Night Series Collection: Books 1 and 2 (41 page)

Luc’s nostrils flared and I knew he was scenting the room, both for the veracity in Billy’s words, but to also see just how far we’d gone. His eyes went glacial, so clearly he must have picked up on the unmistakable musk of my sexual excitement.

I expected an eruption, a full-blown assault on my person (Luc wasn’t the most levelheaded when in the grip of his demon). Shielding my eyes, I didn’t look at him head-on. Even though it was fury that’d brought out the beast, he was Lust, which meant he’d screw me ten ways to Sunday if I so much as encouraged him.

He must have known what I was about, because instead of the explosion, he gripped my wrists, bringing my palms to his face. And we stood like that for a solid minute, him with his eyes closed, my hands on his cheeks as he inhaled deeply in and out.

The next time he opened his eyes, they were as blue as a summer sky. “Why is he here?” he asked, and though I could still hear the fury, I knew he’d gotten himself under control.

I told you demons don’t handle surprises well.

Standing to the side of me, Billy glanced at my hands with a clenched jaw before saying, “I’m here because I have information.”

Luc snorted, pulling away from me as if my touch suddenly burned. But just as I was about to back into Billy’s chest, his arm snaked out and he dug his fingers into my waist, making me grimace at the sudden shock of pain.

“And we’re supposed to trust you?” Luc laughed, and the sound chilled the blood in my veins.

Billy’s stance was wide and he was flipping his knife from hand to hand, reminding me of the smug bastard I’d met the first night, the death priest who’d clocked me in the temple and tied me up.

Let’s just say our first meeting had been far from cordial.

“I don’t give a flying fuck if you trust me. I’m not doing it for you.” The priest’s voice was deep and solid and sure, and it did things to my insides no mere voice had a right to do.

“Then who are you doing it for?”

Billy’s eyes shot to my face and I’d be a liar if I said his gaze didn’t feel like a brand on my soul. Luc’s growl let me know he’d noticed it too. His fingers dug in harder. That was so gonna bruise.

“She’s not yours.” Luc’s words were steel dipped in poison.

“Hey!” I swatted at his hand, stepping away from both of them. “I don’t belong to anybody, you got me? So stop this pissing contest and just tell us why you’re here, Billy.”

If my words bothered him, he never let on.

“There’s a lot more to what’s going down than what either of you might think. A. Lot. More.”

“Then enlighten us.” Luc crossed his arms, causing his biceps to flex. Even dressed in a silk shirt and tie, the man oozed scary sensuality. His hair was pulled back again and he looked freshly shaven.

Had he freshened up just to come see me? I frowned. His black loafers were definitely not desert-worthy shoes, so I seriously doubted he meant to be my tagalong in the Sierras today.

Billy glanced at me sidelong. “You want answers, figure them out.”

“Billy, wait.” I reached for him because I didn’t want him to leave. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

Something white and hot flashed through Luc’s eyes before he clamped down on the emotion and I knew I’d hurt him. I was always hurting him; it was how things were with us. Toxic.

“It’s Asher,” Billy murmured and then traced his knuckles against my cheek, and I shuddered into his touch. “And I told you, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You better tell us what’s going on. Now,” Luc ordered.

Billy laughed. “I’m not scared of you, Neph. Not by a long shot.”

Sensing they were about a second away from violently destroying Kemen’s trailer, I jumped between them, holding out my hands.

“Seriously, enough. Asher”—I stuttered over the name, still wanting to call him Billy—“you came here. Why?”

The click of his jaw working from side to side sounded louder than gunshot in the sudden quiet.

“We have a destiny, you and I, Pandora. What’s going down, it’s because of you.”

“Going down?” I whispered.

Luc’s lips snarled. “Destiny?”

I whipped around. “Luc, for pity’s sake, can you just focus on what matters, please?”

The muscle in his cheek twitched.

Eyes narrowed, Asher walked to me and even though I knew I was just a pawn in this testosterone-fueled game, I didn’t stop him from draping his arm across my shoulders. They were the dogs and I was their fire hydrant.

Nice.

Swatting at his hand, I let my baby fangs show. Something I tried hard to keep hidden since they were a clear giveaway to my true identity.

“I swear, if you guys can’t get your shit together, I’m gonna leave and you’ll never find me. I’ve got places to be and I don’t feel like dealing with this. From either one of you.” I eyed them both.

Asher’s answer was a swift, dimple-cheeked smile, and yeah, I was pretty sure a couple of my brain cells just fried. I hadn’t known he had a dimple, but then, I couldn’t remember him ever really smiling either.

“You’re a death priest. Your only job in this world is killing Neph. You will not harm her.” Luc’s voice had grown guttural.

“I would never.”

“But you did.” He snarled. “I was the one who found her after your beat-downs. Me.” He slapped his chest and it was moments like these that made me think perhaps I was a fool to believe he didn’t actually care for me.

At some point our relationship had grown twisted and distorted and bloated with so much pain and hurt that for a while it’d been easy to believe it was gone. But I heard it now. I saw it flickering in his cold eyes and my heart clenched.

I knew he loved me, and in many ways I still loved him. But our love would kill us—I was as sure of that as I was that I never wanted Billy out of my life again.

“I had to do what I did to make sure no one knew whose side I was really on.”

“Yeah, right. Great answer.” Luc snorted.

Billy rubbed my arm in slow circles and I don’t think he was doing it so much for me as for himself. “Everything I did I did to protect her.”

“I don’t understand you, Billy—”

His brow rose.

“Asher,” I said, correcting myself. “You stabbed me, you tricked me. How was any of that to protect me?”

“Did you ever really doubt me, Dora?” He turned me so that I was now looking him square in the face and it was just us again. “I knew what you were capable of, how you could heal. You felt the eyes everywhere. We were always watched—it was the only way.”

He was right. The entire time in South Dakota I’d known I was being watched, but I’d actually thought it was him. I frowned. “Who do you work for?”

Licking his lips, he sighed. “The book… You’ve got to read the book.”

“Book?” Luc snarled and I jumped, because I’d almost forgotten he was with us. “What book?” His eyes rolled to mine and I had to quickly look away because I sensed his Lust roiling just beneath the surface.

“Jeez.” I groaned and then marched over to the bed and flipped him said book. “That. Grace’s assistant Mary gave it to me the night she disappeared.”

“Nice. Thanks for telling me.” His tone dripped contempt. Luc riffled quickly through the pages. “What is this shit?”

“Poems, written by some kid in the Middle Ages.”

Luc snorted. “Priest, you’re this close to me killing you.” He tossed the book back onto the bed.

I wasn’t overly fond of him threatening my priest, even though I was one hundred percent certain Asher could fend for himself. “It’s an allegorical work.”

“There’s also a cypher code,” Asher said.

“Cypher code?” I twirled on him. “We can’t decrypt that, not without the key.”

“Pandora, listen to me.” He planted his hands on my shoulders. “I’ll give you as much information as I can, but some of this you’ll have to figure out yourself.”

“Why?”

Luc’s smile was vicious and then he gave a throaty chuckle. “You can’t tell us, can you? Ah, how ironic, the priest isn’t as all powerful as he’d like us to believe.”

Now Asher looked annoyed.

“What are you talking about?”

I couldn’t make heads or tails of this and since Luc was looking like the cat who just ate the canary, I was more than a little annoyed that he wasn’t sharing.

“I mean…” He rolled his eyes to me and this time I wasn’t quick enough to look away, so his power slammed into me like a giant tsunami, snatching my breath and making me change instantly.

I transformed from my usual raven-haired, willowy Goth self to Luc’s blond bombshell, complete with enormous boobs, enviably slim waist, and mile-long bronzed legs. Beside me Asher growled, yanking me roughly to his side.

Luc smirked; the bastard had done it on purpose. My shirt rode up so high on my belly thanks to my freakishly large boobs that I felt practically naked.

“…that the priest is under an enchantment. He can’t talk, Dora, because somebody, and likely the person is a powerful sorcerer— At the very least, am I right, Priest?” His lips twitched before he turned his gaze back to me. “Owns his soul. Very interesting, isn’t it?”

My brows dipped and I looked at Asher, and when he didn’t try to deny it, I knew Luc was absolutely right. “You really were trying to protect me, weren’t you?”

Asher’s gaze softened when he looked at me, and I knew he was telling me the truth. I felt it deep in the depths of my cold, black soul. Asher had never been my enemy. He held my gaze a moment longer, and I felt my body shift and transform back to my natural form.

“Then how are you here? Whoever owns you, they’ll know where you are. They’ll come looking.” My eyes immediately shot to the window. I was suddenly on edge and expecting to see the boogieman’s face pressed to the glass.

“That’s why I died in Hell.”

N
eedless to say, Luc refused to join me on my quest to the Sierra Madres after that. After Asher’s confession, Luc had swiftly turned on his heel and slammed out of my room. Now it was just Asher and I combing through the sparse mountain range, looking for the trail that would lead us to the zombie hive.

“Feels like old times.” I hip-bumped him when he got close to me.

His smiles were coming more freely now. I liked it.

Like really liked it.

A. Whole. Freaking. Lot.

The man had a way of getting under my skin. The way the ends of his hair clung to his neck, how his bronzed skin almost gleamed in the midday sun. Dressed in those sexy-as-sin jeans that hugged his massive thighs and muscular waist. I had to blow out a breath to get Lust to chill the hell out.

She was writhing and purring and making me want to jump him right here, right now. To toss him down on the packed red sand and have my wicked, wicked way with him. Didn’t matter that we were currently walking through hell on earth, full of scorpions and rattlers and every other kind of nasty killing machine out there.

I hadn’t felt this carefree, this… happy… in a long, long time.

That word stopped my daydreams cold. It was like a slap of icy water in the face and made me halt. We were searching for a zombie hive. Reputedly one that’d already killed several mortals. What I should be doing was keeping my head on a swivel, not glued on Asher’s ass, which looked amazing in those jeans.

As if sensing that’d I’d stopped walking, he turned and looked at me. A hot breeze blew across the desert sands, slapping tiny grains against my cheeks and scraping them raw.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, back at my side in a nanosecond. The sun was beating down on my brow, and I knew I’d looked better. And I hated that when he got so close to me, his unique scent completely overwhelmed me— a musk of man, danger, and cool silk sheets. Lust was salivating. Pestilence was in hiding, though I still felt his oily stickiness clinging deep, deep down inside. He wasn’t sure what to think of my sudden obsession with the priest. It both confused and disgusted him.

Lust was in full control and she had been ever since the death priest showed up in my room.

Disgusted with my inability to focus, I shoved him back. Regardless of the combustible heat I felt, I was still angry with him.

“Nothing.”

Brown eyes licked at my face for a brief yet all-encompassing second, making me feel itchy in my own skin. Sighing, he looked at the dead landscape and then pointed to a small shadowy shelf of red rock in the distance.

“C’mon, we need to take a break. Hot as hell out here.”

Grabbing my hand, he lifted a brow, waiting for me to trace us over. I’d discovered that Asher couldn’t move as I did. He could move fast, ridiculously fast, but he couldn’t actually trace, which was just a fancy word for breaking down my body into its simplest and most basic form, free-floating molecules, and traveling across distances in the blink of an eye. In that form, anything I could hold or carry, I could also trace. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do it for long—the concentration it required to make sure I kept all my bits and pieces together was exhausting.

Snapping my fangs at him, I broke down, then wrapped my molecules around him like a hug and dragged him with me. His laughter echoed all around us.

The moment we arrived, I gathered myself and frowned at him. “What are you doing, Asher?”

I kicked at a large gray rock with the toe of my boot. A five-inch scorpion drew up on its hind legs and curled its tail at me in a defensive posture before quickly scuttling off. Sitting cross-legged, I stared at the deadly beauty of the harsh landscape, my ears ringing hollowly with the sounds of Hell and the cries of the damned as the memories of that night flooded me all over again.

The brush of his hand on my overheated forearm brought me back to the present.

“I’m here helping you. You know that.”

Rolling my eyes, I tucked my knees to my chest and shook my head. “You know exactly what I mean. You broke into my trailer. Again.” I eyed him sideways, hating that all I wanted to do was run my fingers along the scruff of his jaw, claim his lips, and burn this whole damn world down with the strength of my passion.

His lips twitched. “Made you orgasm too—don’t forget that.”

My cheeks flamed and I shot to my feet. I really didn’t want to leave the shadowy cove. While it felt like eighty in here, outside it was a hundred plus and even though it couldn’t bake me permanently, it was about as comfortable as taking a dip in a volcanic hot spring.