No Mercy (21 page)

            And Fang...

            Aimee would never forgive him. But there was no way to leave him at home. Fang wasn't that kind of wolf. Bastard.

            He had a sick feeling in his stomach that things weren't what they should be. There was something in the ether around him that wanted to warn him.

            If only he knew what...

            The seen and the unseen. Things were about to get hairy as hell for them all.

            Ethon cocked his head as he heard the spirits of the fallen whispering to him. It was a talent that had served him well for the last five thousand years. It enabled him to see his enemies coming and to hear the souls that had been lured by the Daimons.

            But what they told him right now left him cold.

            Dev and Sam were about to kill themselves.

            Two against Aello was a fool's errand. While Ethon had never faced her himself, his grandfather had been with Herakles when Herakles had defeated her. When Ethon had been a small boy, his grandfather had spent hours detailing the vicious attacks of the Amazons as a tribe and Aello in particular.

            No one escaped them unscathed without divine intervention. Which both Sam and Dev lacked.

            This was going to get bloody and if no one helped them, they wouldn't live through the stupidity.

            Reaching for his phone, he made a quick call.

            If they were going to battle, they weren't going alone.
I won't let you die again, Samia.
This time he wouldn't fail her. And if he had to lay down his own life for hers, so be it.

            Dev met Fang in the hallway. By Fang's grim visage, he knew the wolf would much rather be tending the bar tonight than joining him on a suicide run. Not that he blamed him in the least. He'd rather be downstairs himself.

            But not at the cost of Sam's freedom.

            "You know you can stay here," he said to his brother-in-law. "I'd actually prefer it."

            Fang shook his head. "I would never leave you do to this alone. You didn't shirk at going into hell to help me, Dev. I've not forgotten it."

            Which was why Dev had grown to appreciate his unique family member. Fang had proven himself worth the risk Dev had taken to save him and he was glad to call him brother.

            Sam cleared her throat. "We better hurry. We don't have much time until dark."

            Dev inclined his head. Just as he was about to teleport himself and Sam to the circle, he saw two people coming up the stairs.

            Ethon and Scorpio.

            And they were dressed for battle. Both in solid black, Ethon was dressed in a pair of slacks and a button-down shirt. His long coat hid a full weapons arsenal. Knives, at least one gun, and most likely a sword. Scorpio on the other hand was much more overt. He wore a short-sleeved shirt with leather vambraces Dev knew concealed steel spikes he could shoot out and use to punch through just about anything.

            Dev scowled at them. "What are you doing here?"

            Ethon gave him a shit-eating grin. "Covering your back, Cochise."

            Interesting comparison. Cochise had been resourceful and clever, escaping death time and again. Dev only hoped that when this war was over, he was as lucky as the Apache chief to die at peace.

            Sam drew up short as she saw the Spartan there. "Ethon--"

            He held his hand up to stop her protest. "It's all right, Samia. Scorpio and I have run it past Ash. The Dogs stand together. You know this. Warriors to the end."

            "Fools to the end," she snapped.

            Ethon's grin widened. "Always."

            Sam wanted to argue with him, but she knew it would only waste time they didn't have. Ethon was every bit as impossible and stubborn as Dev. "Fine. Make sure you keep up."

            Fang stepped toward Ethon. "I'll take this one."

            "I got the other." Dev met her gaze. "I'll see you in a minute."

            Sam watched as they teleported from the hallway to the park. She took a moment to glance around the old house as she felt a strange tremor of foreboding go down her spine. Evil was at play here.

            She only hoped she was the sole target of it.

            Closing her eyes, she teleported to where Fang and Dev were standing in the fading sunlight. There was no sign of the Dark-Hunters.

            Her heart stopped beating. Had they burst into flames?

            "Did you get hungry and eat my colleagues?"

            Dev pointed down to the dark green wool blanket at his feet that she'd somehow missed seeing. "There's still enough daylight to blister you guys so we hid them fast."

            But oddly the sunlight wasn't hurting her at all--most likely because of her ghostlike form. Amazed, she watched the first sunset she'd seen in over five thousand years. The sky was absolutely breathtaking with ribbons of pink and orange twisting through the darkening blue.

            If only she could feel the rays on her skin.

            But seeing it was enough. She wanted to cry over the sight she'd missed all this time. "It's beautiful." But that tender swell in her breast died as she glanced down to the blanket and realized what it looked like spread out over the grass.

            Two dead bodies.

            And it was painfully obvious there were bodies under that blanket.

            A car slowed down as it drove past them, raising the hair on the back of her neck. The driver stared at them until Fang looked over at her. Then the driver gunned the engine and sped away as fast as she could.

            Sam let out an elongated breath. "Sheez, guys, I think we better hurry before someone calls the cops and tells them you're trying to hide bodies in the Pontchartrain."

            Ethon's laugh rang out from under the blanket.

            Dev kicked him. "Sorry. Accident."

            Ethon growled low in his throat. "You better be glad I'm pinned, Bear."

            Dev flashed her a grin before he turned his attention back to their task. "Sun's setting. Anyone see anything?"

            Just the research building and Lake Oaks Park across the street. The parking lot on her left for the university and fitness center and the houses behind them. It all looked completely normal and the traffic was getting heavier.

           
We are so going to jail....

            Would Ash bail them out?

            Fang turned around slowly.

            And true to her prediction, she heard police sirens in the distance, drawing closer.

            Crap.

            "Gods, I hope that's not for us," Fang mumbled.

            Dev snorted. "Oh, you know it is. That's our luck,
mon frere
." He glared at the horizon. "C'mon sunset. Don't fail us."

            Fang scoffed at his words. "Fail us, hell. The police show up and I'm flashing home. I say we leave the Dogs here to get their own butts out of the sling."

            "Screw you, Wolf," Ethon snapped.

            Dev held his hand up to silence them. "Look."

            Sam didn't see anything until the last ray vanished. Then there was a slight shimmering just a few feet in front of them. The kind that most would dismiss as a summer haze. Heat coming off the pavement.

            But it wasn't that.

            "Dev..." Fang's voice was stern as the sound of speeding cars drew closer.

            Sam saw the police lights.

            "Hunters, rise!" Dev ordered.

            Ethon and Scorpio rolled out from under the blanket at the same time the police shouted at them to freeze. Ignoring them, they ran forward.

            Sam heard the sound of guns firing. One second she was shouting at Dev to dodge the bullet headed at his back, the next everything was different.

            The terrain remained the same. But the street and buildings were gone. A bright, piercing light bathed everything in an overexposed glow. What ever the source, it obviously wasn't sunlight since neither Scorpio nor Ethon were blistering from it.

            Sam lifted her hand to shield her eyes as she looked over the men to make sure they were all right.

            They stood like fighters in front of her. Dev with his hip cocked and the others ready to battle. Only there was nothing to fight.

            Dev walked a slow circle, taking in their new landscape. "Anyone want to hazard a guess as to which way we should try?"

            Ethon wiped his hand over his chin. "I'd say we try GPS tracking, but I'm going to bet we don't get any satellite reception here. What do you think?"

            Scorpio answered by releasing the spikes in his vambraces so that they stood out like a porcupine's quills. Without a word to any of them, he headed for the black water that lapped against a light gray beach.

            "Guess we're going north," Dev said slowly. "Everyone, follow Lassie. Timmy's in the well."

            Scorpio raised his left arm. Interesting that with the blade extended, it looked like a vicious "FU" to Dev.

            Ethon clapped Dev on the back. "Careful, Bear. I think you made Lassie mad. Remember in his case the bite is definitely more fatal than the bark."

            Just as they neared the water, the ground under their feet started shifting. Fang cursed as it split apart and he started to fall into a ravine. Shifting forms from human to wolf, he leapt clear while Dev and the others ran to stable ground.

            With her current form, Sam was in no danger. She floated over the shifting ground to hover near the men who were watching their feet suspiciously.

            "That was close."

            The men ignored her.

            Frowning, Sam waved her hand to get their attention. They all four acted like she was invisible.

           
What in the world?

            Irritated at them and scared that she was becoming even more of a ghost than she'd been before, she opened her mouth to chastise them. But the moment she did, she heard a deep, vicious growl coming toward her.

            Turning her head, she gasped. It was a herd of leucrotae. Ferocious wolf-dogs who could feign the voice of people in order to lure their prey into closer range. The Greek historian Photius had once described them as "brave as a lion, swift as a horse, and strong as a bull. They cannot be overcome by any weapon of steel...."

            And they were headed straight for them.

Chapter 15

            Ethon passed a friendly grin to Scorpio. "Hey,
cabron,
they're not really dogs. You can kill these without guilt, I promise."

            Scorpio pulled two swords out from the top of his boots and extended their blades.
"Lo que son?"

            Ethon unsheathed a sword of his own. "They're what happens when the gods get frisky with the wolves. Their offspring make all kinds of sickening things. Right, Fang?"

            "Blow me, Greek."

            "You're not my type."

            Dev rolled his eyes. "The leucrotae were created as guardians to the gods. Their hide is supposed to be so thick it's impenetrable to just about everything."

            Fang made a sound of utter annoyance. "I guess it's too much to ask if anyone happens to know a way to kill them?"

            Ethon laughed evilly. "Yeah, I think so. Ever play the old arcade game Joust?"

            "Yeah?"

            "Remember the invincible dragons?"

            Dev grimaced. "The ones you had to stab in the mouth when it was open to kill them?"

            "Exactly." Ethon saluted them with his sword. "May your stab be straight, my friends. If not, I'll see you in Tartarus...remember to avoid the grapes."

            The first hound to reach them went for Scorpio's throat. Hairless and bloodred, the hounds had small heads and a bony ridge that ran all the way down their spine to the tip of the burred tails that looked like a pointed mace--a mace they brandished with evil intent. With the teeth of a saber-toothed cat, the leucrotae were a force to be reckoned with.

            Sam felt completely helpless as Fang and Dev turned into animals to fight. Scorpio and Ethon hacked at the leucrotae and tried to drive them back into the dark abyss. One of the dogs came at her. Instinctively she tensed in expectation of the fight. But the hound went right up to her, sat on his haunches, then barked twice and returned to the fight.

            Two more hounds repeated the gesture, before they went on to ignore her while they attacked the others.

            How weird...

            "Lucky you." Ethon growled as he tried to pound the one off his forearm where its teeth were shredding his flesh.

            "Are they made of armor?" Scorpio asked in Spanish.

            Ethon cursed. "Not supposed to be. I think their flesh is just that strong. Remember, their weakness is their eyes and the soft tissue of their mouths."

            Sam felt completely helpless as she watched them fighting the hounds. What could she do? She kept trying to hit them, but her arms were worthless.

           
Wait...

            An idea struck her. She summoned her telekinesis. Throwing her hand out, she mentally grabbed a nearby rock and held her breath, hoping this would work. She concentrated and tried to lift it.

            It did!

            Her heart pounding, she threw it at the hound that was on Dev's leg. The rock hit it hard enough to knock the hound sideways. It yelped and growled, then returned to the fight as if nothing had happened.

            Now that she had a way to fight against the hounds, she joined the fray. She was even able to pry the jaws open on the one that had Ethon.

            "Bless you," he breathed, wringing his arm out of its bloodied razor-sharp jaws. But as soon as he threw that one off, three more latched on. "Gah, whoever heard of piranha Cujo? I am
never
going to own a dog again or anything that even remotely resembles one."

            Scorpio laughed. "They're not dogs, amigo. Is that not what you said to me?"

            "I lied and now the gods are punishing me for it." Ethon would be funny if they weren't all in the process of getting maimed.

            Sam used her powers to pull one off Dev. "You should have brought Chi for this."

            Ethon scoffed. "Oh, now why would I want to bring a demon expert into a demon realm to fight demons? Where would the challenge be in that?"

            Sam glared at him. "Bite him, Cujo. Right there in the fleshy part of his thigh where it'll really hurt."

            "Aigh!" Ethon cried as the dog did just what she told him to. He curled his lip at her. "That was wrong. Another inch and I'd be falsetto."

            She ignored his anger as she realized something...had that been a coincidence?

            Or did the dogs actually understand her?

            "Leucrotae, heel!"

            It did nothing to stop them. They kept gnawing, biting, and attacking her friends.

           
Maybe they don't understand the command.

            So she tried something that should make sense to them. "Leucrotae,
stamata
!"

            The hounds let go of their victims and stopped just like she'd ordered.

            Holy Zeus...it actually worked.
"Ela!"
She snapped her fingers to emphasize the "come here" command.

            Like clockwork the hounds withdrew to her side. Several of them jumped up as if trying to reach her.
"Kato!"
True to the word, they settled down.

            Incredible...

            Ethan's jaw hung wide open. "I can't believe it. Sam's queen of the Damned."

            Neither could she. It was a miracle.

            Dev shifted back into human form. Her stomach clenched at the sight of the bleeding wounds on his body. Still, he was gorgeous with his cheeks flushed from the fight and his muscles rigid from the blood pumping through them. "What else can you tell them to do?"

            Before she could answer, the ground under their feet began shaking again. The hounds howled, then bolted.

            Fang gave a low whistle as he manifested back into a human. "Anyone else think it might be a good idea to follow them?"

            Dev nodded.

            Fang returned to his wolf body to chase after the hounds.

            In human form, Dev started after him, then slipped as the dirt under his feet parted and sent him sliding sideways. A sharp, pointed boulder shot up from the ground, gouging his side while the black soil under him literally evaporated. There was nothing to hold on to. No way to catch his fall. He was going down.

            He knew it.

           
Sorry, Sam...

            Suddenly something wrapped around his wrist. Something that stung like a scorpion strike and jerked his arm so hard, he was amazed it was still attached. He dangled precariously over a deep cavern where flames danced, licking at his boots.

            Looking up, he saw Scorpio's determined grimace as he held tight to the whip he'd used to catch Dev before he'd fallen too deep to be saved. "Hold tight, Bear."

            Even though his wrist and forearm were bleeding and burning, Dev wrapped one hand around the coarse, braided leather and grabbed tight with the other. He wasn't about to let go.

            Sam came running. He saw the panic in her eyes that warmed him. Until the ground started shifting under Scorpio's feet. Gasping, Sam jumped back out of habit.

            Ah, shit...

            He heard the sound of the hounds screaming after they fell into the pits and were consumed.

            Sam wanted to cry as fear ripped through her. She had to do something. Closing her eyes, she reached deep into her powers to pull Dev up. Because he had his own powers and he was a living organism, it wasn't as easy to lift him as it had been with the rock. It took a lot more power and she wasn't used to it.

           
"Ay Dios,"
Scorpio breathed as his feet started slipping. "I can't hold him."

            The ground under Scorpio crumbled, sending dirt all over Dev. Sam wanted to scream as she saw images of Dev dying in the flames.

            There was nothing she could do.

            Out of nowhere, Fang shot forward. He knocked Scorpio sideways so hard that it cleared the shattering ground. But the jolt caused Scorpio to let loose the whip.

            "Dev!" she screamed.

            Ethon dove at the pit.

            Sam couldn't breathe as she closed her eyes. But she couldn't be blind to Dev's suffering. He was in this because of her.

           
I've killed him.

            Her premonition came back tenfold as bile rose in her throat. Tears scalded her eyes.

            "Damn, Bear...what did you eat? How much do you weigh? Ever heard of Weight Watchers? Dude, diet is not a four-letter word for someone who weighs in at a solid freakin' ton."

            She forced herself to look while Ethon continued berating Dev. To her complete shock, he had the whip and was trying to pull him up.

            Fang and Scorpion grabbed Ethon by the waist and added their power to his.

            She bit into her knuckle so hard, it bled.
Please, please, please...

            For the first time in centuries, she felt like the gods were on her side as they hauled him up.

            Dev slung his leg over the edge. Ethon grabbed him by the shirt and hauled him clear of the ravine. Then all of the men sprawled out on the ground.

            Ethon let out a sinister laugh. "I think I need a vacation."

            Fang groaned. "I need a new backbone that doesn't feel like someone did a two-step down it with steel-plated razor cleats."

            Scorpion sucked his breath in sharply between his teeth. "I need a
belleza
well tutored in massage."

            Dev rubbed his bleeding wrist. "I'm going with Scorpion. Except my
bonita
is unfortunately intangible at the moment, which doesn't do me any good."

            Everyone went silent as they became aware of the fact that Dev had just proclaimed her his. Publicly. Sam was stunned by his words.

            "Oh, c'mon, people," Ethon said in a mocking tone. "We're all adults. Not like we didn't know what was going on between them. You know Dev isn't risking his jewels 'cause she plays a mean game of pool, for Zeus's sake."

            Fang turned his head to pin Ethon with a gimlet stare. "That explains Dev. I'm here to keep his sister from beating on me if I let him get hurt. Neither of those explain why you two are signed up for this."

            Ethon scoffed. "Mine's simple. Brain damage."

            Scorpion shook his head. "I just like to kill things."

            Ethon rolled over and pushed himself to his feet. "But not dogs."

            "
Si
. No dogs."

            "Why?" Sam asked.

            Scorpio didn't answer as he flipped straight up into a fighting stance.

            Dev got up and helped Fang to his feet. "You think there's a rhythm to when the ground breaks on us or not?"

            Sam shook her head. "It's random."

            Ethon wiped at the blood on his forearm. "At least it got rid of our four-legged piranha problem."

            Yeah, but Sam wasn't so sure it was a good sign. She glanced around the overexposed landscape. It had such a weird orang-ish hue to everything. It looked like hell had been superimposed over New Orleans. She could see the street that had surrounded their circle. Only instead of a road, it was a burned-out hole. A blistering wind swept against them, making her hair sting her cheeks as it slapped against her face. Weird that she could feel that when she could feel nothing else.

            The men were on their feet now, moving toward the bank where water boiled against a dark purple shore. She had an overwhelming urge to hum a spooky tune. But she didn't think the guys would appreciate it. Plus, they were a little jumpy and on edge as all of them waited for the next attack.

            A whistle rent the air.

            Dev reached out toward her instinctively. It was an action that made her heart catch. But she wasn't the one in danger.

            He was.

            And all she wanted to do was wrap her body around his and shield him from harm. If only she could.

            Fang turned around looking for the source. "What is that sound?"

            Scorpio tucked his whip back around his waist and pulled out his swords again. "Is it just me or does that sound like wings?"

            Sam fell quiet to listen.

            He was right. It did have that swishing wing sound. Only these had to be huge wings to make the noise she heard.

            This wasn't good.

            Dev ground his teeth as he looked for the next threat that was coming for them. His entire body was aching all the way to the marrow of his bones. All he wanted was to find the damn girdle and get out of here before one of them was killed. Most of all, he wanted to go back to when it'd been just him and Sam in her house. To that moment of perfect bliss when there had been no danger. No goal. And they'd been naked in each other's arms.

            Weird how he didn't want to leave anymore and start over. He was perfectly content to stay, so long as she was with him.

            But then life was insidiously evil in that it seemed to always be a study in how hard it could kick you down. Like the king Tantalus that Ethon had mentioned earlier. Life dropped you neck-deep into the water you craved most, then the minute you stooped to drink, it evaporated. It let you starve while succulent grapes hung over your head, so close your fingertips could brush them, then the instant you reached out for one, a phantom breeze would blow them right out of your grasp. All the while you could see your desires so clearly, you could reach out and almost touch them, but you could never have them.

            That was what he hated most about it. Life was anti-happy.

            He glanced to Sam. Right now, he couldn't even touch her. She was completely intangible and yet there she shimmered in all her beauty. Calling out to him when he knew he couldn't have her, couldn't touch her. And right now, her features were pinched and strained with worry. Of everyone here, he knew exactly how much torture it was for her to not be able to really help them, and all he wanted to do was make it better.