Adam (21 page)

“Oh, children,” she cooed down to the Vampires below. “Mother has a game for you to play!”

Beneath her they began to stir. They were easily bored and could be contentious, but really all they required was constant entertainment and sources of continuing power. Some of them had taken to spellcasting; others, like Nico, preferred to hunt for blood and power. Nico’s endgame had always been to dethrone Damien. He really was quite obsessed. And that was fine with Ruth. He could rule the Vampires and she the Demons. Together they would be quite a force to contend with, and they could easily bring the other Nightwalkers to heel.

“What is it?” Isis asked eagerly, her fangs protruding in long, curving readiness. “I want to play!”

“Yes. What game have you for us tonight?”

“And where is Nico?” Benjamin queried. The Vampires were always best handled by Nicodemous, respecting his power more often than they would hers. But then again, they had yet to push her into proving just how deadly she could be.

“He is resting. He will be about later. But for now, there is to be a hunt.”

She turned to grab hold of a sheet of silk that had been thrown over the loft railing for color, and then she shook it out over the rail and the expanse of the room below. As it billowed and curved, an image formed in its center. The image of a woman.

“This, my darlings, is a Druid. They come in all flavors, all kinds of powers. She will make a tasty treat for you, and will give you new and delightful abilities. The only thing you need to do is get past this Demon.” The image changed to reveal the dark-haired male Demon in question.

“And what is his power?”

“Do not worry,” she assured them. “I am starting you off easy. Kane is a Mind Demon, but he is young and weak. The most he can do is teleport away from you. But keep him separated at all times from his mate and he will not be able to take her with him. At his age, he must be in physical contact to do so.”

“And what is her power that we should waste our time on her?” Darren yawned from his position on one of the couches. He was lanky and muscular, half naked as well. He was beautiful and he knew it. If he had his way, he would replace Nico in Ruth’s affections and position of power.

“She has the ability to seek out other Druids. Can you not see? We could find them all before their Demon mates do.” She laughed loudly into the room below. “I do not know why I did not think of it sooner! If we destroy her and take her ability for ourselves, well, the Demons will have to bow to our will or there will be no more Druids.”

“Clever,” Darren said.

A perfect new thread in her tapestry of vengeance and power, Ruth thought. Every Demon deserved to suffer for the things she had lost. And it would only begin with Corrine.

“I will also require some complex components for a spell I plan to work.” She shook the sheet again and the image changed to show a pretty little mourning dove changing shape to become a beautiful young woman with soft, feathery brown hair and deeply wise eyes.

“Bring me this Siren. Not any Siren will do. I must have this one. She is the eldest of her kind and considered one of the leaders of her people. She should be easy enough to trap. The Mistrals are xenophobic and live cut off from other people, even their own. Choose the strongest and eldest telepaths among you. You will be best able to overcome the enchantment of her song. Be careful and do not underestimate her.”

“We won’t,” Darren assured her. “So long as we get a taste of her when you are done.”

“Of course.” Ruth chuckled. “I would never deprive you of such a tasty and powerful tidbit.”

Adam had never felt so exhausted in his life. The toll of all that had happened that day was weighing on him hard. Yet sleep was the furthest thing from his mind. How could he possibly sleep, knowing all that he knew and facing such an uncertain future? So he was glad when Jasmine wanted to waste no time tracking Ruth down.

“But first,” she said with an amused smile twitching at her lips, “first we need to bring you into this century.” She gave him one of those thorough perusals that so unnerved him, the feel of her eyes on his body like a physical stroke he couldn’t avoid. He resisted the urge to growl at her in threat ... or for any other reason. What was it about this woman, he wondered heatedly, that threw him into a tailspin?

“What is that supposed to mean?” he demanded.

“It means we are going to find you some clothes. Unfortunately you’re bigger than everyone else around here, so we’re going to have to go shopping.”

“Shopping?” He frowned. “Have you no tailor here?”

“Not here. But at a decent men’s store there is. Follow me.”

He didn’t seem to have a choice in the matter. He followed her outside of Noah’s residence and then watched as she levitated into the air. Bursting into a superfine mist, he trailed after her. She seemed to know that his speed was limited, because she took her time. He knew she was as capable as any Vampire and that they could fly very fast when they were in open air. The only way he would be able to keep up with her at her top speed would be if he created a hurricane and rode those winds to tail her. But that, of course, would have an adverse effect on the innocent humans below them.

They reached London in a short amount of time. Adam would never have recognized it. Things had changed so much, he wondered how he was ever expected to get his bearings. He didn’t want to be in this future, this strange era when his brother was so different and his family was altogether unrecognizable. He grieved for the loss of his mother. She had always been the strong, equalizing center of their family, a touchstone he and Jacob had always come back to. Now she was gone ...

His thoughts had him feeling low and melancholy as they touched down just outside the city.

“How much farther?” he asked irritably.

“Just a cab ride away.”

“A what?”

She lifted a hand and pointed to the great moving metal beast pulling over to the side of the road.

“I am not getting inside that thing,” he declared when she opened the door and entered.

“Yes, you are. Think of it as a very efficient carriage. Trust me. There’s a lot to love about this century.”

Feeling like an ass standing there, he gave in and wedged his big body into the rather small vehicle. It was a poor substitute for a fine horse, in his opinion, but he had to admit these contraptions moved very swiftly and with very little jostling. Before long they had pulled up to the curb again, only now they were in the heart of the city. Buildings with great glass fronts lined the walkway, names painted on the glass declaring the place as having “fine men’s clothing.” He thought that was actually very convenient. No guesswork involved. Everything from the clothiers to the cafés was very clearly marked.

Jasmine took him by the hand and led him forward into the store. The first thing he noticed was the fake men with no heads that displayed the clothing to all who entered. The thing that truly fascinated him was the incredibly fine stitching in the clothing. The fabrics were fascinating in their variety, but it was good to see that some things had not changed. Silks were still considered the finest thing to wear, and combined with the extraordinary fit of the shirt he tried on, he rather liked the clothing of this century. The undergarments were strange but comfortable, the “boxers” also made of silk. Jasmine took obvious pleasure in dressing him, and about halfway through the process he got a sense of intimacy from the experience. She had very exacting tastes, but she kept remarking on the temperature of the clothing, and rather inaccurately at that.

“That’s hot,” she said, admiring the sophisticated combination of shirt and slacks.

“Why do you keep saying that? The clothes are cool and comfortable. Certainly not hot.”

She chuckled at him. “When I say something is hot, I mean it looks sexy on you. It’s a term we use a lot these days.” Jasmine glanced up when the lighting in the store flickered for what seemed like the tenth time since they’d gotten there. “Come on, let’s wrap this up. We have a bitch to hunt down, and these lights will start to burn out if you stay near them much longer.”

“Why did you purchase so many clothes?” he asked as they walked out of the store with bags full of clothing, including what he had originally worn into the store, since he had refused to give up what he was most used to. It was almost as if it were the last vestige of the things he had known and loved and he was loath to let them go.

“Because these days people change clothes every day. You will need the clothing since you have absolutely nothing. Now, let’s ditch this stuff at Noah’s and head out after Ruth. I want her so bad I can taste it.”

“We are only supposed to find her. We are not to engage.”

“Yeah. Sure.”

Adam didn’t have to be from the future to know she didn’t mean that. But he actually didn’t have a problem with her attitude. He could handle a corrupted Demon. It’s what he did every day of his life. He didn’t understand what Noah was so afraid of when it came to this female Demon. Between him and Jasmine they should be able to take her easily. He was just as eager for a fight as the Vampire was, so he saw no reason to rein Jasmine in.

They made it back to Noah’s castle in no time at all, and neither of them let on to the Demon King their secret thoughts on how they were going to deal with Ruth on their own. Adam didn’t have to be a genius to know Noah would disapprove of them going off on a private quest for vengeance.

At Noah’s direction, they took Adam’s new things to one of the guest rooms on the third floor. When Jasmine made herself busy hanging clothing, all he could do was sit on the bed and sigh wearily. She looked at him over a shoulder and tilted her head, the cloud of her hair looking beautiful across her shoulders and against her fair cheek.

“Feeling overwhelmed?” she asked him.

He simply nodded.

“It will pass,” she assured him. “Try to have fun with it. Take pleasure in all the new and wonderful things you see around you. Don’t dwell on what you can’t change.”

“Maybe that is easy for a coldhearted Vampire to do, but for those of us with deep-seated feelings, it is not so easy to dismiss certain things,” he said irritably.

She turned sharply to face him, her warm eyes suddenly alive with temper. “I have feelings, too, you know. Don’t make assumptions about me. Your mindset is based on a war that happened four centuries ago. If you even want to call it war. If the Vampires had wanted you all dead, you would have been dead. I think what’s happened recently proves that.”

“You mean Vampires like Nicodemous? If you have not noticed,
he
is dead. I killed him.”

“Maybe. Until we burn the body, I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

“Then we should go from here. We have wasted enough time already.” Adam grabbed the leather jacket she had chosen for him, shrugging into the garment easily. He had to admit, he liked the clothing of this modern world. It was comfortable and well fitting. Granted, the fabrics and designs were a bit plainer than the cloth of gold, velvet, and bejeweled touches of his time, but he could live with that. Right then he had larger worries. Clearly this tainted Demon female was gunning for his baby brother and his family. That was unacceptable. What he didn’t understand was why Jacob hadn’t already dealt with her. He was supposed to be the Enforcer. She was the reason his job existed, a Demon gone awry.

To be fair, though, Adam had not sensed this rogue once since he had arrived. Perhaps she was too corrupted, too far from being a real Demon any longer to be sensed in the traditional manner. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t be tracked at all.

“Let us catch this wretch that plagues my brother,” he said to the Vampire as he reached to strap on his weapons belt as well. “The sooner I see it done, the more content I will be. Then perhaps I can focus on other things.”

“Such as?” She all but smirked at him. “You have to know you aren’t going to be able to go back in time. The young girl who brought you here no longer exists. In this world, she is barely five years old and hardly has a clue as to her power.”

“I am well aware of this,” Adam groused, irritated that she so easily saw into his thoughts and desires. He couldn’t help thinking ... maybe if he could get back to his own time, he could prevent the deaths awaiting his parents.

“Clearly you aren’t. If you were aware of it as you should be, you wouldn’t be thinking of ways you could change what we know history to be. I have no desire to disappear from the life I know and suddenly find myself dead or otherwise. All it takes is one thing changed and the future is destroyed. The good as well as the bad.”

“Then someone should have said as much to my niece before she kidnapped me from my life and brought me here!” he snapped at her. “I had a good life! I had loving parents and a brother who was not so bitter!”

She laughed at that, a hard barking sound. “Jacob bitter? Please. He’s so sugar sweet in love it’s sickening. He adores his family and has a very happy life. A life he won’t have if you go back and change things on him. Let’s suppose,” Jasmine said as she rounded the bed to face off with him, “that you do make it back. That alone would be a significant enough event to change everything. Your brother would no longer be Enforcer in your stead. That means he would not have been doing his job the night he met his mate. Therefore Kane and Jacob and Noah and every other person you supposedly care about would never know that they could find mates outside their species or the happiness they now experience.” She shrugged. “Granted, I wouldn’t mind it if a certain Lycanthrope biatch never crossed the path of my Prince, but you have to take the bad with the good, I suppose.”

“Damien has joined himself to a Lycanthrope?” Adam leaned in toward her. “You really do not seem pleased by this at all.”

“Yeah, well ...” She frowned darkly. “Their union is the reason why Vampires learned they could survive taking the blood of other Nightwalkers. That it brings them new power to do so. Previously they thought breaking the taboo would mean a horrible consequence—most likely death.”