DH 05 Kiss Of The Night (2 page)

Cal ing out her personal guards, the queen sent them off to Greece, to make sure that Apol o’s mistress and child were kil ed. She would never al ow either of them to sit on her beloved throne.

“Make sure to rip them apart so that the Greeks wil believe it was done by a wild animal. I want nothing to make them look to our shores for this.”

But as with al acts of vengeance, this one, too, was uncovered.

Heartbroken, Apol o, without thought, cursed al of his once chosen race. “A plague to al who are Apol ite born. May you reap al you have sown this day. None of you shal ever live past the age of my precious Ryssa. You shal al perish painful y on the day of your twenty-seventh birthday. Because you acted as animals, you shal become them. Let you find your nourishment solely in the blood of your own kind. And never again wil you be able to walk in my realm where I wil see you and be forced to remember what it is that you did to betray me.”

It wasn’t until the curse was spoken that Apol o remembered his own son back in Delphi. A son he had foolishly damned along with the others.

For once spoken, such things can never be undone.

But more than that, he had sown the seeds for his own destruction. On his son’s wedding day to Apol o’s most treasured high-priestess, Apol o had entrusted his son with everything in life he valued.

“In your hands, you hold my future. Your blood is mine and it is through you and your future children that I live.”

With those binding words, and in one fit of anger, Apol o had damned himself to extinction. For once his son’s bloodline died, so then would Apol o and with him the sun itself.

You see, Apol o isn’t just a god. He is the essence of the sun and holds in his hands the balance of the universe.

On the day Apol o dies, so dies the earth and al who dwel here.

Now the year is A.D. 2003 and there is only one Apol ite child left who bears the blood of the ancient god…

St. Paul, Minnesota

“Oh, honey,
major
stud alert. Three o’clock.”

Cassandra Peters laughed at Michel e Avery’s lust-fil ed tone as she turned in the crowded bar to see an average-looking, dark-haired man facing the stage where their favorite local band, Twisted Hearts, played.

Swaying to the music’s beat as she sipped her Long Island Iced Tea, Cassandra studied him for a minute.

“He’s a
Milk
Man,” she decided after a thorough scan of his “attributes” that comprised his looks, his carriage, and his lumberjack attire.

Michel e shook her head. “No, ma’am, he’s a
Cracker
for sure.” Cassandra smiled at their rating system, which hinged on what they wouldn’t toss a man out of bed for.

Milk Man meant he was attractive in an unusual way and could bring a glass of milk to bed anytime.

Crackers were one step up, and Cookies were gods.

But the ultimate in masculine desirability rated a Powdered Donut. Not only was a powdered donut messy, it violated their perpetual diet mentality and begged a woman to bite into it.

To date, none of them had ever met a Powdered Donut in the flesh. Stil , they were ever hopeful.

Michel e tapped Brenda and Kat on their shoulders and inconspicuously pointed to the man she was eyebal ing. “Cookie?”

Kat shook her head. “Cracker.”

“Definitely Cracker,” Brenda confirmed.

“Oh, what do you know? You have a steady boyfriend,” Michel e said to Brenda as the band finished their song and took a break. “Jeez, you guys are tough critics.” Cassandra looked back at the guy, who was talking to his buddy and drinking a longneck beer. He didn’t make her heart pound, but then very few men did. Even so, he had an easy, open manner and a nice, friendly smile. She could see why Michel e liked him.

“Why would you care what we think anyway?” she asked Michel e. “If you like him, then go up and introduce yourself.”

Michel e was horrified. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” Cassandra asked.

“What if he thinks I’m fat or ugly?”

Cassandra rol ed her eyes. Michel e was a very thin brunette who was a far cry from ugly. “Life is short, Michel e. Too short. For al you know, he might be the man of your dreams, but if you stay back here, drooling and not acting, you’l never know.”

“God,” Michel e breathed, “how I envy you that live-for-today attitude. But I can’t.” Cassandra grabbed her by the hand and hauled her through the crowd, over to the man.

She tapped him on the shoulder.

Startled, he turned around.

His eyes widened as he looked up at Cassandra. At six feet one, she was used to being a freak of nature.

To his credit, the guy didn’t appear offended by the fact that she was a good two inches tal er than him.

He looked down at Michel e, who was a normal five feet four.

“Hi,” Cassandra said, drawing his gaze back to her. “I’m taking a quick survey. Are you married?” He frowned. “No.”

“Seeing someone?”

He passed a puzzled look to his friend. “No.”

“Gay?”

His jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

“Cassandra!” Michel e snapped.

She ignored both of them and held tight to Michel e’s hand as her friend tried to run away. “You like women, yes?”

“Yes,” he said, sounding offended.

“Good, because my friend Michel e here thinks you’re exceptional y cute and she’d like to meet you.” She pul ed Michel e between them. “Michel e, this is…”

He smiled as he met Michel e’s stunned gaze. “Tom Cody.”

“Tom Cody,” Cassandra repeated. “Tom, this is Michel e.”

“Hi,” he said, extending his hand to her.

From Michel e’s expression, Cassandra could tel her friend wasn’t sure if she should strangle her or thank her.

“Hi,” Michel e said, shaking his hand.

Assured that they were semicompatible and that he didn’t bite on the first date, Cassandra left them and headed back to Brenda and Kat, both of whom had their mouths hanging wide open as they stared at her in disbelief.

“I can’t believe you just did that to her,” Kat said as soon as Cassandra rejoined them. “She’s going to kil you later.”

Brenda cringed. “If you ever do that to me, I
will
kil you.” Kat draped an arm over Brenda’s shoulders and gave her an affectionate hug. “You can yel at her al you want to, hon, but I can’t let
you
kil her.”

Brenda laughed at Kat’s comment, not knowing that Kat spoke from her heart. She was Cassandra’s covert bodyguard and had been with her for five years now. A record. Most of Cassandra’s bodyguards had a job expectancy of about eight months.

They either ended up dead or quitting the minute they caught a look at exactly who and what was after her.

To their way of thinking, not even the exorbitant amount of money her father paid them to keep her alive was worth the risk.

But not Kat. She had more tenacity and chutzpah than anyone Cassandra had ever met. Not to mention the fact that Kat was the only woman Cassandra had ever known who was actual y tal er than her. At six feet four, and stunningly beautiful, Kat made quite an entrance everywhere she went. Her blond hair hung just past her shoulders and she had eyes so green they didn’t look real.

“You know,” Brenda said to Cassandra as she watched Tom and Michel e talking and laughing. “I would give anything to have your confidence. Do you ever doubt yourself?” Cassandra answered truthful y. “Al the time.”

“You never show it.”

That’s because, unlike her companions, there was more than just a slim chance Cassandra might only have another eight months left to live. She couldn’t afford to be scared or timid of life. Her motto was to grab everything by both hands, and run with it.

Then again, she’d been running al her life. Running from those who would kil her if they had a chance.

But most of al , she’d been running from her destiny, hoping that somehow, some way, she could avert the inevitable.

Even though she’d traveled the world since she was six years old, she was no closer to discovering the truth about her heritage than her mother had been before her.

Stil , with every day that dawned, she was hopeful. Hopeful that someone would tel her that her life didn’t have to end on her twenty-seventh birthday. Hopeful that she would be able to stay someplace for more than a few months or even days.

“Hub-ba!” Brenda said, her eyes wide as she looked toward the entrance. “I think I just found our cookies!

And ladies, there are
three
of them.”

Laughing at her awed tone, Cassandra turned around to see three incredibly sexy men entering the club.

They were al wel over six feet in height, golden in skin and hair, and drop-dead gorgeous.

Her laughter died instantly as she felt a horrible, stinging tingle run through her. It was a sensation she was al too familiar with.

And it was one that branded terror into her heart.

Dressed in expensive sweaters, jeans, and ski jackets, the three men scanned the bar’s occupants like the deadly predators they were. Cassandra trembled. The people in the bar had no idea how much danger they were in.

None of them.

Oh, dear God…

“Hey, Cass,” Brenda said. “Go introduce me to
them
.” Cassandra shook her head as she made eye contact with Kat to warn her. She tried to herd Brenda away from the men and out of their dark, hungry sight. “They’re bad news, Bren.
Really
bad news.” The one virtue of being half Apol ite was her ability to spot others of her mother’s kind. And something in her gut told her the men walking through the crowd, scanning women with seductive smiles, were no longer simple Apol ites.

They were Daimons—a vicious breed of Apol ite who chose to prolong their short lives by kil ing humans and stealing their souls.

Their unique, powerful Daimon charisma and their hunger for souls bled from every pore of their bodies.

They were here for victims.

Cassandra swal owed her panic. She had to find some way to get out of here before they got too close to her and discovered who she real y was.

She reached for the smal handgun in her purse, and looked for an escape.

“Out the back,” Kat said, pul ing her toward the rear of the club.

“What’s going on?” Brenda asked.

Suddenly, the tal est of the Daimons stopped dead in his tracks.

He turned to face them.

His steely eyes narrowed on Cassandra with intense interest and she could feel him trying to penetrate her mind. She blocked his intrusion, but it was too late.

He grabbed his friends’ arms and inclined his head toward them.

Damn. This sucked.

Literally.

With the bar’s crowd, she couldn’t open fire on them and neither could Kat. The hand grenades were in the car and she had opted to leave her daggers under the seat.

“Now would be a good time to tel me you have your sais with you, Kat.”

“Nada. You got your kamas on you?”

“Yeah,” she said sarcastical y, thinking of her weapons that looked like smal handheld scythes. “I tucked them into my bra before I left home.”

She felt Kat force something cold into her hand. Looking down, she saw the closed uchiwa fighting fan.

Made of steel, the fan was sharpened on one side so that it was as dangerous as a Ginsu knife. Folded up and only eleven inches long, it looked like an innocuous Japanese folding fan, but in the hands of either Kat or Cassandra, it was lethal.

Cassandra tightened her grip on the fan as Kat pul ed her toward the stage where there was a fire exit.

She drifted back into the crowd near the exit, away from the Daimons, and away from Brenda before she endangered her by being close to her when the Daimons struck.

She cursed both their heights as she realized there was no way to hide. No way to keep the Daimons from seeing them even in this heavy crowd when she and Kat stood so tal against everyone else.

Kat stopped dead in her tracks as another tal , blond man cut off their escape.

Two seconds later, al hel broke loose on their side of the club as they both became aware that there were more than just three Daimons in the bar.

There were at least a dozen of them.

Kat shoved Cassandra toward the exit, then kicked the Daimon back, into a group of people who shouted and shrieked at the disturbance.

Cassandra opened her fan as another Daimon came for her with a hunting knife. She caught the blade between the slats and twisted it from his hands, then used the knife to stab the Daimon in the chest.

He disintegrated instantly.

“You’l pay for that, bitch,” one of the Daimons growled as he charged her.

Several men in the bar moved to help her, but the Daimons made quick work of them while other patrons headed for the exits.

Four Daimons surrounded Kat.

Cassandra tried to get to her to help fight them off, but couldn’t. One of the Daimons caught her bodyguard with a vicious blow that sent Kat flying into a nearby wal .

Kat hit it with a thud, then landed on the floor in a heap. Cassandra wanted to help her, but the best way to do that would be to get the Daimons out of the bar and away from her friend.

She turned to run, only to find two more Daimons standing directly behind her.

The col ision of their bodies distracted her enough so that one of the Daimons could wrench the fan and knife from her hand.

He put his arms around her to keep her from fal ing.

Tal , blond, and handsome, the Daimon held a rare sexual aura that pul ed anything female toward him. It was that essence that enabled them to prey effectively on humans.

“Going some place, princess?” he asked, taking her wrists in his hands and blocking her ability to fight for her weapon.

Cassandra tried to speak, but his deep, dark eyes held her completely captive. She felt his powers reaching into her mind, numbing her ability to flee.

The others joined him.

Stil , the one before her kept his hands on her wrists, his mesmerizing gaze on hers.

“Wel , wel ,” the tal est said as he dragged a cold finger down her cheek. “When I came out to feed tonight, the last thing I expected to find was our missing heiress.” She snapped her head away from his touch. “Kil ing me won’t free you,” she said. “It’s only a myth.” The one holding her turned her around to face his leader.