by Lizzy Ford
Katie’s Hope
Rhyn Trilogy, Book Two
By Lizzy Ford, http://www.guerrillawordfare.com
Edited by Christine LePorte
Cover art and design by Dafeenah, http://www.indiedesignz.com/
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Special feature at the conclusion: excerpt from
A Demon’s Desire
By Lizzy Ford
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Acknowledgments
I’d like to give a hearty thank you to the following people, whose support was crucial to the finishing of Katie’s Hope!
Anna
Traci Wood
Katie Bleil
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Chapter One
Three weeks later
The dream took shape as it did every night. Even when she knew she was dreaming, she couldn’t wake herself up or shake the fear that this time, Rhyn wasn’t going to come.
Katie stood between the assassin and the demon. Her choices were plain: Death or Hell. Bad or worse. Screwed or screwed. One of them was taking her to his underworld. The other would kill her. As the two stared each other down, she wasn’t sure who had the better chance of winning: Gabriel, an Immortal sworn to serve Death, or Darkyn, the leader of all the demons in Hell.
Her hand went to her neck, where the name of her Ancient Immortal mate, Rhyn, had been until he broke their mating bond two days before. Desolation unlike anything she’d ever felt made her want to sink into the ground and stay there.
A shadow blocked the hot Caribbean sun, and she looked up to see Rhyn in his pterodactyl form circling above them. She gasped, hope racing through her as he dove toward the ground, switched to his human form in mid-air, and landed hard on the stony island’s ground. He met her gaze, and her body bloomed with warmth in response to the possessive gaze that swept over her from head to foot before his eyes settled on the demon. Evaluating each other, the three creatures stood in tight silence before Rhyn spoke at last.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Darkyn?”
“Half-breed,” the demon leader sneered. “Negotiating with Gabriel over who gets your former mate.”
“Death ordered her dead-dead,” Gabriel said. “And Death always wins.”
“Brother, I’ll kill you both if either of you tries to take her,” Rhyn replied. “You have a contract on her, Gabe?” The assassin nodded. “Let me guess, Darkyn, the Dark One, ordered this.”
“We’ll just say he doesn’t disagree with me.”
“All right.” Rhyn drew a knife from his boot. Katie watched, her optimism fading. “I’m challenging you, assassin, demon. You can have her when I’m dead.”
“Rhyn, no!” she cried.
“I can handle it,” he said.
“Rhyn— ” She started forward, and Gabriel held out an arm to block her. Furious and terrified, Katie planted both her hands on his arm to push it away with no success. “Back off, Gabriel. It’s not like I can run anywhere!”
“Two minutes,” he warned. “By Immortal Code, Darkyn and I are obligated to accept his challenge.”
She hurried to Rhyn and stood looking up at him. His silver gaze was on his foes then dropped to her.
“This is the stupidest thing you’ve ever done,” she said.
“Letting you go was the stupidest thing. I’m doing something right for once.” The resolution in his face was unmistakable. He wasn’t backing down. His eyes returned to the demon.
“They’ll kill you,” she whispered.
“If they do, go with Gabriel. Death’s a bitch, but she’s better than Hell.”
Her eyes watered. She’d barely known what to do when he un-claimed her two days ago, but at least he was alive. If he left forever …
“This isn’t right,” she said, her throat tightening. He looked down at her again, his gaze taking in her face. He cupped one cheek with his roughened hand and rubbed away a tear with his thumb.
“I’m not dead yet,” he said, amused. She wrapped her arms around him, comforted by his scent and tormented it was the last time she’d smell him.
“Can’t we just run away, right now? Turn into a bird and carry me with you?” she asked.
“Even if we did, they’d both come after us.”
“You can go. I’d rather know you’re safe than live without you.”
“No, Katie,” he said softly. “I know where I belong, and it’s right here with you. I have to make things right. I couldn’t live if I lost you.”
“Katie,” Gabriel called.
“Rhyn, I love you,” she said.
“I know.” He pulled away from her and pushed her hair from her face. With a tender kiss on her forehead, Rhyn stepped away. Gabriel drew a long sword, and Darkyn pulled two free. She felt cold from the inside out. The assassin motioned her over. She went woodenly, her stomach in turmoil.
“Break the bond, and Death will save you both. Rhyn will die-dead otherwise,” Gabriel whispered then left her standing by a group of boulders. The words struck her as odd, but she had trouble concentrating when the men launched into a three-way battle.
Break the bond, and Death will free you both. She tried to decipher his meaning as she watched them fight, terrified to take her eyes off Rhyn. Rhyn already broke their bond, unless … she had to break it, too.
Death would free them. Her death. She was the only one who had the power to end this before he died. Her attention turned to a different direction, the way she’d walked half an hour ago from the beach. She hesitated only a second more before she started running. She ran hard and left the sounds of the battle behind her, her thoughts on Rhyn and nothing else.
The distance to the beach was short in her dream, her body full of fear and adrenaline. She made it to the sand before being forced to slow to a walk by the ankle-deep, loose sand. Agonizing over how much time Rhyn had, she finally reached the water’s edge and sucked in ragged breaths as she knelt for a moment of rest.
“Death will free us both.” Heart hammering, she rose, took a deep breath, and waded into the warm water.
Trust my Gabriel, human, a woman’s voice whispered into her mind. This is the only way.
Katie awoke sweating in her bed in the cavernous room to which she’d been exiled upon arriving to the Immortals’ castle in the French Alps. The fire had died down, and someone had turned off the light to her bathroom, rendering the room completely dark. The dream had seemed so real. In it she had even recognized where they were: the Caribbean Sanctuary, where she’d been before coming here.
A movement from the balcony caught her attention.
“Another nightmare?” The voice of Gabriel was as dark as the room. He stood in front of the glass French doors of the balcony, taking up the whole space with his massive frame and heavy trench coat.
“Yeah,” she whispered. “Every night.” Her hand went to her neck, and she threw off the covers, crossing the cold stone floor to the bathroom. Flipping on the light, she confirmed the tattoos and Rhyn’s name still circled her neck. He hadn’t left her. She looked tiny and frightened in the large bathroom’s mirror, and her gaze was drawn to the lumpy scar ma
rring one arm. She rubbed it as she’d begun to do whenever she was upset.
“You okay?” Gabriel asked.
“Just making sure …” he’s still alive. She couldn’t finish her thought in front of him, partly because it made no sense and partly because she didn’t want to admit her soul felt Rhyn’s absence like the draft from a cracked window on a winter’s night.
“You ever find it odd you feel comfortable waking up to find me here?” Gabriel asked.
She rolled her eyes at his twisted sense of humor, which normally teetered on lethal. As Death’s best assassin, Gabriel wasn’t the type of person anyone ever wanted to run into, let alone when awaking in a dark room after a nightmare.
“I want the light on, Gabriel,” she said.
He shook his head. “I don’t like it, and you’ll have bad dreams either way,” he reasoned.
“Makes me feel safer.”
“Nothing safer than hanging out with someone who can’t be killed.”
“Gabriel,” she chastised. She left the bathroom light on and returned to her bed, chilled by the drafty chamber that was now hers. It had the combined square footage of every apartment she’d ever rented. It was cold and large, not the kind of place she’d ever choose to live.
“Mama!” Toby’s grumpy voice drew her gaze toward the small bedroom whose door was near the bathroom. She’d stopped gritting her teeth whenever he called her that and— God help her!— she’d even started responding.
The five-year-old angel, whose appearance in her life several weeks ago plunged her into the Immortal underworld, squeezed through the cracked door. He trudged across the bedroom, climbing into bed with her without asking.
“Toby, you’re too old to be sleeping in my bed,” she said. He ignored her and snuggled deep beneath the covers. If not for the nightmares, she’d carry him back to his bed, whether or not he liked it, but she found some comfort in having the angel so close. Despite her efforts to stay awake, she fell into restless sleep again.
Her alarm clock woke her at dawn, reminding her it was time for her morning run. She turned it off and eased out of bed, stopping to gaze out the French doors. Verdant forests stretched to the steely sky, a swath of green, brown, and grey. Uneasy after her dream, she dressed in running clothes and padded out of the room. Gabriel was gone and Toby still sleeping.
She walked through the castle quickly, not liking the quiet, and emerged into a courtyard leading to an expansive cobblestone driveway. The courtyard bordered a small grassy park off which several trails ran from the grassy area into the still dark woods.
Her running partner, Ully, wasn’t there. She shook out her arms and stretched, cold in the early morning air. The trails appeared muddy even from the distance and the air smelled of snow.
She heard the soft step of someone approaching and turned, surprised. Her mate, Rhyn, stood in heavy boots, running pants, and a tank top. Relief trickled through her to see him alive. His snow cloud-colored eyes were piercing, his muscular frame making her warm from the inside out. The tank top displayed his thick biceps and shapely shoulders. If she stepped just an inch closer, she’d feel his body heat.
“Ully’s not coming,” he said.
“Why not?” she asked, disappointed. Her morning run was the only moment of peace she would have during the day.
“I saw your dream.”
“You’re not supposed to be in my head.”
He said nothing.
“Are you running with me?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
Her gaze went to the sky again as she recalled the nightmare. She’d been avoiding him for the same reason her dream revealed: she might just care too much about him to leave when the time came for her to go. The sense of loss from her dream returned, and she was embarrassed to feel her throat tightening.
“I haven’t seen you since we arrived,” she said. “Are you in the dungeon with the rest of the warriors?”
“Do you wanna run or not?” he asked.
“Are you really running in boots?”
“I can run naked.”
She turned away before he saw the flair of interest accompany her irritation. Her face felt hot as she recalled the one night they’d spent together. How could she forget the experience that had effectively doomed her, branded her as his forever?
Rhyn growled low in his chest. Suddenly, a massive black jaguar leapt past her toward the nearest trail. Its back reached her shoulder, and it moved with restrained, lethal power. She’d seen a couple of Rhyn’s shapes, but she’d never get used to the fact he could shapeshift.
Rhyn turned to peer at her through silvery eyes, flicking his tail in impatience. She started forward with a sigh and joined him at the beginning of the muddy trail. She picked her way through the first few steps, startled when he launched himself at a tree, clawed his way up, and bypassed the muddy section by leaping to the next tree.
“Stupid cat,” she muttered. Rhyn leapt down from the tree a few meters in front of her and sat to await her as she slid and maneuvered the muddy trail. When she reached the other side, he trotted forward. She followed, expecting him to disappear into the trees at any point and reappear with a herd of deer clenched in his jaws.
They ran through the forest toward the cliff, then ducked deeper into the forest before the trees gave way at the cliff. She stopped at the edge, where the trail was nothing but mud. Puffing and energized, she paused for a breath when cold fingers brushed her neck.
Darkyn. He spoke to her, and his cold presence was close. She jerked away, surprised, and slid in the mud toward the cliff edge. Rhyn snatched her and wrapped his arm around her, lifting her out of the mud and farther back onto the trail. Almost immediately she wished he’d let her fall off the cliff. She’d rarely seen him— and never touched him— since arriving a few weeks ago. The warmth of their bodies pressed together made her forget Darkyn, the cold, and the nightmare. The silence was thick and awkward. She sensed him waiting to see what she’d do.
“Thank you,” she managed. “For coming with me today.” His warm breath on her neck made her shiver, and she instinctively tilted her head. His grip tightened around her, but he didn’t bite her.
“Did you mean what you said?” he asked in a husky tone.
“About thanking you? Yes,” she said.
“You know that’s not what I mean,” he growled. “In your dream, you said— ”
“I don’t know, Rhyn. I’ve got a lot to figure out.”
“Fine. Then tell me you don’t.”
She sighed. She belonged here in his arms, and yet she feared what that meant. She’d lose her sister, her only family, and Rhyn hadn’t yet proven he could keep her safe.
“You can’t say it,” he said, satisfaction in his voice. He turned her to face him, and she gazed up at him, once again awed by his size, heat, and intensity. His silver eyes were molten, his rugged jaw line shaded by two days’ growth. His hands were hot on her hips and his body blocked the cold wind whipping up the cliff.
“Can you?” she challenged.
“Don’t need to.”
“Rhyn— ”
“I’ve done almost everything you asked me to the past few weeks. I need a reward, before the demons in the forest attack us.”
“Demons?” she echoed. Any fear she might have felt disappeared when he rested his hand on her neck and brushed her cheek, then her lips, with his thumb. Her blood was already on fire from their bodies being pressed together, and heat pooled in the base of her belly.
“I watch them watch you,” he said. “You draw them out on your runs, and I kill them. We’re a good team.”
“Until the day you’re not there.” Her words escaped before she thought to filter them. The sense of loss returned. Warmth passed through his gaze, and the skin around his eyes softened as he took in her expression.
“I win,” he said. He withdrew, and the cold wind swept over her. She started after him, senses scattered.
“You didn’t get your k
iss,” she objected, her blood humming with need and frustration. She followed him back to the trail. Her eyes swept over his muscular form, from his shapely shoulders and wide back to the thick thighs outlined by the sweats. He whipped out a curved knife from the small of his back and tossed it in the air, catching it easily.
“You better start running. They’re coming,” he said.
“You weren’t joking.” She eyed the forest around them. It was quiet and cold.
“I don’t do much right, but I can kill things,” he said. She turned to see him gazing at her again. His eyes traveled to her neck and lingered. “Hate demon blood.”
Fear made the wind seem colder. She wasn’t about to stick around for this one. She started past him. He gripped her arm and pulled her against him once more. His kiss was hot, demanding, and quick, his lips warm and soft. Just as her body melded against his, he pushed her away. Stunned, she stared up at him. His gaze was on some point in the forest. She heard them coming, the sound of creatures crashing through the forest.
“Go, now,” he ordered. “Don’t stop running until you’re back at the castle.”
Lust turned to adrenaline. He slapped her backside to jar her into gear, and she bolted forward. The sound of fighting erupted behind her, and she stopped before the trail curved out of sight to see Rhyn standing over his first victim, a demon in a jaguar form. He wiped the bloodied knife on its pelt and straightened, meeting her gaze.
She wasn’t sure if she should thank him for protecting him or curse him for the kiss. He lifted his chin in dismissal. Intent on fleeing him as well as the demons, she ran as hard as she could back to the castle before doubling over to catch her breath. Her eyes went to the number she wrote on her hand each morning.
5
She had exactly five weeks left in her bargain with Kris, the Immortal’s leader. She squeezed her hand closed to hide the number and faced the forest, waiting for him to reappear.
“What’re you doing out here?” Kris’s cool voice made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
“Finishing up my morning run,” she answered.
“You were told to take Ully with you.”
“I went with Rhyn.”
“You don’t have much longer here, if all goes according to plan,” Kris said and moved beside her, his eyes the color of tanzanite, his white hair the color of snow.