Dangerous Games (19 page)

I grinned and leaned back, curving my back a little to show off my assets to full advantage. “Never challenge a werewolf, Cole. You’ll always lose.”

“In this, I think not.”

“Game on, then.”

He looked at me, clearly amused. “It takes more than a good set of breasts to get into my bed.”

“So the challenge is to discover what else it takes? I think I’ll enjoy that.”

He shook his head and didn’t reply. The rest of the trip was spent in silence. I didn’t bother putting on the coat, just draped it over my lap and legs to keep them warm. The atmosphere in the car was pleasant, and yet filled with an underlying tension that was all arousal and desire. The shifter might not
want
to want me, but he did. While I took great delight in knowing that, I didn’t push things. Cole obviously was going to be a long-term project—but one I had no doubt I could win over.

He pulled to a halt in front of my place, leaving the car running as he glanced up at the old warehouse building. “Looks as though you have plenty of room up there.”

“We do. And big windows.” And a great big bed you’d look good lounging naked on.

He met my gaze, the scent of his lust spiking sharply. “In which you undoubtedly flaunt yourself.”

“And why not? The neighbors don’t complain.”

“No surprise there.” He looked away. “I’ll see you at work sometime.”

“You will, shifter. I’ll make sure of it.”

He looked at me again, but didn’t reply. I climbed out of the car and walked up to the steps, aware of his gaze following my naked butt and this time working it for all I was worth.

He roared off as I opened the door. I grinned to myself, anticipating the challenge he presented, and ran up the stairs to my apartment. The door was locked, but a hard punch in just the right spot soon fixed that. Neither Rhoan nor I could see the point of good quality locks when the door itself was thinner than cardboard and the old lady who owned the building refused to ante up for better ones.

Of course, locks didn’t keep out vampires, either—a point made obvious when I spotted my handbag, cell phone, keys, and clothes sitting neatly on the coffee table. I had no doubt my car would be parked up the street somewhere. How nice of Quinn to return them all.

I had a quick shower to freshen up, then pulled on my gym gear and filled a bag with a couple of dresses, some toiletries, and some makeup. I had no idea where Jin intended to go after my treatments, so it was better to cater to all eventualities.

I grabbed my purse and cell phone, then called a cab. Ten minutes, they said. Knowing from past experience that it was more likely to be twenty than ten, I headed for the kitchen to make coffee. The doorbell rang before I could take two steps. I opened the door to find Cole standing on the other side, his hands in his pockets and looking more than a little put out.

“Don’t tell me,” I said, raising my eyebrows, “that you’ve decided to taste a little werewolf action after all?”

“Hell will freeze over first,” he muttered. He thrust a hand through his thick silvery hair. “Jack just called. There’s been another body discovered and he wants us both there.”

Chapter 7

T
he woman lay on her back, her arms and legs spread wide, like a starfish. She was naked, and there was an almost rapturous expression frozen onto her dead features. As if the manner of her death had aroused her to the point of fulfillment.

Just like the other women we’d found.

A shiver ran through me, but I wasn’t entirely sure whether the cause was horror, or the odd chill in the air. A chill that spoke to an awareness deep within, one that suggested we were not alone in this warehouse.

That dead things abided here.

I rubbed my arms and let my gaze slide down the woman’s white body. Like the other victims, she’d been opened up from neck to knee, and all her main internal organs removed. There should have been a lot of blood after a kill like this, but there wasn’t—and in many ways that was far worse. Because it meant someone had drained her—drained her while they sliced her and removed her organs. Drained her while she lay there with that rapturous look on her face.

I shuddered, suddenly glad I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. I don’t think it would have stayed down at that point.

I forced my gaze from the destruction of her body and looked at her left hand. Like the other victims, she was missing half her little finger. The wound, though healed, looked extremely fresh.

And for some reason, her missing a finger made me feel colder—sicker—than anything else that had been done to her. Which was an extremely odd reaction, even for me.

I looked past her. Jack and Cole were standing in the far corner of the old factory, talking softly. If I concentrated, I could probably hear what they were saying, but it felt like too much effort when I could just ask Jack later on. I studied the immediate surroundings instead. Cole’s team had been here for a good half hour by the time we’d arrived, so the few clues evident were already tagged. Like before, the sooty remains of a pentagram was visible on the concrete, and droplets of black wax littered the ends of each point. While I didn’t know much about magic, I knew black candles indicated the darker paths rather than the light.

Though the mutilation of the body was enough to indicate
that
.

I looked back at the woman as something stirred. A wisp of thick air. Smoke, perhaps, curling softly in the air, barely visible against the bright lights the clean-team had set up.

Another chill ran through me.

It wasn’t smoke.

It was her soul.

And as it found shape, it found voice, words.
Dahaki,
it said.
Azhi Dahaki.

The chill got fiercer, until it felt like fingers of ice were creeping into
my
soul. As if the woman’s soul brought with it the fierce cold of the underworld.
Who the hell is Azhi Dahaki?

I wasn’t entirely sure whether I said that out loud or telepathically. Wasn’t sure if the woman’s spirit would even answer.

It stirred softly, a body of smoke with no features that gently rotated. But with every turn, energy built in the air, until the small hairs along the nape of my neck were standing on end. Only then did the words come again.
You must stop him.

With that statement, the energy fell away, and the soul disintegrated, fleeing to whatever region of afterlife it was bound for.

I took a deep, shuddering breath. It was bad enough that I was seeing souls—now the fucking things were beginning to
talk
to me.

“Riley?”

Jack’s voice was soft, filled with caution, but I jumped all the same. I looked up, saw that he was standing only a few feet away. Cole stood beside him, a concerned look on his face. I hadn’t heard either of them move.

“It talked to me, Jack.” I rubbed my arms. “It actually damn well
spoke
.”

“I did warn you that might happen.”

I snorted softly. “Yeah, well, I was hoping you were wrong.” I looked down at the body, to where the soul no longer hovered. “I don’t want to be talking to the spirits of dead people, Jack. It’s just too creepy.”

Cole’s eyebrows rose. “You can converse with spirits? Cool.”

I gave him an annoyed glance, and concentrated on Jack. “It said a name—the same one Dunleavy’s soul gave me. Only this time it was
Azhi
Dahaki. A full name, perhaps?”

“It’s quite possible. It’s an odd name, though.”

“Well, it’s an odd talent.” And
that’s
precisely why Jack had brought me down here tonight. He’d been hoping I’d see something. “Have you got an ID on her yet?”

“Karen Herbert,” Cole said, looking down at the PDA in his hand. “Twenty-two years old. Lived alone. Parents currently holidaying in Queensland.”

I looked at Jack. “
The
Karen Herbert? The one I asked for a background check on?”

He had the grace to look uncomfortable. “Afraid so.”

“Well, if that isn’t proof positive there’s a link between Quinn’s case and ours, I don’t know what is.”

“Which is why, when you see him next, you will be questioning him.”

Yeah. Like that was going to result in anything useful. I waved a hand at Karen’s face. “She didn’t die in terror. There were no drugs found in the systems of the other women, and I doubt there will be here. It once again suggests she came here willingly, Jack.”

“Or that there was psychic influence. That can’t be traced after death, remember.”

“Jin’s not psychic, so maybe I’m following the wrong person.”

“If Jin’s blocking you telepathically, he’s a psychic of some sort. Plus, he shares a house with the woman Quinn is following, he works at the same place as Dunleavy’s girlfriend—who was killed by Gautier because she’d seen or heard something—and he has a ring the same as one found at a murder scene. It’s too much of a coincidence. Everything is connected. We’re just not seeing the complete picture yet.”

And we needed to, before the next woman was murdered. My gaze went back to the body. “So are these ritual killings or sacrifices?”

“My guess would be sacrifices. For what, I’m not sure.”

“Blood
and
organ sacrifices,” Cole corrected, then looked at me, “which is a darker and more powerful magic altogether.”

“It’s still ending up with dead women, buddy-boy.”

Annoyance flared in his pale eyes. “The nature of the magic is often a direct indication of the nature of the magician.”

“Doesn’t take much of a genius to guess we’re dealing with someone who’s
very
black in nature.”

“No, but the fact that there’s blood and organ used means we are dealing with an extremely strong type of black magic. And if the mage is adding his own blood, then we are dealing with someone who’s raising a power capable of doing far more than calling a couple of demons.”

“Meaning, you don’t think Quinn’s hunt and ours are merging?”

“Meaning, they may well be merging, but our boy is doing more with his power than releasing a couple of demons to harass a vampire.” Jack eyed me for a minute. “You don’t seem overly perturbed about Quinn locking you up.”

“You haven’t seen his house.” I glanced at my watch. If I didn’t get going soon, Jin was going to start wondering what the hell was going on. “Look, if you don’t need me, I’ve got a suspect to meet.”

“Go. But be sure you hit the com-link if things get rough and you need out.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Why tell me that when I know for a fact you don’t say it to other guardians?”

“Because the other guardians are dealing with regular old psychos. I’ve got a feeling your particular psycho is off the scale even by our standards.”

“Well, gee, that’s a comforting thought.” I eyed him for a minute, then added, “And besides, you don’t want me dead yet because you want to see where the drugs take my talents.”

“Precisely.” He smiled and threw me a set of keys. “Seeing Cole drove you here, take my car. But I want it back in one piece.”

“You give me your keys, you take your chances.” I grinned, tossed them lightly in the air, then headed out.

Night’s curtain had well and truly fallen, and though the air was cold, the night was clear. The moon hung fat and yellow in the sky, not quite full but not far off it. The heat of it sung through my veins, a surging desire that was only going to get worse over the coming nights. It was, I thought grimly, probably the
best
time to get landed with the job of fucking a bad man.

And when I finished doing him tonight, I was going to ring Kellen. I had a bad feeling I’d need some tender care and gentle loving to wipe the foulness of Jin’s touch from my mind.

I found Jack’s car and headed into the city. It was a Monday night, so the streets were quiet and parking easy to find. I grabbed my bag and headed back up the street toward the club, discovering the number he’d given me was actually that of a multistory building and the club was on the nineteenth floor.

Which was pushing my phobia to the limit.

I took a deep breath and forced a smile on my face as I approached the guard. “Hi,” I said, acting all cheery even though my stomach was doing a rebel dance. “I’m here for the Hunter’s Club.”

“You got a membership pass?”

“No.”

“Can’t get in without a membership pass.”

Obviously, this security guard wasn’t paid to be helpful. Either that, or he was just bored and having himself a little fun. “My name is Riley Jenson. I’m here as a guest of Jin Lu.”

He glanced down at a sheet sitting on his desk, then picked up a book and placed it on the desk. “Need you to sign in there,” he said, pointing to a space. “And write your name after it.”

I did. He took the book, got a pass out of his drawer, writing a number beside my name before handing it to me. “This will work the elevator and get you past the foyer doors. You’ll need to return this pass and sign out when you finish.”

I nodded, grabbed the pass, and headed toward the elevator. The swift journey upward had a tremor running through my limbs, but thankfully my stomach decided to stay where it was. The entrance to the club was all gold-and-white luxury, the carpet plush enough that I had to resist the temptation to rip off my shoes and run barefoot through it. But I couldn’t help a wry smile when I spotted the sign emblazoned over the front doors. Not only did it say “Hunter’s Club” in great big fancy letters, but it had “humans only” underneath it.