Magic Bleeds (28 page)

“Mate,” I said finally, tasting the word.

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He winked at me. Dear God.

I gave him my hard stare. “You’re a control freak and I fight all authority. And you want us to mate?”

A wicked spark lit his eyes. “Many, many times.”

“What’s wrong with you? Did I hit you too hard on the head?”

“My mate lives with me,” he said. “In the Keep.”

“Have you had many mates before?”

He gave me a look reserved for the mentally challenged. “I had lovers.”

“So this is a new rule you made up on the spot?”

“That’s a perk of being the Beast Lord. You get to make up rules.”

Going to the Keep was out of the question. They were already in danger, but it would be nothing compared to what would happen if I moved in. Curran protected his people, and I endangered them. I forced my voice to sound normal. “Any other Curran rules I need to know about? Might as well get them out now, so I can veto all of them.”

“You don’t get to veto my rules,” he said.

I laughed. “This will never work.”

We looked at each other.

“Let’s trade,” he said. “You tell me what you have to have and I’ll tell you what I want.”

He was trying to negotiate. I must’ve won a victory somewhere. Either that or last night was as good for him as it was for me. “Okay.”

He invited me with a wave of his fork. “You start.”

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“The Order is off the table,” I said. “I’m not quitting.”

“I didn’t say you had to.” He leveled a heavy stare on me.

“But since you insist, I agree. The Order is off the table. My turn.”

Danger, danger . . . “Okay.”

“Monogamy,” he stated flatly. “While you’re with me, I’m the only one. Anybody else touches you and I’ll kill them.”

“What if I accidentally bump into someone?”

Gold flashed in his eyes. “Don’t.”

Apparently he refused to feel humorous about this situation. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You said yourself, I’m a control freak. I’m a jealous, possessive bastard and I’m not as human as some. You have no idea what last night cost me. Betray me and I’ll kill him. If you don’t want to be with me, tell me. Don’t go behind my back. I’m trying to be as honest as I can. So there are no surprises.”

“You do realize that killing the other male makes no sense. If I cheat on you, I’m at fault, not him. He didn’t promise you anything.”

“It’s not about logic. That’s the way Pack works. I would be within my rights to kill anyone trying to take my mate. I would be expected to do it, I’d want to do it, and I would do it.”

I pointed the fork at him. “Fine. But the parade stops now.”

“What parade?”

“Your girlfriend parade.”

His eyebrows crept up. “Girlfriend parade?”

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“Curran, you cheat on me and we’re done. That’s fair.”

“Kate, it goes both ways. If anyone tries to make a pass at me, you’re welcome to their throat.”

“I don’t care about people making passes at you. I only care if you act on it.”

“Agreed. The girlfriend parade stops.” He bared his teeth in a happy feral grin. My own personal psycho. “I kind of figured that out when you melted the lock on my guestroom in a fit of jealousy.”

“You don’t say.” I picked at my omelet.

“My turn. The not-talking thing—we’ll never do that again.”

“Boy, that really bugged you, did it?”

He growled. “Yes, it did.”

“Okay. I promise never to stop talking to you. You may come to regret this.”

He grimaced. “I’m sure. We can discuss it in more detail, at the Keep.”

“And what will the rest of your subjects think about that?”

He shrugged. “The Pack functions best when hierarchy is clear. Right now most people don’t know why I was irritable, and those who do know are unsure where we stand, so everyone is walking on eggshells.

It will be better once the Pack sees us together.”

No matter what rocks I threw at him, he refused to deviate from his course. I chose my words very carefully.

“I’d rather they didn’t.”

He sat completely still. His voice gained a low dangerous edge. “Are you ashamed of being with me?”

“No.”

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His face slid into a flat unreadable expression. “Is it because I’m a shapeshifter?”

“No, it’s because you’re the Beast Lord.”

He leaned back. “Care to elaborate?”

“My value is in my impartiality. I can approach the People, the Pack, the druids, or the Witch Oracle, because it’s clear I don’t take sides. I’m able to function effectively only if I’m neutral. Sleeping with you destroys my impartiality. You won’t tolerate someone who isn’t loyal to you, so the moment I acknowledge being with you, everyone who ever had a problem with the Pack will stop talking to me.

That’s only part of the issue.”

“Is there more?”

If I had any hope for the two of us, I’d have to tell him everything.

The thought froze me in my seat.

“Kate?” he asked softly.

I opened my mouth and tried to make words come out. They didn’t.

He reached over and covered my hand with his.

I couldn’t tell him. Not yet.

I had to find some other reasons and so I stuck to things that had gotten me through the misery of the last few weeks. “How many women have you slept with?”

He pulled back and crossed his arms, making his biceps bulge. “Don’t do this.”

“It’s a legitimate question,” I said.

“How many men have you slept with?”

“You’re my third. Answer the question.”

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“Well, are we counting long-term partners or one-night stands?”

I sighed. “Would you like to count partners only?”

He grimaced. “Less than twenty.”

“Would you care to elaborate?”

He mulled it over. “Eighteen.”

“And how many of them lived in the Keep with you?”

The answer came a little quicker. “Seven, but none shared my rooms.”

“What do you mean, they didn’t share your rooms? Where did you . . .”

“In their quarters.”

I laughed. “Oh, so you graced them with your nocturnal presence in the bimbo room, Your Majesty?

Like Zeus, in a blaze of golden light?”

He showed me the edge of his teeth. “They liked it.”

Arrogant ass. “Sure. So why don’t you let women in your rooms?”

“Because being in my rooms means being in a position of power.”

If he thought I would stay in a bimbo room when this was over, he was out of luck.

I would be dead when this was over.

“In the public eye, there is a huge imbalance of power between you and me. If I went to the Keep with you, Atlanta would stop viewing me as Kate Daniels, agent of the Order, and would perceive me as Beast Lord’s Girlfriend Number Nineteen. Or Number Eight, depending on how they chose to look at it.

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What little reputation I’ve earned would be wiped away and you can bet that the Order will take me off the current case faster than you can snarl.”

“We both have to give up some things,” he said.

I crossed my arms. “I’m so glad you see it my way, Your Majesty. Quit being the Beast Lord, give up the Pack, and come live with me in my apartment.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

I smiled at him.

“I get it,” he said. “Point made. It’s not fair. But the Pack is who I am. I built it for my people. The Order isn’t who you are. Half of the time you’re trying to figure out how to hide what you find from them.

I’ve read your report of the flare. If there was a lying competition, you’d win it hands down.”

That hit really close to home. “The Order is where I choose to be right now. If I’m taken off this petition, it will go to Andrea. She’s my best friend. If she collides with the Mary’s magic, she might be exposed.

It’ll destroy her. In any case, I don’t have to justify myself to you.”

“Andrea knew the risks when she became a knight. You didn’t put her into this situation, she did it herself. You’re just delaying the inevitable. She’s trying to live in two worlds at once and she can’t.”

Ouch. That hit really, really close to home.

He kept going. “You don’t want to justify yourself. I respect that. But you want me to be your dirty secret. To skulk about and pretend that you’re not mine in public. I won’t do it.”

“I’m asking you to be discreet.”

“No.”

“Would you like to borrow a pair of my panties to wave around at the next Council meeting to get the point across?”

His eyes flashed. “Got any to spare?”

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I could’ve picked somebody rational. But no, I had to fall in love with this arrogant idiot. Come to the Keep with me, be my princess. Mourn me when your crazy dad kills me. Yeah, right.

He got up, took the phone from the counter, and set it before me. “I said we both had to give up something.”

“So far I’m the one expected to give up things. What’s your sacrifice?”

He nodded at the phone and rattled off a number. “That’s the phone of the Keep’s steward. His crew makes all the sleeping arrangements. I called him this morning to tell him I would be coming in. Call him.

See if I requested a room to be prepared for you.”

The phone rang.

We both looked at it.

It rang again and I picked it up. “Yes?”

“Kate?” Saiman’s voice sounded mildly anxious. “I see you survived the night.”

“Barely.”

Curran picked up his empty plate.

“Are you injured?”

“No.” Just tender in some places.

“That’s good to hear.”

The sound of tortured metal screeched through the kitchen. Curran was slowly, methodically rolling the metal plate into a tube.

“What is that noise?” Saiman said.

“Construction.”

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“Are you planning to visit the Temple today?”

“If the magic complies.”

“I would be interested in learning what you find out.”

“Your interest has been noted.”

I hung up. Curran dropped a chunk of nearly solid metal that used to be a plate onto the counter.

I looked into his gray eyes. “Curran, if you attack him, I’ll have to defend him. There is no competition there. If I had wanted to be with him, I could have.” Crap. That didn’t come out right.

He took a deep breath.

“What I meant to say was, he offered and I declined.”

“Come with me.”

“I can’t.”

A shadow passed over his face. “Then we’re done.”

“So it’s all or nothing?”

“That’s the only way I can do it.” He turned his back to me and walked out.

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THE MAGIC HIT TEN MINUTES AFTER CURRAN LEFT. I grit my teeth, got dressed, saddled Marigold, and headed to the Temple.

All or nothing. Hello, Your Fuzzy Majesty. My name is Kate Daniels, daughter of Roland, Builder of Towers, the living legend, and coincidentally, the man who is trying to eradicate you and your people. If you take me in, he will move heaven and earth to kill you and me, when he finds out who I am. Even now, I’m being hunted. And if you keep sleeping with me, you’ll never be the same.

That was what all or nothing really meant. And I wanted so badly to ignore it and go with him to the Keep. When had I become so attached to that arrogant bastard? It wasn’t last night. Was it all the times he’d saved me from myself? At least, I knew when it started—when he tried to trade the lid wanted by a horde of sea demons for Julie’s life.

I would kill to stay with him. Now there was a scary thought.

The temperature continued its suicidal plunge. Despite all the layers of fabric, I could barely feel my arms, and my thighs were frozen solid. Grendel and Marigold seemed no worse for wear, but then they’d run the whole way.

Bordered on three sides by a low brick building and by a brick fence on the fourth, the Temple looked almost cheerful against the stark landscape of ruined buildings: bright red walls, snow-white colonnade, and equally white stairs perched upon a snowy lawn. Just a few yards to the left, Unicorn Lane lay in wait. An area of deep violent magic, Unicorn Lane cut across the battered Midtown like a scar. Things that shunned the light and fed on monsters hid there, and when desperate fugitives fled there, neither PAD

nor the Order bothered to follow them. There was no need.

Unicorn Lane ran straight as an arrow, except when it reached the Temple grounds, where it carefully veered around the synagogue. Mezuzot, verses from the Torah, written by a qualified scribe and protected by pewter cases, hung along the perimeter of the Temple wall. The wall itself supported so many angelic names, magic squares, and holy names, it looked as if a talismanic encyclopedia had thrown up on it.