The Dark-Hunters (723 page)

And while the manticores had the bodies of lions, they all had the head of a human, which made them some of the deadliest of Greek monsters because they weren’t mindless animals. They could think and deceive and use their voices to mimic others.

Most of all, they could kill up to five hundred feet away. It was why so few people ever saw them. By the time you looked one eye to eye, death was already rattling in your chest.

True to his Spartan nature, Ethon laughed. “We should feel flattered that the gods sent these after us.”

Dev passed him a sneer that said he thought Ethon had been inhaling fumes. “Flattered?”

“Yeah. It means we’re bad-ass even to the gods.” He pulled out a handful of shurikens. “C’mon, you bastards! Let’s dance.” He dodged out from behind the rocks to throw them.

Sam ignored him while she studied the arrow in Dev’s shoulder.

“I’ve got it,” Scorpio said, coming to tend the wound.

Dev hissed as Scorpio touched the arrow that was buried deep while Ethon fell back against a rock that shielded him, laughing in triumph.

Dev looked from Ethon to Sam. “Please tell me his brother had better sense.”

“Not really.” She laughed. “He just wasn’t as enthusiastic about his stupidity.”

Ethon tsked. “Ah, Sam, that hurt my feelings.”

She gave him a droll stare. “What are you talking about, E? You don’t have any feelings.”

“Oh yeah. I forgot. But if I did, they’d be aching right now.”

And still the manticores came closer.

“How do we defeat these things?” The words had barely left Fang’s mouth before the ground rumbled again.

With one clean, powerful yank, Scorpio pulled the arrow out of Dev’s shoulder and used his powers to heal the wound. “I’m growing bored with this ground trying to swallow us every few minutes.”

The ground must have heard him. Because this time, it didn’t open below their feet. It rose up like mountains, trying to spear them.

“Head north.” Fang returned to his wolf form.

They ran forward, but it was hard. The earth acted like a dirt geyser, spraying them with rocks and soil. Fang yelped as one foul spewage threw him into the air. He landed a few feet away on his side. Panting, he made no move to get back up.

Dev ran to him. The ground started rising. Tucking Fang under his arm, he pulled him to a safe area.

“Thanks, Scorp.” Ethon curled his lip. “Next time, could you wish for us to be attacked by cotton puffs or something?”

The ground heaved one more time, throwing all of them into the air before it calmed again.

After slamming down hard, Dev lay on his back, panting. Fang was a few feet away. Groaning with a pain they all felt, Scorpio pushed himself up and went to Fang to examine his left leg, which had been injured.

Sam was ill over everything that had happened.

Because of her.

She walked slowly to Dev and sank down beside him. “I’m so sorry I got you into this.”

“Oh, please.” He sat up with a light groan. “It’s risk my life here or pick my nose at the door, waiting for some dumbass human to think he can punch Remi or pinch Aimee on the ass. Don’t apologize. I haven’t had this much fun in centuries.”

Sam laughed even though she thought he was insane. “You are so not right.”

Dev smiled at her, wishing he could brush the curls back from her beautiful face. “True, very true.” Only an idiot would fall in love with an Amazon Dark-Hunter.

Dev was startled by that random thought. At first it terrified him until he realized just how true it was.

He loved her.

It defied all logic. It made no sense. And yet it was absolutely true. All he wanted was to protect her. To keep her from harm and make sure nothing in the world ever hurt her again.

No wonder Remi’s insane.

For the first time in his life, he fully understood his brother and why Remi was so angry at the world. Only Remi had it worse. While Dev would have to be man enough to watch Sam go her own way and leave him, he wouldn’t have to see her mated to his own identical brother. See her every day of his life and know that but for a freak accident of mistaken identity, she would have been his.

The worst part?

Quinn didn’t love Becca. They were friends and mates, and they took care of each other and their children, but nothing more. There was no passion between them. None of what Dev felt for Sam whenever he looked at her.

What a sick twist of fate that had been.

Too young to know the differences between them, Becca had waylaid Quinn, thinking he was Remi. In Quinn’s defense, he had no idea Remi loved her—Remi never shared things like that. All Quinn had seen was a warm body pawing at him and he’d done what most men would do when a woman showed up naked in their bed. He’d slept with her. Within the hour and just after Becca had realized her mistake, their mating marks had come in and Remi had been forced to step back and watch his brother claim the woman he’d fallen in love with first. The woman who loved him with everything she had, who’d been trying to mate with him and not his identical brother.

Remi had never emotionally recovered from that tragedy.

And while Dev had thought he understood Remi’s pain, it was only now he really got it. The strength of Remi’s character was unfathomable. To have stayed with the family and witnessed their relationship all these years. To have never once cheated on his brother with the woman he loved …

That was what real love was. The ability to put someone else’s happiness above your own no matter how much it killed you to do so.

It was the sacrifice his mother had made. She’d died to keep Aimee from losing her mate.

Remi made that sacrifice every day. While a Were-Hunter male could never cheat on his mate, women could. It would have taken nothing for Remi to cuckold Quinn. And Dev knew for a fact Remi never had. As big of a bastard as his brother could be, Remi had honor, and he loved his family even though he still wanted to break Quinn into pieces.

How do you do it?
How could Remi have walked away and not killed Quinn? Because right now the thought of not having Sam was more than he could bear.

All he wanted to do was kiss her, even though they were one step away from death.

“Incoming!”

Dev looked up as a pack of manticores launched out of nowhere to land all around them.

The men pushed themselves up, then put their backs to each other as the manticores circled them while barking and hissing.

“Why aren’t they attacking?” Fang asked.

Ethon shook his head. “It’s like they’re herding us for something.”

Yeah, but what?

Sam moved to hover by Dev’s side. The manticores flicked their tails as they eyed them warily. She swallowed as she watched the arrows swim up their tails. The arrowhead would peek out of the ball of fur on the tip and then slide back down only to head back to the tip as if waiting to be flung at a target.

With the faces of men and women, they were creepy-looking.

“You should not be here,” one of the females snarled.

“We’ll be happy to leave.” Ethon flashed a grin at her. “Just let us pass.”

The female hissed at him.

Dev inched closer to the manticores until they turned on him. He stepped back and they retreated. “What do you want with us?”

“They want nothing with you.”

Sam looked up to see a beautiful woman in the leather and gold armor of the Amazon nation. Her flaming red hair glowed in the overexposed light. Her hair was braided and held back from her face by a feathered leather headband. Matching feathers made up the white and brown mantle she wore over her armor as she eyed them with a warrior’s gleam.

This was Aello. There was no doubt she was the girdle’s protector.

“Why do you come here?” Aello demanded.

Ethon held his hands up. “The scenery. My God, have you ever? I mean, really. I had a choice. Spend a day in Rio or come to the back door of hell. What can I say? Hell won out.”

Aello angled her spear at his throat. “Are you mocking me?”

Sam used her powers to push the spear away. “Don’t take it personally. He mocks everyone.”

That brought Aello’s stare firmly to rest on Sam. Her green eyes glowed in the strange light. “I know you.”

“No. You died before I was born. I’m the granddaughter of Hippolyte and I’m told I favor her.”

Suspicion hung heavy in her eyes as she measured Sam from the top of her head to the tip of her feet. “You want the girdle.” It was a statement, not a question.

Sam nodded. “It belongs to me. It’s part of my inheritance.”

“And are you Amazon?”

She lifted her chin in pride and indignation that Aello would dare to question her heritage. “I was queen.”

Aello lowered her spear. “Then you know nothing in our tribe is ever freely given. You must earn the right to wear your grandmother’s girdle.”

Ethon scoffed. “Couldn’t we just buy a Playtex?”

“Silence!” Aello jerked the spear and would have beheaded him had he not ducked.

Ethon grabbed the lance and jerked it from her hands. “I’m not—”

Before he could finish, the spear turned on him and beat him down without anyone touching it. It swept his feet out from under him and once he was on his back, it kept slapping the ground on each side of him until he stopped moving. Then it hovered threateningly right above his neck.

Aello called the spear back to her. With a feral grimace at Ethon, she returned her attention to Sam. “Do you accept my challenge?”

Like she had any choice? “I do indeed, but I have no corporeal form, which puts me at a disadvantage.” Something no self-respecting Amazon would accept. There was no dignity in winning over a lesser opponent. Only in defeating the absolute best.

Aello grabbed her and jerked her forward.

Sam’s breath caught as she was transformed back into her body. Not just that, but she no longer wore a T-shirt and jeans. She was now in her warrior’s battle armor.

She’d forgotten how heavy it was. Still, it was a good weight. A familiar weight. And it came complete with all of her weapons.

Oh yeah … with this she could do damage.

Bring those mutant lions forward now and she’d show them the business end of her toys.

Aello nodded in approval. “Now you look like what you claim.”

The armor invigorated her as it reminded her exactly who and what she was. “I
am
what I claim.”

“We shall see.”

The manticores pushed the men back as Aello moved forward to pull Sam away from them. “The test is simple.” She gestured toward the water.

The dark boiling waves receded. From the sand a pedestal arose. On top of it, in a glass case that held a nest of cobras, was Hippolyte’s shimmering gold girdle.

Aello’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “You race me to the girdle. She who dons it, owns it.”

“And if I lose?”

Aello didn’t hesitate with her answer. “You all die.”

The manticores laughed happily.

Sam looked at Dev and she saw the concern in his beautiful blue eyes for her. She had no choice in this. If she refused the challenge, Aello would still kill her.

And them.

She met Aello’s gaze without flinching and delivered the code of their people. “I am the steel and the hammer that forged a nation never defeated. My arm is without equal and my judgment pure. My heart is fierce and this challenge is met. I will not be defeated. Not by you. Not by anyone. I am Amazonia.”

Aello smirked at her. “Spoken like a true queen. But let’s see if your skills match your tongue.”

Sam gripped her spear with her right hand and her bow with her left. And as Aello sprang forward into the obstacle course without notice, she remembered something crucial about her people.

Amazons always cheated.

Chapter Sixteen

Dev held his breath as he watched Sam run to catch up to Aello. He’d known Sam was a fierce fighter, but this was without a doubt the most impressive display of skill he’d ever seen from anyone.

The first test was an open pit that had arrows shooting up from it in random spurts that had no pattern whatsoever. Aello hit it at a dead run. She launched herself into the air and flew to the other side as several of the arrows grazed her, but none did any real damage.

Safely across, she brushed at the bloody patches on her skin and kept going.

Sam took a second to put her bow over her head and shoulders so that it lay diagonally across her back. Tossing her spear to the other side where it embedded itself in the soil, she ran up a side bank and, jumping up, backflipped over to catch four of the arrows that the pit shot out before she landed on the far edge, facing him, right beside her spear. In one fell swoop, she winked at him, put her gathered arrows into the empty quiver on her back, and yanked her spear out of the ground. With a grace that the gods would envy, she turned and ran for the next obstacle.

“Damn,” Fang breathed in awe.

Dev beamed as a wave of fierce possessive desire tore through him. “That’s my girl.”

Ethon scoffed at both of them. “Trust me. You ain’t seen shit she can do. That was child’s play.” Something she proved well at the next challenge. There, they had to launch themselves up from a small springboard made of moss to land on single poles jutting out of the ground that were barely as big around as their feet. In fact, they had to stand on their tiptoes to fit. The only problem was the poles weren’t stable and the moment their weight hit the tip, they wobbled, requiring superb balance to keep them from slamming down and crashing into sharp rocks lining the ground.

If that wasn’t difficult enough, Aello attacked her as soon as she was on one, using her spear as a staff. With her own staff in hand, Sam countered the rapid blows that came so fast, Dev heard them more than he saw them. Sam shoved Aello back, then moved to jab her with the tip of her spear.

Aello danced to the next pole and renewed her assault.

Sam followed and the two of them created a frightening ballet of lethal skill as they moved down the line while fighting like juggernauts.

Dev’s heart pounded as he feared for her. One sneeze … one subtle miscalculation and she would slam onto the rocks below and be killed.