The Dark-Hunters (726 page)

Let no one know who or what you are.

Take care of carnal needs when you have to so that you can stay focused, but never take a lover or a significant other. They will distract you and weaken you. Most of all, they become a target to be used against you.

Ash’s rules. They all knew them and as she looked at Dev, she wished she’d listened.

Because right now, she didn’t want to leave. She wanted to snuggle. Most of all, she wanted to wrap her body around his and make love to him until neither of them could walk straight.

But she had to get him out of harm’s way before it was too late.

“Why don’t you head back to Sanctuary?”

He looked at her with a fierce scowl. “Why?”

Because I don’t want to see you hurt. It would destroy me.
“I was just thinking they might need you there. The Daimons might come back for retaliation against your family.”

Grinning, he scoffed at her dire tone. “I think my family can handle it.”

“I don’t know. Aren’t Were-Hunters supposed to be extra special nubby treats for them?”

“When they can get us, yeah. But the problem is we have the same powers they do so getting one of us isn’t easy. We bite back and we have clans who tend to attack en masse whenever they dare attack one of us. As a rule, they leave us alone.” He moved to the window to make sure their was no smidgeon of daylight escaping.

He would have to make this difficult.

Don’t make me hurt you, Dev.
The last thing she wanted was to stomp on the one person who had finally made her feel alive again. It took every part of her sanity not to walk into his arms and hold him.

Her mind flashed to the sight of Ioel going down. The sound of him calling out to her to run.

I can’t let you die, Dev.

But she didn’t want to live without him.

“I really wish you’d go home.”

He turned sharply and the look of hurt on his face cut her soul deep. Maybe that was her punishment for having made her bargain with Artemis. Hate had brought her back, and now she had found something more sustaining than that and couldn’t have it because she’d been reborn from that hatred.

The gods were twisted that way.

Let him go.

“What are you saying, Sam?”

“I’m saying what I’m saying. I want you to go home now.” When he started to argue, she knew she had to come up with something stronger to get him out of the line of fire. Something that would offend him and make him go even though neither of them wanted that.

Gods help me.…

She choked on the words that stung her throat and her heart, but forced herself to say it. For his sake. “Look, I’m not used to having people hang all over me and it’s starting to get on my nerves. I need my space.”

The look on his face shredded her and it almost succeeded in making her cry, but she was stronger than that. She was an Amazon and they didn’t weep, no matter the pain.

Dev clenched his teeth over her unexpected verbal bitch-slap. It left him reeling. What the hell was her problem? What had he done other than risk his life to take care of her?

He cramped her space? Oh yeah, that pissed him off to a level he hadn’t hit in awhile.

“I didn’t realize I was getting on your nerves. Forgive me for trying to help.” He walked over to her and had to bite back a resounding setdown. But he wouldn’t be that way.

Not with her. He refused to kick her with the same gut-punch she’d just delivered to him.

“Fine.” He took a step away from her. “I’m not one to stay where I’m not wanted. Have a nice life. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”

Sam didn’t move until he’d vanished. Then the sudden absence of his presence tore through her. It was like someone had ripped out her heart and left her vacant. The room seemed to shrink down to nothing and yet at the same time it left a hole in her life so large, it swallowed her whole.

Her eyes watered as tears gathered in her throat to choke her. “I’m so sorry, Dev.” But he’d never hear that apology. Not now. Not after she’d effectively cut him off at his kneecaps and left his ego throbbing.

She tried to tell herself that it was for the best. That she was doing this to save him.

None of that mattered to her heart. It ached and it begged her to call him back. “I can’t.” He was gone and she had to leave it that way.

Even if it killed her.

*   *   *

Thorn didn’t move as he felt a powerful presence behind him. Normally he’d be blasting anyone who dared to intrude on his sanctum.

But to do that to Savitar would be tantamount to suicide.

Well, not really.

It would, however, result in one seriously bloody battle that, while it would alleviate his boredom for a bit, would ruin his favorite suit.

“What could have possibly gotten you off the beach and brought you to my dark domain?” He turned his head to see Savitar standing behind him.

Dressed in white cargo pants and an open Hawaiian shirt, Savitar looked like any surfer right off the beach. Right down to his Birkenstock sandals, dark wind-tossed hair, and opaque sunglasses.

Thorn arched a brow as he saw Shara frozen mid-movement behind Savitar.

“You’re tampering with my Were-Hunters again. You know how I feel about that.”

Thorn scoffed at the ire in his tone. “Didn’t realize you owned them. Not sure they’ve realized it either.”

Savitar gave him a droll stare as he moved forward to stand in front of him. “You’re lucky I didn’t fight you when you grabbed Fang without my permission, but Dev … I want you to stay away from him.”

“Why? This town not big enough for the two of us?”

A muscle ticced in Savitar’s jaw. “Don’t push me, Thorn. Don’t forget that I know why you did what you did for Dev and Sam. Unlike them, I know you’re not the asshole you pretend to be.”

“There you’d be wrong, beach bum. I assure you. Every day I live is a study in how not to give in to the powers that beckon me … like you. We’re creatures of destruction.”

“Then you should remember that. Leave Dev alone.”

“And I repeat … why?”

Savitar gave an evil laugh.

Chapter Eighteen

“What are you doing here?”

Dev paused as he met Remi in the living room of Peltier House. In deference to the Dark-Hunters and other nocturnal creatures who visited them from time to time, this was the one room in the house where sunshine was allowed to flood in.

It had been their mother’s favorite room and one Dev had spent many hours in, playing with his nieces and nephews.

Today, however, he didn’t see the beauty of the room or his mother’s impeccable decorating taste. Today, it was gloomy even with the sun shining bright.

And Remi’s tone chafed him like a knife down his spine. “What? I can’t come home?”

“Don’t bark at me, asshole. I just thought you’d become the internal kidney for your new honey and since she’s not here…”

“She’s not my honey.” Dev started for the stairs, but Remi stopped him.

For once there was actual concern in Remi’s eyes. “What’s wrong,
mon frère?
Really?”

That succeeded in making him feel like a jerk. It was easier to take Remi’s eternal barbs than to deal with his brotherly affection.

That alone weakened him.

“Nothing, Rem. I’m just tired.”

He saw the doubt in Remi’s eyes. “If you say so.”

Dev took a step, then paused as Sam’s words about his surliest brother went through him. It was so incongruous with everything he knew about Remi and yet curiosity sank its evil claws into him so that he had to have an answer. “Do you really listen to the Indigo Girls and watch
Just Like Heaven?
”

Remi’s face blanched. “What are you talking about?”

Dev would have burst out laughing, but the sheer shock of having Remi confirm Sam’s absurdity kept him from doing it. Dear gods, it was true. His brother had a whole tender side he’d never have guessed at.

Remi probably even cried while watching
Bambi.…

Damn. What was next? Dobermans nursing kittens? The whole concept messed with his entire view of the natural world order. It was so screwed up.…

“Nothing. It was just a little bird I heard in my ear.”

Remi curled his lip and his eyes blazed with murder. “Yeah, well, you know me better than that. I watch gory horror movies and I listen to death metal.”

And he listened to Amy Ray and Emily Sailors. The thought was hilarious because his brother denied it. Honestly, he liked them too. But he’d never admit it either.

Dev bit back a smile as he headed upstairs to his room. But the moment he opened the door and his gaze fell to the rumpled bed, his amusement died under a bitter reminder of Sam making love to him. Every sense he possessed was suddenly filled with memories of her and it slammed into him like a fist in his bread box.

How could she have come to be so important to him when they’d only just met?

And yet he couldn’t deny the pain he felt over not being with her.

I loved your father the first moment I laid eyes on him. I couldn’t believe that one so precious was cut from the blood and bone of my enemies and yet … he was the only one I could ever see myself with and I’m grateful that the Fates saw it the same way I did. I would be lost and bereft without him.

That was the only conversation he’d had with his mother about mating. His parents had been one of the rare Were-Hunter couples who’d been mated the first time they’d had sex.

For the rest of them it could take dozens of encounters.

Or never.

He looked down at his bare palm. When he’d been younger, full of stupid dreams, he’d tried to imagine what his mating symbol would look like. While clan symbols were similar for the species, each one was unique to the couple. And as a kid, he’d actually painted one on just to see.

As a man, he’d been grateful that no one had marked him. While it was a bonding of two people, it also came with a heavy commitment. One they could never back out of.

He closed his fist tight.
I don’t need a mate.
He was happier alone.

But as he thought of Sam, he knew that for an absolute lie. He would be happiest with her.

And she had no use for him at all.

*   *   *

Urian was supposed to meet his source at Sanctuary so that he could gather more information about Stryker’s plan for Acheron. He and Davyn had always tried to pick spots where there was no chance of any of Stryker’s people seeing them together. If Stryker ever learned that Urian still talked to his old friend, he’d kill Davyn immediately.

And it wouldn’t be quick.

He rubbed his neck where his father had cut his throat in a fit of rage over the fact that Urian had dared try to be happy for five seconds. The bitter memory of that night was never far from the surface and it was carved in blood on his heart. He’d worshiped his father his entire life—had committed all manner of atrocities to please him.

And for what?

So the bastard could kill Urian’s wife and then cut his throat the first time he displeased him?

One day I will have my vengeance.

If it was the last thing he did, he would kill Stryker for what he’d taken from him.

“C’mon, Davyn, have something good for me.” Urian went over to the bar to order a beer while he waited.

Colt handed it off to him. Without a word, Urian drifted around the game area.

He checked his watch. Davyn was late. Something highly unusual for him.

Had Stryker found out? The mere thought made his blood run cold.

Suddenly, a familiar tingle went down his spine alerting him that there was a Daimon on the premises. Urian scanned the semicrowded bar, looking for his friend.

He saw a flash of white blond hair in the far corner and headed for it.

It wasn’t until he was within sight that he realized it wasn’t Davyn. This was a woman and when she turned toward him, he felt like someone had sucker-punched him.

No, it couldn’t …

It wasn’t possible.

“Tannis?”

The woman frowned at him as if the name and his face meant nothing to her.

But to him that name had meant everything.

Time froze as he was taken back to the day his little sister had died. Unlike him and his brothers, she’d been too gentle and kind to take a human life in order to live. And so she’d withered away into dust on her twenty-seventh birthday. The pain of her decay had caused her to scream until her throat had bled. And still she’d had no peace. No mercy. It had been the most agonizing death imaginable.

One given to her by her own grandfather’s curse.

After they’d scooped up her remains and buried them, they never spoke her name out loud again.

But Urian remembered. How could he ever forget the little girl he’d protected and championed? The one he would have killed to protect.

Before Apollo had cursed them, they’d called her Diana to honor their great-aunt Artemis. And then after his grandfather had cursed their race, Stryker had refused to ever call her Diana again. He’d wanted no reminders of his Olympian family who had betrayed them all. Especially since Artemis was the one who’d created the Dark-Hunters to hunt and kill them.

Diana had been more than happy to change her name.

But this wasn’t Tannis.

She’s dead.
He’d seen her decay into dust with his own eyes. Yet this woman was a complete physical copy of her, except for the way she moved. While Tannis had been hesitant and dainty, this woman was sure and determined. Fluid. She moved like a warrior ready to kill.

Before he could think better of it, he closed the distance between them.

Medea turned as a shadow fell over her. Expecting it to be her informant, she was stunned when she looked into the face of her father.

But this man was different. Instead of her father’s short dyed black hair, his was long and snow white, pulled back into a ponytail. He was also a hair taller than her father. Not obvious at first, yet undeniable as he came closer.