Deep Kiss of Winter (22 page)

Sometimes he unreasonably felt as if fate was punishing him with her for all his previous sins. Never to hold her; always to suffer this need—and to bear the knowledge that it would forever go unslaked.

If “faint heart never won fair lady,” then the opposite should hold true. Murdoch had meant it when he'd said he would do anything to have her—anything but risk her safety. He needed gates to storm, an enemy to fight and defeat. Instead, he could do nothing but covet what was already his . . . .

At that moment she nicked her forefinger. Rich blood beaded, and he clenched his jaw at the scent.
Never to drink her, though I dream of it more and more.

On occasion, she'd caught him staring at the alabaster skin of her neck, but she still stayed with him. Which meant she trusted him not to hurt her.

His gaze fixed on the small welling of crimson. With each day, he wondered how much he trusted himself.

•   •   •

“Nïx, is that really you?”
Danii cried. When her phone had rung, she'd expected Murdoch or even Myst again.

“In the telephonic flesh,” the soothsayer replied.

“I've called you repeatedly!”

“Then I must've not wanted to talk to you.”

Danii pursed her lips. “What are you doing?”

“Just
chillin
' since you gave us the
cold shoulder
—huzzah! Somebody stop me! How's the vamp? Too hot to handle? Because I could do this all day!”

“Ha-ha.” Today Nïx was playful. Which unfortunately meant she'd probably be forgetful as well. “And I'm not giving you the cold shoulder. You knew why I had to go.”

“Did I? Guess I forgot. Mental note: stop telling people that Danii's gone missing. Cease hinting feral koi to blame.”

Danii sighed. Nïx could be incredibly useful. And incredibly frustrating. “What's that noise in the background?”

“Your room. No one can figure out how to turn off the freezer.”

Danii swallowed. “Why would you want to turn it off?”
All my ice!

“Because Soloflex and litter-box storage wait for no one?”

“You're acting like I'm never coming back.”

“Are you?” Nïx asked.

“You tell me, soothsayer,” Danii said, but her words were breaking up. Nïx's call waiting kept clicking.

“Who keeps calling you?”

“Not the same person. All different. Everyone wants a piece of Nïxie,” she said, a hint of weariness
in her tone. “Lemme block them. There. Speaking of calls, Myst said she's tried to contact you several times.”

Danii hadn't picked up. “Look, I know what she'll say to me—that I can't possibly keep Murdoch from straying and we'll never work out in the long run.”
Pressure building . . . time passing.

Instead of arguing that point and reassuring her, Nïx only made a noncommittal sound.

“How is Myst, anyway?” Danii asked.

“Even more insufferably ravishing, with the glow of a female who's well loved,” Nïx answered. “Married life suits her.”

I want to be well loved. Would kill to be.
Instead, Danii lived in an increasingly untenable situation, blinders firmly on as she strove to build a life with him.
Like building a house of tinder atop a powder keg.

And Murdoch had never mentioned marriage.

“Don't forget fierce Kaderin!” Nïx added. “Sebastian's turned her into an amorous Kiddy Kad. So, Kaderin and Myst are both freaky, naughty minxes who get it on with vampires. Just like you, Danii! They both wear their bites proudly, bragging to everyone how orgasmic it feels.”

“Orgasmic?” Great, yet another thing to fantasize about with Murdoch. “They, uh, like it?”

“I know,
right
! The coven considers them bite bores. But Sebastian did use Thrane's key to whisk Kad's two sisters back to the future, and he saved Kad's life. Plus, Nikolai tried to sacrifice his life for
Myst's. Not that she'd needed him to. So some Valkyries have stopped overtly plotting to massacre the two brothers. Though Murdoch and Conrad are still fair game,” she concluded brightly.

“Conrad? I knew he was alive!” Danii said in a rush. “Are the rumors true—is he Fallen? Will they ever find him?”

“He lives. Dunno if he's Fallen. And yes, eventually the brothers will locate him. I've been helping Nikolai, you know.”

And
only
Nikolai. Nïx refused to meet with Murdoch or Sebastian. “I know you have. Murdoch keeps me up to date about everything.”

“Indeed? Did he tell you that the Goddess of Impossibility gifted Sebastian with another turn of Thrane's Key? So he could go back in time and bring his own sisters and family forward? Obviously Riora grew quite enamored of the studly scholar.”

Murdoch hadn't told her that.
But why?
This was huge! Instead of answering Nïx, Danii demanded, “Why are you meddling in this? You don't even really like vampires.”

“How can you say that?” Nïx asked in a scandalized tone. “I have
never
in my life meddled.”

Danii gave a harsh laugh. “You even got the House of Witches to sell Nikolai, a vampire, mystical goods.” If Conrad was indeed Fallen, the brothers planned to capture him to keep him from killing again. Nikolai's first purchase had been unbreakable manacles that prevented the wearer from tracing.

“
Gold
got those mercenaries to sell to him,” Nïx countered. “I merely brokered the deal. Would you rather I not help? Hmm. You seem irritable. Usually when I speak to shacked-up Valks, they sound cheerier.”

“Bet they can make skin-to-skin contact with their co-shackers.”

“Is that the only reason for trouble in paradise? Tell, Nixie, tell. You know I'll just forget.”

“I think he's . . . avoiding me. He spends night after night away, following leads about Conrad. That's where he is tonight.”

“Do you think he would avoid you if you two could touch?”

“No, I don't. This situation has to be tormenting for him.”
Because it is for me.

“I was thinking about Mariketa the Awaited,” Nïx said. “She's finally begun to come into her powers. In another fifty years, she might be able to help you.”

“Truly?” Mariketa was supposed to be the most powerful witch ever born to the House of Witches. “I've been waiting for this since she was a girl!” No one in the Lore had known how long they'd be
awaiting
Mariketa to attain her full strength, which could've taken anywhere from years to millennia.

“Mariketa's taking deposits, escrowed of course. You could sign up on her waiting list.”

Danii
could,
and until the time came, maybe another less-powerful witch could put her and Murdoch to sleep, hibernating like Wóden and Freya.
When Danii and Murdoch woke, they'd be able to be together.

Yet she almost didn't want to tell Murdoch about this idea. Fifty years would still sound like an age to him. Besides, it was in no way certain.

“I don't suppose you know of any way that might predate the fifty-year wait?” Danii was aware of other immortal competitions with outrageous prizes, as well as those extensive Lore bazaars where magics were peddled. Both tended to be held around the Accession.

Could there finally be a magic out there that would allow her and Murdoch to touch? Without exacting a devastating—and potentially scaly—penalty?

“I'll have to see into the future on that and get back to you,” Nïx said. “But for now, let's
gossip
!”

For half an hour, Nïx filled her in on Lorean current events, such as the marriage between Emma and Lachlain MacRieve, her werewolf protector. “Told you so about Lykae inlaws,” Nïx chirped.

And she related how Kaderin had set about acclimating her medieval sisters to this time: “Video games can be deeply enlightening to the uninitiated.”

“What about Regin?” Danii asked. “Surely, she's drummed up some kind of trouble.” Regin the Radiant was the coven's resident prankster, hopelessly immature and proud of it. Her “superhero identity” was The Fellatrix, and she was prone to snicker and say things like “The song ‘Come On Eileen' doesn't have a comma after
on
. . . .”

“She's been skirting nuclear meltdown since her b.f.f. Lucia went scarce without her.”

Surprisingly, brash Regin and level-headed Lucia the Huntress were inseparable best friends. Her past shrouded in mystery, Lucia was an archer who'd been cursed to feel indescribable pain if she missed a shot. At least, that was one of her curses. “Why would Lucia do that?”

“She's gone on walkabout, with her own Lykae admirer hot on her heels . . . .”

While she and Nïx gabbed, Danii endeavored to explain her obsessive carving and the arcane symbols, but the soothsayer revealed nothing, saying only, “Your ways are not like our earth ways.”

“Oh!” Nïx suddenly exclaimed. “I almost forgot, I'm sending you a pressy.”

“When?” Danii liked gifts! As did every Valkyrie. “How will you know where to send it?”

“As if I don't know exactly where you are! Now, I must go. I have mayhem down at five o'clock and
Survivor
at eight.”

“Will you tell everyone that I said hi, and not to steal the clothes I left behind?”

“The second of those requests has already been rendered moot. Literally a free-for-all.”

“Nïx!”

“One last thing, do you remember those pesky dempires?”

“Do I ever,” Danii said. Murdoch had barely survived his encounter with them. “Want to say you told me so about them as well?”

“No, no, I just wanted you to know that they're mewling creampuffs compared to Conrad Wroth. And when I said that his brothers would eventually locate him? Eventually is
tonight
.
Ciao
!
” Click.

Murdoch and Nikolai entered Erol's—a ramshackle bayou tavern that catered solely to Loreans—with Sebastian due to meet them any minute.

A contact had told Nikolai that Conrad was within this bar on this very night, and had been returning here repeatedly.

As if to draw his brothers out.

In the past, Conrad had wanted to kill Murdoch and Nikolai, had hated them for turning him, even more than Sebastian had. Did Conrad still want to? They'd soon see.

Murdoch scanned the interior of the dimly-lit tavern—

He's . . . here.
“In the back,” he muttered to Nikolai. Conrad sat at a table in the shadows, clasping his head as if it pounded.
Our brother. Just here. After so long.

“He's wearing sunglasses?” Nikolai muttered back.

To hide his red eyes?
Christ, don't let it be.

Conrad must've sensed them. He lowered his hand and raised his head to face them. At once, he drew his lips back, baring his fangs menacingly.

A standoff. Patrons noticed the sudden tension and fell silent. One look at Conrad and they exited in a hurry. The place emptied, right down to the bartender.

Quiet reigned. Murdoch said nothing, dumbstruck to see his brother after all this time, to find him alive. Nikolai was speechless as well.

Sebastian entered then, his countenance grave. He crossed to his brothers, standing with them in a united front.

Murdoch gave Sebastian a quick nod, gratified once again that he'd allied with them.
The first time in centuries the four of us have been in the same room.

Conrad drew down his sunglasses, revealing eyes as red as blood. Murdoch's lips parted, and Sebastian muttered a curse. Nikolai winced, but he squared his shoulders, and the three strode forward—

With uncanny speed, Conrad lunged from his seat. In one astonishing move, he vaulted over the table at them and struck Sebastian with a skull-cracking blow, sending him hurtling into a wall.

Before Murdoch and Nikolai could react, Conrad snatched them by their throats, one in each hand as they fought to free themselves.

“Three hundred years of this,” Conrad hissed, his red eyes blazing with hate.

Then all hell broke loose.

•   •   •

Pace forward . . . and back. Sit.
Carve on tablet for huffish moments. Rise and repeat—

The phone rang. Danii dove for it, answering in a rush, “Murdoch, is that you?”

“We have Conrad,” he said, his voice rough. “He's . . . Fallen.”

“Oh, Murdoch, I'm so sorry.” Danii's heart hurt for him. She knew how much Murdoch cared for his brother, how devastating this was to him.

“He was an assassin, but he drank all of his hundreds, or even thousands, of victims. He took all their memories—and their strength.”

“Is he crazed?” she asked, though she knew the answer.

“He nearly totaled Nikolai's car. From
the inside
. We barely captured him, and only because the Lykae Bowen MacRieve showed up and helped take him down. By swinging a bar rail into Conrad's face.”

“Are you safe? Were you hurt?”

“Let's just say we're all glad to be immortal,” he muttered, then added, “We've got Conrad locked up on a property outside of town, a place called Elancourt.”

“I know of it.” Elancourt wasn't far from Val Hall and had always struck Danii as creepy. Surely the decrepit gothic manor there wasn't even livable. “Why would you put him there?”

“Nïx advised Nikolai to.”

What does she have up her sleeve with this?

“It's going to take a lot of work for the three of us to make it comfortable for Conrad.”

More time away.
Avoiding me.

“But it's hidden,” he reminded her, which was important considering what they were doing. One of the primary rules of the Forbearer order was to kill Fallen vampires—without mercy.