ancient immortal needed her.
In trade, she’d trusted him with her life.
She focused her attention on the red numbers over the doors. Trust. Idiot. She knew better, but something about him called to her. Seeing the pain in his eyes from her vision of the past, and watching it change into a sparkle when she’d made him smile, flipped a switch inside her that she’d had no idea existed.
A switch she damned well needed to shut off.
He’d already shared her mind and witnessed her curse in action. Psychometry. She’d never asked for the ability, but she’d used it to find countless lost relics. It cost her in migraines, nosebleeds, and occasional blackouts. It also left her weak and defenseless, so she’d kept it a secret.
Until Issa stole it from her.
He crumpled against the wall of the elevator, snapping her out of her inner grumbling. Clenching his jaw, Issa frowned, reaching for the railing.
Her pulse answered, hammering through her veins. “You’re not going to fall asleep right here, right?”
“The sun is rising.” He gripped the handrail so tight she wondered if he’d yank it off the elevator wall. “Soon I will succumb.”
She looked up at the red numbers again. “We’re on the fourteenth floor, just a couple more to go.”
There was no way she’d be able to drag him into the room by herself, and from what she understood, his heart would stop when the sun came up. He’d look like a corpse. New York was a crazy place, but she doubted she’d find someone willing to help her lug a dead body into her hotel room.
“Keep all the lights on and stay inside today. Until I awaken, you must remain hidden from Apep.”
She raised a brow, narrowing her eyes at his command. He looked like hell, but she did her best not to cut him any slack.
The corner of his mouth curved into a weak, would-be smile. “Please, Muriah.”
Hearing him say her name shook her better judgment. She stepped across the elevator as it lurched to a stop and took the bags from his shoulder. Issa straightened, head held high, regal in spite of the fact that his heart threatened to stop beating in his chest.
Muriah pulled out the room key and stayed close to him, as if she could catch him if he fell. “Just a couple more minutes…”
“You did not answer my—”
“Command?”
“Request.” He leaned against the wall as she slid the card into the slot on the door. “I did say please…”
Laughter crept up in her while she held the door for her fading Night Walker god. “Technically, that’s true.” He wobbled a little and caught himself on the dresser before Muriah dashed over to try to help. “I’ll stay inside. Besides, I couldn’t leave you alone, right? What if housekeeping came in here and opened the drapes.”
He nearly smiled. “I will rest in the bathtub. Keep the door closed and no sunlight will enter.”
She followed him inside. “What if I need to use the bathroom?”
“I can assure you, as long as the sun is up, I will never know.” He stepped into the bathtub and slid down like he was settling into a hot bath.
“You won’t be comfortable.” She went into the other room and ripped a fluffy pillow from the bed. “Here, use this…”
The bathroom was silent. Too silent. Issa didn’t move. Not his chest, his stomach, nothing. It shouldn’t bother her. He’d wake up when the sun went down. And yet…
She knelt beside the tub. His dark features looked more like a statue than the man who had held her tight only a couple of hours ago. Taking a deep breath, she reached out to lift his head. His black hair was silky with gentle curls, but his skin was cold. She slipped the pillow behind his head and laid him back against it. It might not help him rest, but she’d sleep better knowing she at least tried to make him comfortable.
I shouldn’t even care. She closed the bathroom door and plopped onto the bed. After clicking on the television set for background noise, she gave Lukas a call.
“We made it to New York.”
“It’s about time you called. I was losing my mind over here.”
“Sorry, Dad.” Muriah rolled her eyes and started surfing through the TV channels. “I know how to travel. This isn’t my first trip to Egypt.”
“But you don’t usually travel with ancient Night Walkers who need to hide at dawn. It’s morning in New York, right?”
Muriah glanced at the thin strip of light streaming through the blackout drapes and onto her legs. “Yeah. But it might as well be nighttime. I’m exhausted.” She yawned. “If I keep staying up all night, I’ll be a Night Walker, too, by the end of this trip.”
“Did Issa find a safe resting place?”
“I think so.” She allowed her gaze to wander to the bathroom door. “He’s in the tub, in the bathroom.”
“He’s inside the hotel?” Lukas sounded like he was going to crawl right through the phone and shake her. “What is he doing there? He knows that’s not safe.”
“Take is easy… I’ve got this. I’ll sleep for a few hours, and then I’ll hang out in the room today. No one from housekeeping is going to find a Night Walker in my bathroom.”
He sighed and started to say something, but the television grabbed her full attention. She clicked up the volume, and the hair on her arms rose.
“Lukas?”
“Are you listening to anything I’m saying?”
“You need to get online and click on CNN. All of New York’s airports are off-line.”
“What do you mean off-line?”
She listened to the newscaster’s summary of the scene and shook her head. “Two terminals had explosions, one has no power.” The news headlines scrolled across the bottom of the screen. “And the computer mainframe has a virus.” She paused and clicked off the TV. “It’s him.”
“Apep?”
“The airports are in chaos. And it’s probably making him stronger.” She closed her eyes and took a slow breath. “He knows we’re in New York.”
Chapter Eleven
Apep walked through Times Square, his entire body thrumming with power. The news of the airport closures had the massive city on edge. A few hours ago, he’d drowned in the ecstasy of pure chaos erupting around him. The minute the lights went out, screaming pierced his ears. People were trampled, injuries, sirens, flashlights, sobbing children…
Delectible.
But empty. The same thrill he’d been surviving on for the past millennia. He wanted more, and that woman from San Diego held the key.
He needed the immortal child. Alive. Once the child’s life was in his hands, the entire Night Walker race would be his to command. Their collective fates rested in the survival of the infant. He would wield their power against the humans until they bowed to him. Instead of feeding off of chaos like a hungry leech, they would know his name. He would no longer be a shadow in their nightmares, but a power to be worshipped and feared. He wouldn’t need to stoop to their level and cause chaos.
Their consta
nt fear would feed him, and he was gluttonous.
A god every bit as powerful as those who spat him into this world of men.
Tourists milled around him, whispering about possible terrorist attacks. Police officers were alert and punchy, just the way he liked them. Adrenaline hung heavy in the air, teasing his dangerous desires, foreplay.
His dark eyes slid up the tall buildings that surrounded the open square. So many places to search for the woman and the codex. As long as the sun ruled the sky, she remained vulnerable. The God of the West would be unable to shield her.
But her mind was still closed to his suggestions, his control. He’d be forced to search for her from building to building.
He cracked his neck and made his way toward the large Marriott. One hotel at a time. Fuck.
People milled around the ground floor, grumbling about all the hotels being full due to the airport closures. He focused his attention on a trashcan twenty feet down the hall outside the restroom. His powers usually weakened the farther away from the target he stood, but after the excess of chaos he experienced at the airports, as long as he could see it, he could manipulate the molecules.
Storm clouds gathered in his eyes, and gradually, a tendril of smoke rose from the trashcan. His lips curved into a smirk as he made his way across the lobby to his next target. After the third can ignited, a fire alarm blared, strobe lights flashing in every hallway. Mission accomplished.
An amplified announcement piped through the hotel, warning guests to quietly and calmly evacuate the building. Apep snarled at the soothing voice and grabbed a cardboard drink carrier and a discarded newspaper from another can outside Starbucks. He took the garbage to the elevator and pressed the button. The doors opened and hotel guests flooded out in a stampede of fear.
He stepped inside and dropped the smoldering cardboard, then laid the newspaper over the top. With a glare, the paper browned at the edges. He blew out a breath to coax it into a flame and stepped out, watching the fire billow as the doors closed. It wouldn’t set the building on fire, but it should set off more alarms, create more panic to get the guests outside. He needed them all flushed out so he could watch for the La Deaux woman.
Once the Marriott finally emptied, he scanned the masses for his quarry. She wasn’t there. Emptying a large hotel was more time-consuming than he anticipated. It would be a race for him to find her before sundown, but he had every intention of winning.
The Hilton would be next, then the InterContinental and the Millennium.
…
Muriah bolted awake at the sound of the fire alarm. Crap. She glanced at the clock. At least a half hour before the sun would go down. I’m screwed.
She ran to the door of the suite and pressed her palm to the surface. No heat. Yet. A voice came over the hotel sound system, informing the guests to leave behind their belongings and calmly evacuate until hotel staff could determine the source of the alarm.
Calmly evacuate. Good luck with that.
The constant screeching of the alarm grated on her nerves. She approached the bathroom, doing her best not to sink into panic. Maybe she could wake Issa somehow. Lukas had never mentioned if waking early was possible, but she had to try.
Sure he’d snooped around her memories without her permission and pissed her off royally, but leaving him behind in a burning building wasn’t an option.
She rapped on the bathroom door, praying she’d hear his deep voice. There had to be some way to wake him. He didn’t reply.
Muriah slipped inside, closing the door before any afternoon sunlight assaulted her sleeping Night Walker. The sleeping Night Walker. Flipping on the light, she flinched at the sudden site of her deathly still travel companion.
This was the same man who weakened her knees with a kiss. The same man she nourished with the blood in her veins. The constant pulse of the screeching fire alarm faded from her awareness as she reached out to touch his face. His skin was cold. A shiver crept down her spine.
She patted his cheeks. “Issa? You’ve got to wake up. There’s a fire.”
Not even a single breath passed through his lips. Muriah groaned, straightening up to look around the room. The shower head caught her eye. It’d be a horrible way to wake up, but at least he’d be awake.
She stretched her arm over him and turned the faucet to cold, then pulled the handle up to send the water cascading down onto Issa’s body, soaking him in cold water. She patted his face again. Nothing.
“Shit.” She turned off the shower. How was she going to get him out of the hotel?
Her gaze stopped on her duffel bag. A luggage cart. She could get him on a cart and cover it with the comforter. He’d be safe from the sun and she’d be able to wheel him out of the hotel without anyone noticing.
She raced for the phone and buzzed the front desk. Please answer, please answer, please.
Finally, a man’s voice came through. “You need to evacuate now. This is not a test.”
“I get that, but I…” She glanced at the bathroom door. She couldn’t tell him she had a Mayan god in her tub. “I need a luggage cart.”
“You’ll have to leave your luggage behind. It’s urgent that you evacuate now.”
Shit. “Look, I have someone up here that needs assistance to get out, if I could just get a cart I could—”
“Are they handicapped?”
Muriah shrugged, and nodded. “Something like that.”
“We’ll send an emergency crew to your room. Stay inside and remain calm.”
She hung up, cursing under her breath, and went back in the bathroom. Maybe she could drag him out. She grabbed him under each arm, counted to three, and tugged. Dead weight. Bad pun, but it didn’t change the fact that he wasn’t budging.
The alarm continued to screech.
She needed a luggage cart, not an emergency crew. Muriah glanced at Issa. How would she explain his lack of a pulse? Damn it.
The constant repetition of the fire alarm screeching, combined with risking exposure of the Night Walker race to the rest of the world, was driving her insane. Maybe she could find a cart somewhere on her floor.
It was better than waiting inside the room. She had to do something.
She opened the door and shoved a rolled-up towel against the frame to keep the door ajar. She didn’t know how hotel locks worked, but she wasn’t going to risk closing the door in case her key card stopped working due to a power outage from the fire.
The scent of smoke polluted her lungs, but it wasn’t thick enough to sting her eyes. Good sign. The fire must not be on their floor. Yet.
Running toward the elevator, she sent up a silent prayer for anything with wheels that she might be able to transport Issa on. Nothing on the landing. Her heart sank. Okay, time for plan B. She pressed all the buttons and held her breath. The elevator dinged and another drop of adrenaline laced her bloodstream. This could be the fire crew coming to help.
Before she could think up a viable excuse to explain Issa’s lack of a pulse, the doors opened to a shell-shocked couple holding washcloths over their noses and mouths. It was what was behind them that made Muriah rush into the elevator.
Their bags were stacked neatly onto a large, brass luggage cart. Without hesitation, Muriah started unloading their bags.
The man lowered his makeshift mask, frowning. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Muriah placed the last bag on the ground and hit the button on the elevator to hold the door open. “I’ve got a roommate with…mobility issues. I need this cart more than your luggage does.”
She held his gaze, daring him to challenge her. Finally, he put the washcloth back over his nose and mouth with a nod and Muriah shoved the cart free of the elevator. Hazy images of bags and even a dead body filled her head. Usually, newer items didn’t have history to share with her, but this was a well-used cart. At least she wouldn’t be journeying far back in time. Those were the psychometric visions that made her feel like her brain might leak out her ears.
Muriah pushed faster. The loud rattle of the wheels took her mind off the pictures in her head. Once she maneuvered it inside the room, she realized there was one missing piece to her plan.
“Dammit.” She smacked her hand against the wall. There was no way she could lift Issa out of the tub and onto the cart all by herself. Groaning, tears of frustration burned her eyes. “Shit.”
Back in the hallway, she scanned for any sign of another person, or the rescuers the front desk had promised. There had to be someone. She ran from room to room, knocking on every door. Nearing the elevator, knuckles aching, a door finally cracked open.
A bewildered, shirtless, middle-aged man stared at her. “You’re not supposed to be here.”
Muriah jammed her foot in the door opening, hoping it would keep him from slamming it in her face. “I need your help. My friend is passed out, and I need help to lift him onto a cart so we can get downstairs.”
The man unlatched the security chain and poked his head out, peering each way like he expected traffic or something. Satisfied, he met Muriah’s eyes. “Give me a second.”
He vanished, but Muriah kept her foot in the doorway. When he came back, he had a shirt on that reeked of cannabis. She raised a brow. “Getting high inside a burning building instead of evacuating seems risky.”
“I’m dead either way.” He followed her down the hall.
“No one will kill you over a stash of pot.”
“The pot is mine. It’s the rest of the stuff that’s worth more than my life.”
None of my business. She glanced over her shoulder to be sure her unlikely assistant was behind her as she pushed the door open. “I’m just glad you were still here.”
Inside the bathroom, he hesitated. “He’s wet.”
“I was trying to wake him up.”
The man let out a nervous chuckle. “Bad trip, huh?”