The Darkest Kiss (31 page)

“You're right, no telling what he's doing.” Anya stretched like a contented cat. Buried under the thick covers as they were, their skin was slicked with sweat and she slid against him. “How do you feel?” she asked huskily.

“Better. The bullet popped out and the hole closed.” He caressed her cheek. “Thank you for the gifts of your love and your body.”

“Oh, anytime.”

“Are you sorry?” What if she had bound herself to his demon, as well? Gods. The thought horrified him.

“Hell, no!” She rolled onto her stomach, folded her arms and rested her cheek on her wrist. She peered over at him, more love than he'd ever seen in the blue depths of her eyes. “I'm, like, crazy-happy. That was absolutely, utterly, unbelievably, I'm-king-of-the-world amazing. But I know what you're thinking, and you can stop. Your demon can't get enough of me, and I have a thing for bad boys. Sure we don't have time for one more round? We could have a three-way. You, me and the demon.”

What had he ever done to deserve her? “I am sure.”

Pouting, she lumbered out of bed to dress. “Well, for future reference we need to get it on at least twice a day.”

“No. That, I will not agree to. We must get it on four times a day.”

That earned a soft chuckle from her.

Enchanted, he sat up. “Have you ever seen the Cage of Compulsion?”

As she tugged on her pants—surely it was a crime to cover such beautiful legs—she said, “No, but if I'm remembering my history lessons correctly, Cronus had Hephaistos the blacksmith make it for him because he had heard rumors of a coming insurrection and hoped to force battle plans and truths out of the beings he placed inside.”

Lucien frowned as he considered her words. “Such an item hardly seems likely to aid a search for Pandora's box.”

“Well, whoever is locked inside it is compelled to obey the command of its owner. I can only assume we're supposed to trap someone inside it and command them to tell us something. Maybe Hydra herself.”

He pondered that for a moment, his frown deepening. “If you were locked inside and the owner commanded you to kill yourself…”

“First of all, no one can lock me inside of anything because of my…” She paled, guilt filling her eyes.

He didn't want her feeling guilty about keeping the key. “Anya.”

“Yes,” she added with much less enthusiasm. “Without the key, yes, I would be forced to kill myself, unable to stop the action.”

His hands fisted on the covers. He didn't like the sound of this cage. He liked the idea of Cronus regaining possession of it even less. What else could he use to bargain for Anya's life, though?

Anya smiled at him, a little sad, as if she sensed his turmoil. Yes, she could, he realized a moment later, because
he
could suddenly feel
her
inner fear that he was not as healthy-looking as he'd appeared last night.

The bonding must allow them to sense each other's emotions. He even thought, if he tried, he would be able to read her mind.

“Up and at 'em, sexy,” she said with false cheer, just before flashing away.

He tensed. “Anya?” Where had she gone? And
why
had she gone? “Anya!”

Just as he was gearing up to track her down, she reappeared. She was holding a bundle of clothing, which she threw at him. “I know where William keeps his weapons. Want a few?”

Lucien relaxed and nodded.

She blinked at him in surprise. “Really? We'll be stealing.”

The corners of his mouth edged into a smile. “I have found that I do not mind that so much.”

“Right on, Flowers!” She gave him another grin, all hint of sadness gone, and he once more felt as though he'd conquered the world. “I must say, your miseducation is coming along nicely.”

“That's because my tutor is a strong and courageous woman and I will do anything to please her.” He quickly dressed and stood next to her, hating even the smallest distance. “She is everything to me, and her happiness is my happiness.”

Expression suddenly serious, Anya rose on her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Don't worry, lover. Everything really will be okay.”

Such assurance frightened him, because he knew it meant she was planning something. Something guaranteed to save him. Something foolish and reckless, like giving up the All-Key. She would weaken, like him. She would lose her powers, becoming vulnerable, trapped. He almost allowed himself to try to sweep into her mind, divine her thoughts, but stopped. She had willingly bound herself to him, and he would not betray her for it. Would not try to control her as the curse had intended.

“Anya,” he said, grabbing hold of her shoulders and shaking. “You promised me you would never—”

“Let's go get those weapons,” she interjected with another of those too-bright smiles. She disappeared a moment later, leaving him with nothing but air.

A
NYA SHOWED
L
UCIEN WHERE
William kept his weapons and together they liberated a machete, a hatchet and several bejeweled daggers. All while she kept up a steady chatter so that he wasn't given a chance to mention the All-Key again. When they finished, she materialized in the very cave she'd left the warrior in, Lucien hot on her heels.

Though she was dressed in her thermals and her coat, ice-cold air instantly assaulted her. Damn, she'd acclimated to the warmth; her body was no longer prepared for the chill. She shivered, her gaze locking on Lucien. His color was better, and he could stand without toppling over now, but there were shadows under his eyes and stress lines around his mouth.

He still wasn't operating at full strength, and that worried her. What's more, he thought he was going to die. Earlier, she'd
heard
the thought echo in his mind. She'd nearly burst into tears like a pitiful human.

“The cave is empty,” Lucien said, his shock clear.

Not only was it empty, it was clean, as if no one had ever been there. As if fighting and death had not taken place. Dread curled through her, blending with her already-raw emotions. “Where do you think William is?”

“Either heading home or on his way to the top.”

“Let's see if he's at the top, shall we?” She withdrew the mask she'd stuffed in her pocket and tugged it over her face, then flashed to the crest of the mountain, momentarily stunned by the abrupt change in temperature and light. The cave had been cold, but this…this was misery. Ice and frost formed in her nose and lungs; her blood turned to slush. Wind whipped, cutting like tiny knives. There was only the barest trace of golden moonlight, painting the rugged peaks with an ethereal hue.

Lucien…had not arrived yet, she realized.

She frowned, looking all around. She saw no sign of William, either. Just as she was about to flash herself back to the cave, Lucien finally appeared. He was wearing his mask, but she could feel the intensified fatigue radiating from him.

Shit. “No more flashing for you,” she told him firmly. It was draining what little energy she'd managed to give him.

“I'll do whatever needs to be done,” he replied, his tone just as firm as hers.

“Damn it, Lucien!” He was more important to her than anything else in the world. She would have offered Cronus the All-Key right then, anything to save her man, but she didn't trust the bastard. Once the king had the key, he could kill Lucien just to spite her for making him wait.

She had to be careful about how she went about this.

Her new plan was simple: find the cage, then somehow hide both it and Lucien. Lucien wanted it, and so he would get it. It was that simple. She wouldn't give the cage to Cronus in trade. Not when he could use it to find the box and hurt Lucien. No, she would trade the key instead, just like the old jerkoff wanted. There was no other way.

It was only a matter of time.

She rubbed her stomach to ward off the sudden ache.

“I still do not see William,” Lucien said, dragging her from her thoughts.

“I'm here,” a voice growled.

Anya turned and saw a silver spike clutched by a gloved hand slap over a ledge and embed at the top. William hefted himself up. His entire face was covered by a white mask, blending him into the snow. Except for his eyes. They seemed to glow brightly, a blue as deep as the ocean.

“A little help,” he snapped.

Lucien crouched and gripped his wrist. Maybe it was bad of her, but she'd rather William fall than put Lucien
at risk
for falling. Anya moved behind her lover and latched on to his waist, holding him steady. Together they dragged William's muscled body over the edge.

The warrior stood, shaking snow from his shoulders. He even hunched over, trying to suck air into his lungs. “Been years since I've had to do that.”

“You should look into flashing,” she offered helpfully.

Still crouched, he reached up and flipped her off.

She chuckled.

Lucien snorted.

“I'm surprised you didn't head home,” she said.

“And give you more reason to burn my book or tear out the pages?” William straightened and his glowing gaze slid over the vast expanse of snow. There was nothing but blanket after blanket of white as swirls whisked on the breeze, like glitter in the fickle haze of the moon. Then his attention turned to Lucien. “You're looking well, considering your recent injuries.”

“Where could a monster hide in
this?
” Lucien asked, ignoring the compliment.

“She could be a chameleon,” Anya suggested. “She could be the color of snow and we could be standing on her right now.”

Everyone looked down. A few minutes passed, and nothing happened. There was a collective sigh of disappointment.

William focused on her, opened his mouth, closed it. Seeing the weapon strapped to her back and peeking over her shoulder samurai-style, he frowned. “Nice sword,” he said drily.

“Thanks.”

“It's one of my favorites.”

“If you're nice, I'll give it back to you in a year or two.”

“You're so good to me.”

“I know. Now, I believe we were talking about Hydra.”

William paused, studied the land again. “Well. Where to now?”

“This way,” Lucien said, motioning them forward.

Anya stifled a groan but kicked into motion. “Don't tell me we've got miles of hiking to do. I might just sink into a fit of the vapors.”

“Stay on alert,” Lucien said, and the three of them inched along for several hours.

At first, she felt like a piece of ice bobbing in a glass of soda. Then her entire body went numb. That should have made things easier, but it didn't. Moving her arms and legs was like moving thousand-pound logs.

“Remind me why I like you,” William said, breaking the silence. “Remind me why I welcome you into my home time and time again, even knowing trouble's going to follow you. 'Cause right now, I can't remember.”

“You welcome her because she brings excitement and passion everywhere she goes,” Lucien answered.

Ah. She melted inside, sudden warmth combating the numbness. Grinning up at him, she patted his shoulder. He was holding up well. He hadn't stumbled once, even though his legs felt like lead weights to him and Death was clamoring inside his head, demanding to collect souls, but wanting to stay with her.

Being able to read him so easily was wicked-cool, she decided. And knowing his sweet little evil demon purred for her, liked her even, was wondrous. Two bad boys for the price of one. Couldn't get any better than that. Still, she hated that Lucien was suffering.
Soon,
she vowed.
Soon that would end.

He reached over and squeezed her hand, as if sensing her plan to contact Cronus. Okay. Maybe this reading each other thing wasn't so cool, after all. What would she do if he tried to stop her?

“Anyone know what Hydra is like?” she asked to distract him. “Good fighter?”

“She is unbeatable, and every time you cut off her head another will grow in its place.” William sighed, a little dejected. “Do you really think you can beat such a creature, Anya? You're strong, but not
that
strong.”

One of the spikes in Lucien's boot hit an icy rock that refused to break, and he stumbled. Weakened as he was becoming again, a moment passed before he was able to right himself. Anya didn't want William to think Lucien was less a warrior, so she forced her hands to remain at her sides rather than reaching out to help.

“What's wrong with you now?” William asked Lucien. “Anya wear you out or something?”

She slapped William's arm. “Don't talk about him like that.
He
wore
me
out.”

“Ow,” Willie complained. “That hurt. You're stronger than you think and pack one hell of a punch.”

“Hush, you big baby. I thought I wasn't
that
strong.”

“Well?” he prompted Lucien, not hushing. He did it just to spite her, she knew. “What's wrong with you?”

Lucien shrugged. “If the enemy assumes I am weakened, he will underestimate me.”

William thought about that for several seconds, then nodded. “True. But I don't see any enemies around.”

“Time will tell,” Lucien said.

Anya experienced a wave of pride.
That's my boy.

Another cold burst of wind cut through them. “What did you do with the Hunters' bodies?” Lucien asked William.

“I took care of them,” was the staunch reply. “That's all that matters.”

Anya had enjoyed fighting and killing them. They'd hoped to hurt and ultimately kill Lucien, and anyone who meant Lucien harm was now her enemy, as well. She would kill without hesitation. Without remorse. Without mercy.

“Why would you bother?” Ice chunks splattered from the toe of Lucien's boot and stuck to his leg.

There was a slight hesitation as William lifted his mask and scrubbed the sheen of ice from his lips. Mist puffed around his face. “If someone found them, humans would flood these mountains in droves to investigate their murder.”

“Smart,” Anya said. “Gods, where the hell is Hydra? I don't even see footprints and I'm starting to feel seriously PO'd, like I picked the wrong place and she's moved out of the Arctic. That would make me a big dummy and severely damage my street cred.”

Lucien lifted his mask, lifted hers and pressed a quick kiss on her lips, decided that wasn't enough and gave her a second kiss, lingering over her mouth and tracing the seam with his tongue. His sensual fragrance filled her nose, drugging her with passion. “You are not a dummy.”

“Yuck.” William pretended to gag. “That's disgusting.” Then he gaped at her. “You're bonded, aren't you? You gave in to your curse. For him.
Why?
”

“Love isn't disgusting, and that's all I'm saying about that.” With regret, she pulled away from Lucien, righted her mask and slapped William's arm. “Just wait until it's your turn. I hope your soul mate drives you insane and wants nothing to do with you.”

“I could be so lucky.”

“We'll see,” she said cryptically.

William ground to a halt, eyes practically glowing through the clear lenses shielding them from cold. “What do you know? Have you heard something? What have you heard, Anya?”

Wasn't nice to tease him like this, she thought with an inward smile. He avoided love because of the prophecy that hung over his head. He'd never told her exactly what the prophecy was and she hadn't had the patience to try to decode that cryptic book of ancient rhymes and ominous warnings.

“I haven't heard anything,” she admitted. A week ago she would have lied and told him she knew something. She would have had him begging for the information, and that would have delighted her.

Lucien must be having a negative affect on her. Next she'd probably stop stealing. A grin curled the corners of her mouth. She'd probably be too busy having sex to bother with stealing, so that was a fair trade.

“You suck.” William sighed and pushed back into motion.

Though she was tired and only growing more so, Anya managed to keep pace beside him. Soon she was stumbling over every block of ice in her path. “How much longer are we going to look?” she moaned. “Not that I want to give up or anything. I don't. I won't. I'm just wondering.”

Lucien wrapped his arm around her, offering comfort, warmth and love. Her feet ached, she was bitterly cold, and yes, part of her wanted this night to be over with so she could be alone with him, pleasuring his body and—after the loving—thinking about how best to handle Cronus. But when Lucien was near her like this, none of the bad stuff mattered. Only finding that stupid cage mattered.

Suddenly William planted his feet into the ground. Anya only realized what he'd done when she glanced to the side and he was no longer there. She and Lucien shared a measured look before backtracking.

“What the hell is that?” William gasped out. He'd paled.

“Where?” She studied the surrounding area, noting that it appeared to be an exact replica of every other mile they'd trudged. “I don't see anything.”

“There,” Lucien said, excitement in the undercurrents of his voice. He pointed.

She followed the line of his finger. At first, she saw only ribbons of dancing snow. Then, as amber moonlight glinted against the white flakes, she noticed the shimmery outline of an arched…doorway? Somehow the air was thicker there, like clear, rippling water.

Whooping, she threw her arms around Lucien. “This is it. This has to be it! Where do you think it leads?”