The Dark-Hunters (574 page)

“Please don’t. One minute it was scalding. The next freezing.”

She scowled as she saw the dragon tattoo back on his forearm—where it’d been originally. “Is that like some sort of temporary thing you do to screw with people’s heads? I swear it keeps moving to different parts of your body.”

Before he could answer, her phone rang. Tory groaned at the sound. “You know, between the two of us, we can’t have a minute’s peace from these stupid phones.” She picked up the phone, surprised to find Bruce there. “Hey, sweetie. Did you get the journal for me?”

“No. Someone killed Dimitri last night and ransacked his place. They must have taken the book.”

Staggering back at the unexpected news, Tory dropped the phone as horror and grief enveloped her.

Ash barely caught Tory before she fell to the floor, sobbing. “Breathe,” he whispered.

But she didn’t appear to hear him as she kept saying, “No, no, no,” in a low tone.

He picked up the phone from the floor. “Hello?”

“Where’s Tory?” a man demanded.

Ash looked at her. She’d gathered her legs to her chest and was sobbing against them while she covered her head with her arm. “She’s really upset. What happened?”

“One of our friends was killed last night.”

Ash ground his teeth as he remembered the horror of Dimitri’s final hours—no one deserved that. “Okay. I’ll have her call you back when she calms down.” He hung up the phone and pulled her against him.

Tory buried her face against his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck in a stranglehold that somehow didn’t manage to hurt him. “How can he be dead? Why?”

He held her close. “I don’t know, Tory. Shit happens to the best of us.”

“No. Not over a fucking book.” Her language shocked him and let him know exactly how upset she was. “Please, Acheron, tell me a book isn’t worth a man’s life.” She launched herself from the floor and grabbed the phone.

“What are you doing?”

Lifting her glasses up, she wiped at her eyes as her cheeks flushed red with anger. “I’m calling everyone on my team and telling them to hide immediately. I won’t have another person hurt. I won’t!”

He didn’t try to stop her as he rose to his feet. Instead, he attempted to sense something about this with his powers. It was so frustrating to have no insight or clues about what was going on. He hadn’t felt this vulnerable since the day he’d died.

After calling everyone she could think of, Tory hung up and sighed. “Everyone else is accounted for and safe. Let’s hope they stay that way.” Sniffing, she pulled her glasses off and used her shirttail to wipe the lenses. Ash admired the way she’d pulled herself together.

She put her glasses back on and pierced him with an angry, hurt look. “What do you think is in that book that makes it so important?”

“The end of the world.”

She scoffed at him. “Be serious.”

“What if I was?” he asked, wanting to feel her out and see what she’d do if she had the truth. “What if there was something in that book totally apocalyptic?”

She didn’t hesitate with her answer. “Then it would have to be destroyed.”

“Even if it contained proof of Atlantis?”

She pushed her glasses up with the back of her hand. “Well, since we’re being hypothetical, yes. Proof of Atlantis wouldn’t be worth the destruction of the world. I mean, really, what good would it do to save my father’s reputation when there’s no one left who cares?”

He smiled at her indignation. “You think quickly on your feet.”

“So they tell me.” Tory paused and closed her eyes. “I can’t believe Dimitri. God, I hope he didn’t suffer.”

Ash didn’t comment. He didn’t want to lie to her and the truth …

Sucked.

Instead, he tried to get her mind off it. “What do you normally do on a Saturday?”

She sighed as she put away her dishtowel. It was obvious she was still torn up over Dimitri, but trying to be brave. “Depends on the Saturday. Here, lately, I’ve been skydiving, but my pilot canceled day before yesterday due to illness. So I was planning on grading papers and watching bad movies. What about you? Other than stomping a young boy’s ego first thing in the morning, what do you do?”

Smiling at the mock sarcasm in her voice, he pulled a pocket watch out of his jeans. “In about two hours, you’ll know.”

“What’s in two hours?”

“Basketball game.”

She made a sound of supreme disgust. “Oh, no. I don’t do spectator sports. They bore me to tears.”

Ash tsked at her. In this one thing, he was the mighty mountain who wouldn’t be moved. He’d made a promise and he was going to be there no matter what. “You might as well reconcile yourself to the fact that you will be sitting on the bench today since I can’t leave you here alone.”

She actually hissed at him like a cat. “Dream on, buddy. Not going to happen.”

“Yes, it will.”

“No,” she said firmly. “It won’t.”

Tory couldn’t believe his obstinacy. Why was he being so unreasonable? What difference would it make if he missed a stupid game with his friends?

But the more she protested, the more he ignored her. They literally fought over it up until Ash came downstairs wearing a black and white polyester referee shirt. He even had on basketball shoes instead of his requisite boots.

The sight of him dressed like that stunned her until the ludicrousness of it struck her.

It was all she could do not to laugh at the sight he made with his long red and black hair pulled back in a ponytail and nose ring … not a stud. A small silver hoop to match the two he now wore in his left earlobe. “They let you referee, huh?”

“No one argues with my calls.”

“I’ll bet.”

He shrugged his coat on and picked up the backpack of death. “You want to ride with me over to the game?”

His offer surprised her since she hadn’t seen him do anything other than walk or ride with her. “You have your car?”

Ash smiled. “Motorcycle. I brought it over last night when I went to get my clothes.” It was a small lie. He’d actually manifested it this morning when he’d decided he wanted to ride for a bit and he was hoping she wouldn’t balk over it.

“I don’t have a helmet.”

He pulled a black one out of the backpack. “You do now. What do you say? You up for some adventure?”

Tory wrinkled her nose at the helmet and folded her arms over her chest. She would love to join him, but she wasn’t stupid either. “I have no gear to wear and the last thing I want to be is SQUID.”

He laughed at her use of a biker’s term to describe anyone dumb enough to ride without the proper safety gear on.

He pulled a worn, black Stitch Brazilian leather jacket out of his backpack. The shoulders, elbows and waist of it were heavily stitched and the armor in it extremely lightweight, but it was the dark gray skull and crossbones on the back with a gold Hayabusa symbol over it that made her laugh. “You have a thing for skulls, don’t you?”

“They’re all right.”

His attention to detail was admirable and the truth was, she hadn’t been on a bike since the summer.

“You game?” he asked.

She took the jacket and shrugged it on. As she did so, the scent of leather and Acheron struck her hard. He must have worn this jacket a lot. Completely broken in, it felt warm and soft as she tightened it up with laces and Velcro. It fit her surprisingly well. It was also extremely expensive. She wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t paid at least a grand for it given the way it was made.

What on earth did he do for a living that he could afford toys like this? And just how did he fit everything in that Mary Poppins backpack of his?

Grateful that it was obviously bigger than it looked, she took the helmet from him and smiled. “Lead the way.”

Ash’s throat went dry at the sight of her in his favorite riding jacket. It looked alien and adorable on her. Definitely not her usual style and at the same time it made him feel as if she’d somehow claimed him by wearing his clothes. She reminded him of a kid in her big brother’s jacket as she pushed her glasses up on her nose, then braided her hair to fall down her back so that the wind wouldn’t tangle it. He waited for her to put her boots on before she was ready to leave.

Damn, the woman was strangely beautiful. Those brown eyes seared his soul and made him hard every time she met his gaze. And if he didn’t get her out of this house soon, he was going to scoop her up in his arms, take her upstairs to her bed and show her exactly where his true talents lay …

Pushing that thought away before it got him into trouble, he took her down to the street where his sleek black and gold motorcycle gleamed in the sunlight. It looked like a nasty predator that tore up the road and made him feel a freedom he only had when he dreamed. There was nothing he loved more than climbing on the back of it and flying down the interstate like a bullet.

On that bike, his soul felt free and no matter how bad he felt, it made everything okay.

“What in the world is that?” she asked as she cocked her head to look it over.

“Custom-built Hayabusa-Turbo,” he said as he pulled his helmet off the handlebars and put it on over his head.

Tory hesitated as she realized that the bike had been built for only one rider. But truthfully, the thing was gorgeous. “I don’t think we’re both going to fit.”

“Sure we will.” He flipped the tail of it up to show her the customized passenger seat before he secured his backpack over the gas tank with custom-made clips to hold it into place. Then he straddled the bike with an undeniable male grace that said he was more at home here than anywhere else she’d ever seen him. He closed the shield on his helmet and pulled a key out of his pocket. Then he secured his long coat around him.

Oh, good grief, there was something innately masculine about him on that motorcycle. Commanding. Fierce.

Most of all, he was hotter than hell and made her want to strip him naked and throw him down on her lawn in front of God and everyone as she made love to him until they were both begging for mercy.

“Hop on,
koukla.
”

Her heart warmed at the Greek endearment that meant doll. Tory was a little more hesitant than normal as she approached the huge bike that had been built for obvious speed. She slung her leg over and wrapped her arms around his lean waist as he started it.

Oh, yeah, baby. She could stay like this for eternity. Snuggled up against his hot body as the clean scent of him filled her nostrils … surely there was nothing better to be found.

“Hold tight.” His voice came through an intercom in her helmet.

She did and he squealed out, into the street. Her heart sped up at the way he rode as if hellbent for Lucifer. But honestly, she loved it. There were two truths about her—things could never be old enough to please her and nothing could ever go fast enough to scare her. She loved history and she loved speed.

“You do this a lot?” she asked.

“Every chance I get. I live to ride.”

Wow, he’d actually admitted to something. That was a first. Maybe she should mark the date to remember it by. But that thought left her as he flew over a bump that made them airborne for a minute.

She whooped and laughed at the feeling.

Ash smiled at the sound of her laughter in his ears. He’d been afraid at first that doing that would scare her. But as Pam had noted, she was fearless, and it softened his heart for her even more.

So did the sensation of her arms wrapped around him as she leaned against his back. Now if she’d only drop one of those hands a few inches down to the sudden bulge he had for her, he’d be open for business. Unfortunately, he wasn’t that lucky.

He growled at the thought and urged the bike faster.

Tory didn’t say anything else as they sped over to Kenner, to a grade-school gym in what had to be record time—thank God she didn’t have to pay his insurance bill if he went this fast all the time. She couldn’t even begin to fathom the number of tickets he must have collected—it was a wonder the man still had a license.

“What are we doing here?” she asked as he put the side stand down.

“Game.” He held the bike upright as she climbed off. He grabbed his sunglasses out of his backpack before he removed his helmet.

Tory didn’t miss the fact that he kept his eyes closed while he exchanged the helmet for the sunglasses. For some reason she couldn’t name, it bothered her that he was so self-conscious over his eyes. And yet at the same time, that one vulnerable self-doubt made him seem more human and actually adorable. How could a man so gorgeous and confident be that shy over something she found extremely seductive?

Tossing his backpack over one shoulder, he carried his helmet under his arm as he led her through a back door into the gym where a group of small boys were practicing. The kids had to be between seven and nine in age.

Tory’s heart melted at the sight of them. Oh, they were so cute and as they saw Ash, they came running to high-five him—only he had to stoop over to accommodate their heights. She knew he was tall, but right then, he really looked like a giant. They surrounded him as they all chattered and vied for his attention.

Ash laughed. “All right, guys, you need to practice while you can. I don’t want to see any traveling today or fouls. Got it?”

They nodded and shouted before they went back to their ends of the court.

Tory shook her head as she closed the distance between them. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

He frowned. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

She gestured toward the kids. “I’m truly amazed. This is the last thing I would have ever imagined you doing on a Saturday afternoon.”

“Ash is one of the best refs we got. He’s always fair and the kids love him.”

Tory turned to see an average-height, older African-American man with graying hair and a well-groomed mustache.

Ash held his hand out to him and smiled. “Hey, Perry, how’s it going?”

Perry shook his hand and patted him on the arm. “Glad you could make it. We had two refs call in sick and was afraid we’d have to cancel the games. I really appreciate you and your friend helping us out.”

“Anytime. You know how much I love watching the kids dribble.”