Dreams of a Dark Warrior (27 page)

him hard. He felt as if every inmate’s eyes were on him, but then they could likely perceive his turmoil.

Just as Lothaire had.

Time to face the facts, Dekko.
Regin might be tel ing the truth.

Lothaire had confirmed that reincarnates existed. Hel , Lothaire had specifical y said Declan was the

berserker Aidan.

If Declan could accept that he was a reincarnate, then what would stop him from accepting he was a

berserker? And vice versa?

Which would mean that some long-dead warlord was fighting to take over his already damaged mind.

And I’m ceding territory to him.

This would be the first time Declan had felt such a loss of power—and an impotent loss of wil —since

the night those things tied him down and fed from his flesh. …

Am I more a part of
their
world than I’ve ever feared?
He narrowed his eyes as he passed prisoners.

Are they all bloody lookin’ at me?

Going mad. Long time coming.

When he turned to stare one creature down, Declan caught a reflection of his eyes in the glass. Dear

God, were they glowing?

He knew how to fool psych evaluations, but how could he disguise a physical reaction like that?

And lying to Webb would prove much more difficult. He could almost see the disappointment and

disgust on the man’s aging face.

No, Declan couldn’t accept this, couldn’t simply surrender his entire existence.
Fight it all the way
down.

Which was why his footsteps were taking him to Regin. She was the key. Hadn’t she said he’d

remember al with their first kiss?

He was ready to test it out.
Fuck it
. To prove either him or her a liar at last.

Chase stood outside Regin’s cel with his eyes blazing, looking … shel -shocked.

For some reason, his soul ess, cold façade seemed to be cracking right before her eyes.

He opened the cel without the usual b.s. security protocols, then stormed inside. His hand shot out to

seize her upper arm, yanking her to her feet.

Though Regin didn’t resist as he cuffed her, Natalya snapped, “What the hel are you doing, Magister?”

She told Natalya in the old tongue, “This could be my last chance. Let it go.”

The fey backed away and answered in the same, “Good luck, Valkyrie.”

The cel door closed behind them. As Chase dragged her down the corridor, his grip on Regin’s arm

was like a vise.

“Chase, let up!”

“Silence.”
With another yank, he forced her along the ward to his quarters.

They passed Carrow’s cel . She was indeed absent, but there were three new inmates in addition to the

sorceress from before: two more Sorceri—Portia, the Queen of Stone, and Emberine, the Queen of

Flames. Both hard-core evil.

And then there was Ruby, the motherless little witch, imprisoned in this house of horrors. Had Chase

himself been the one who’d orphaned her?

The girl gazed up at Regin. Her green eyes were puffy from crying, but she put up her pointed chin and

defiantly wiped her nose on her sleeve.
Kid’s just like Carrow.

And if Chase got his way, Ruby would likely never leave this place. At the thought, Regin’s temper

redlined.

When they passed Brandr, he banged on the glass. “What are you doing with her, Aidan? Calm

yourself!”

Chase didn’t answer, only tightened his grip on her arm and hastened her past.

Brandr’s roar of frustration echoed down the ward.

Once they were inside Chase’s office, he clasped her around the waist and lifted her onto the back of

his couch. Standing before her, he gazed down at her face. “You wanted us to kiss, Valkyrie?”

Now?
He wasn’t the only one who could feel rage. It would take everything in her not to turn away in disgust. Could she control her temper for once?

“Answer me.”

Keep it cool, Regin. Smile and be flirty. Say nothing insulting.
But she couldn’t come up with anything else!

“Your lightning’s going off like mad.” His brows drew together. “And your eyes … stark silver. Why are

you shaking?”

She bit out, “Waiting. For. Your kiss.”

He exhaled with annoyance, dropping his hand.

“You’re not going to do it?”

“As soon as I’m confident you wil no’ bite, female.”

The Valkyrie folded in her lips, as if to stem her words.

Declan had never seen this furious and terse side of her. He found he didn’t like her quiet, had grown

accustomed to her informing him of what she was thinking at al times.

The idea that she wouldn’t be receptive to his attentions had never occurred to him. And he wasn’t

quite sure how to go about this. She wasn’t even the same species—
God preserve me
—and he hadn’t

kissed anyone in twenty years. “What the hel is wrong with you?”

At last she spoke, words spil ing out in a rush. “What’s wrong with me, Chase? Real y? What could

possibly be
right
with me? We had a deal. As long as I told you my tales, my friends weren’t to be tortured. Friends like Carrow.”

So that’s what this concerned?

“You knew I’d find out. You know the inmates talk!”

He didn’t bother denying it. “I have a daily transcript of everything uttered in the facility.”

“So you knew, but you just didn’t care. You don’t have to keep your word to a lowly creature like me?”

“She wasn’t tortured, Valkyrie. Not by me.”

“You forced her into a hel dimension—you don’t consider that torture?”

“Not in the strictest sense of the word.”

“Did you kil the little witch’s mother?”

He frowned. “Another got to the job before I could. I was on base when it happened.”

“My gods, you sound disappointed.”

“As you pointed out, my work here keeps me from my hunting.”

“I didn’t mean hunting witches!” she cried.

“They are treacherous and malicious beings.”

“With their enemies, maybe.” She was clearly grappling to check her anger, but her lightning continued

to fire. “And what about Thad? Just another broken promise?”

“He was scarcely touched.”

“He’s just a
kid
.” Her lips drew back from her smal fangs. “And how long wil it be before you poison me again? How long before you let Dixon cut me open like she’s been dying to do?”

Though he’d been keeping Regin’s exam off the log, he couldn’t stal it indefinitely.

The Valkyrie’s pique didn’t bode wel for his aims—but she’d seemed to relax when she’d talked of the

past. “I’ve kept you from being examined so far because of your tales. I believe I’m due for one.”

When she merely gaped at him, Declan decided to bargain with her. Trading concessions with the

vampire had proved simple enough. “You said you wanted two things from me. Tonight, I’m prepared to

offer you one, and possibly both. For a tale, I’l let you bathe.”

He thought he spied a calculating glimmer in her eyes. But then she smiled, and it vanished so

completely he thought he’d imagined it. “I
do
want a bath. And you
do
want to watch me take one.”

The most beautiful female he’d ever seen wanted to bathe in front of him. And he was just craven

enough to stride to the concealed panel of his room and say, “Then fol ow me.”

TWENTY-FOUR

S
o this is Declan Chase’s lair,” Regin murmured as she gazed around.
I got inside!
Somehow she’d conquered the worst of her temper, and now she’d been rewarded.

His quarters were similar to his office—devoid of personality, shadowy, and freakishly neat. The

interior had three levels, one with a king-size bed and a massive computer console, a second with a

kitchen and what looked like a weapons armory, and a third with a workout area. There were no windows.

Dark and creepy. With a forced smile, she said, “It suits you.”

He sat at the console, stil thrumming with tension. Something had happened today that had rattled the

hel out of him. But she didn’t give a damn what. She was here only to deliver one heaping order of

downfal . The man before her had proved himself irredeemable.

She sauntered over to join him—and found some of the most technological y advanced surveil ance

and computing systems she’d ever imagined.

Budget? Unlimited. Like congressional-spending unlimited.

“Wow, look at this setup. NASA cal ed. They want Houston back.”

What a reality check. Mortals actual y had power—they were organized, wel -funded, determined—and

they were going to use it to destroy Lorekind.

Chase was leaving her no choice but to strike against him.

She scooted over, about to hop up on the desk. Without taking his eyes off her face, he moved a neat

stack of papers, absently clearing the space for her.

She took it. “Do you watch me a lot on those high-def feeds?”

“On occasion.”

“Uh-huh. So now you can watch me in person. Live nude girls in your bath. Be a good magister and

unlock the cuffs, won’t you?” She gave him a heated look as she added, “Unless you think I can take

you?”

When he hesitated, she said, “You can either remove them or strip and bathe me yourself.

Gentleman’s choice.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as if he was picturing the latter option. But then he flicked two fingers at her.

“Turn around. And eyes forward.”

Eyes forward? She didn’t give him a chance to change his mind, quickly twisting to give him her back.

She heard him pul off a glove, so tempted to peek. What didn’t he want her to see?

Declan’s scarred hand looked monstrous next to her perfect, glowing skin. A timely reminder.

I will never let her see these scars.

Once he’d unlocked the cuffs and hastily dragged his glove back on, she hopped off the desk and

began exploring his quarters, just as she had his office. He merely observed as she investigated the

refrigerator, opened drawers and closets.

She tried to open the weapons locker and couldn’t. “What’s in here? Your personal arsenal?”

Precisely. But he said nothing. She grew bored with it soon enough and continued her exploration,

heading toward the bathroom.

From inside, she cal ed, “Taking you up on your bath offer! Tale to fol ow. I’l just yoink some shampoo

and soap.” Then she began running the water.

He strode inside in time to see her traipsing naked to the bath, that exquisite ass swishing, the ends of

her blond hair swaying just above the smal of her back.

He took a stutter step, hardening at once. Running a hand over his mouth, he turned and began to

pace outside the door.
Go watch her bathe. She’s naked but for her collar. In my keeping.
He

experienced a sharp masculine thril to have a female like that under his power.

“I don’t suppose you’l reconsider washing me?” she cal ed. “Maybe my back? Or my front?”

Though she was a forbidden immortal, he almost wished he could do both. He scowled down at his

gloved hands.

Steam began to waft from the bathroom. When sweat beaded his upper lip, he hated anew the layers

of clothes he was forced to wear. With a muffled curse, he entered the hazy room to find her reclining in

the tub, blanketed by a mound of bubbles. She raised one glowing leg in the air and smoothed her hands

down it.

He imagined fol owing her hands with his mouth. …

Most immortals weren’t shy about nudity, but she behaved as if they’d done this a hundred times.
A

man watching his woman in the bath.
Of course, in her mind, they
had
done this a hundred times.

With as much nonchalance as he could manage—considering he was hard as wood—he sat on a

bench by the wal . Enough distance between them.

She smiled at him. “Come join me.”

“No’ likely.” To have her slippery skin rubbing against his? Half of him shuddered with want, the other

half recoiling. He could only imagine her reaction to the sight of his scars.

Though Declan might not deserve to be, he was a proud man; he would never risk that humiliation.

“Your loss.” As she began leisurely washing her hair, the tips of her ears peeked out. Pointed ears.

Another example of how alien she was.

Yet now he was so far gone that he could admit he found them intensely attractive.

When she briefly ducked under the water to rinse her hair, the bubbles began dissipating, almost

revealing her breasts. Would they match what he’d seen of her in his dreams?

He distrusted this female, had the urge to throttle her at times, might even hate her.
And still I’ve got to
see her breasts—