Twisted Fate: Of Love And Darkness Part 11

"You know this for a fact?" Gavin demanded.

"It's the way it is. I'm sorry."

"Maybe she's not the only one." Fragile hope bloomed in Gavin's voice.

William hesitated. "I've searched. I've had others searching. I did not want to believe it, either. But we haven't been able to locate a single other Chala. What if she is the last of her kind? What if she really is the last hope for the Light Ones? With your curse, you know you can't keep her from her destiny."

"d.a.m.n it." Gavin kicked at the snow. "She's mine."

"I'm sorry, Gavin."

"G.o.dd.a.m.n it!"

Chapter 9.

Training officially began the following morning. They borrowed Hilde's snowplow and cleared the garden area behind the pole barn, and the first thing Gavin did was get into a heated argument with Sydney because she insisted on joining them.

She hadn't expected him to be so adamant, after the night before. When he joined her in bed that night, there had been an intensity about him that had both been thrilling and slightly frightening. It was almost as if he needed to couple with her. She had the strangest feeling that in his mind, he honestly believed it.

Afterward, he had been reluctant to let her go again, as if he needed to touch her, to be inside her. As if he felt that if he pulled out, he might never have the chance to couple with her again. He clung to her, and they fell asleep that way, and he'd still been inside her when they woke up this morning. So they made love again, with that same intensity, and she was certain the only reason they even climbed out of bed at all was because William pounded on the door and informed them he was sending the entire household in after them if they did not get up in the next five minutes.

And here they were, arguing in front of everyone, because Gavin was too d.a.m.ned stubborn to see that she needed to train too. She needed to defend herself. She could not, she would not rely on everyone else to protect her. And he had to understand. Well, he didn't have to understand, she supposed, but he did have to let her.

"Keep pus.h.i.+ng me and I'm going to use my magic mojo on you," Sydney warned, finally losing her temper.

Gavin snorted. "You don't even know how to control whatever the h.e.l.l magic you possess."

She focused on some point over his shoulder. When he turned to see what she was looking at, he received a s...o...b..ll in the face. When he spun back around, Sydney smirked. She heard several sn.i.g.g.e.rs from the other s.h.i.+fters standing nearby. He stabbed his finger into her chest, his silver-blue eyes glowing like white embers.

"You want to train? Get ready, Chala. I'm about to kick your a.s.s."

He was right, of course, but Sydney would be d.a.m.ned if she'd admit it. Instead, after practice, she had Hilde stand guard while she soaked in a tubful of steaming water. Unfortunately, Hilde was no match for Gavin when he was determined, and she barely had a chance to enjoy the heat before he stood over her, watching her with that same intensity that gave her chills and heated her insides all at the same time.

Without a word, he shed his clothing and climbed into the tub, sliding down behind her, and pulling her up flush against his chest. His erection pressed against her backside, and his touch was already healing her overworked muscles. He picked up a washcloth, rolled the bar of soap for a moment, and then smoothed the washcloth slowly over her shoulder, down onto her chest, and over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

She sucked in a breath when he brushed the soapy cloth over her nipples then clenched her muscles and lifted slightly off his lap. When she slid back down, his erection was nestled between her outer folds. She rolled her hips and they both hissed as they exhaled.

"We fit each other," he murmured, as he lifted his hips, pressing his erection closer to her opening. She squirmed impatiently and he dropped the washcloth and let his hand travel south, under the water, over her stomach, until his fingers touched tight little curls.

She let her head loll onto his shoulder. "We do," she agreed.

"Do you think it'll be like this with anyone else?"

Sydney gave a purely feminine smile. "There won't ever be anyone else."

He grabbed her hips and thrust, impaling her. She arched her back and turned her head, seeking his lips. He twisted one hand into her hair and held her there, so he could kiss her and make love to her at the same time.

"Wait," Sydney said, tearing her lips away. "Stop."

"Can't." Gavin gasped as he grasped her hips and held her as he pressed upward again and again.

"Protection!" Sydney gasped. "No protection!" She clawed at the side of the tub, at his arm, as she felt her o.r.g.a.s.m welling. "Oh G.o.d, Gavin!"

"Can't-stop!" He wheezed as he pumped three more times and then exploded.

Sydney let out a small shriek as she followed him over the edge and then collapsed back against his chest, slos.h.i.+ng water over the side of the tub in the process.

They lay like that for a few moments. Sydney thought she may have even dozed off for a time. But eventually, reality intruded, and she sat up and climbed out of the tub, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself.

"You did that on purpose, Gavin," she accused as she grabbed a second towel and began to dry her hair.

"Did what? Have s.e.x with you? Yes, I did." He stood, and she turned away from the sight of water sloughing off his perfect and lickable body.

"Had s.e.x without protection," she qualified. "I told you I'm not ready. But you just never listen, do you? d.a.m.n it, Gavin, I can't live like this. You have to learn to respect my feelings." She flung a dry towel at him and stormed out of the bathroom.

Gavin stood in the tub, holding the towel in his hands, staring at the door through which she'd just exited. He hadn't had unprotected s.e.x with her on purpose, at least not consciously.

But he wasn't sorry he had.

It took him two days to woo Sydney back into his bed, and it was two days of pure and utter purgatory. How the h.e.l.l was he supposed to give her up to someone else-permanently-when he couldn't bear to be without her for two lousy days?

Light Ones continued to arrive, almost on a daily basis. It was mind-blowing really, that every frigging Light One in the world could find them, but not a single Rakshasa had become aware of their location. He had scouts positioned on the perimeter of the lands as well as out by the freeway, since that was the most logical way they would arrive. So far, the only sign of s.h.i.+fters were Light Ones.

"It's because of Sydney," William informed him, during their first conversation since he made his big, devastating announcement that in order for the Light One species to continue on, Gavin would have to give up Sydney so she could mate with another. But not yet. He wasn't ready yet.

"Until she mates with a Light One, they will continue to seek her out. And eventually, they will lead the Rakshasa to us, inadvertent as it might be."

"You're just chockfull of joy and happiness, aren't you?" Gavin replied acidly, and then he strode away.

For two weeks, Gavin trained them mercilessly. He whipped them into shape, forcing them through drill after drill of strengthening exercises, before moving on to basic fighting moves. Someone asked when they were going to get to battle with weapons and Gavin made an example of him in front of everyone else. Then he informed the young upstart that until he learned to defend himself with his hands, he didn't deserve to use a weapon.

Despite his growing feelings for Sydney, Gavin found himself studying his army, watching them, a.n.a.lyzing them . . . and trying to figure out if one of them would be good enough to be her mate. To lay with her, to pleasure her, to give her a child. To give her multiple children. A handful of boys and girls each would be nice. Chala and Light Ones. The very thing Gavin wanted to give her.

William somehow figured out his plan, and had his own opinion. "Go with Quentin. He'll do only what's necessary to get her with child. That way, you won't lay awake at night, torturing yourself with thoughts of what they're doing together."

Gavin growled at him. "Why? So you'll have your boy toy close at hand?"

William gave Quentin a look of intense longing from across the yard.

"Unfortunately, that has nothing to do with it. When Sydney takes a Light One to mate, I will be forced to let her go, too." He looked very sad at the prospect.

As far as Gavin was concerned, the only person who would win in this whole saving the world routine was whoever was lucky enough to be Sydney's mate. Well, him and the rest of the world. b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

Gavin was pretty sure by the end of the second week that he'd made his choice. He hated it, of course, but he knew d.a.m.n well he didn't have any other option. The curse would not let him be selfish, not in this respect.

He had to give Prim props. The Fate knew what the h.e.l.l she was doing. He would be utterly miserable, probably would at some point sacrifice himself for the sake of the battle, but at least Sydney would be free to mate with the correct type of s.h.i.+fter, and thus, eventually, save the world.

His name was Brandon Haines, and he hailed from Texas. He was 224 years old and was a direct descendent of a Chala. He had streaked blond hair and pale blue eyes and a chiseled, Greek G.o.d-like body. He was quiet and emanated confidence, and with good reason. He was by far the best of Gavin's entire army. Even Hugo couldn't best him. Gavin had, but he'd struggled far more than he had with anyone else.

He was also one of the few who had made his way to their private training grounds not because he hoped to mate with the Chala, but because he sensed something big was going down, and he wanted to be part of it. Gavin thought it was a little odd that he wasn't fawning over Sydney like everyone else was, until he followed Brandon one night, and discovered he regularly paid visits to a hole-in-the-wall bar in the nearest town, hooking up with one of the human bartenders at the end of her s.h.i.+ft, before heading back to Hilde's home, and another day of grueling practice. He never once complained, and he never bragged about his conquest. Gavin couldn't help but respect him.

Sydney, too, was coming along swimmingly. Amazingly so, considering she'd lived thirty years believing she was human, and, despite what she said when she first met him, had absolutely no defensive training whatsoever. But she had determination on her side, and a fierce desire not to be the weakest link in the chain.

She had no worries in that respect. After only two weeks, she could best half the team in one-on-one combat. Granted, they were all still mooning after her and thus refused to actually try very hard, but nonetheless, enough of them did give it their all, and she still won. Gavin couldn't have been more proud. And so, reluctantly, he began to team her with Brandon during practice. Just to see how well they worked together.

He wasn't sure if he was disappointed or elated when they quickly became an almost inseparable team on the practice field. They'd begun to spend more and more time together off the practice field, too. So much so that Gavin was beginning to feel jealous, despite the fact that Brandon was the one he chose for her, and he should be happy they were getting along so well.

"So he's the one, is he?"

William walked up to stand next to Gavin, while he watched Sydney and Brandon erupt into an impromptu s...o...b..ll fight. Gavin had called a halt to training for the day, because it had been almost flawless, and he knew that even those facing an imminent war needed a break every now and then. For nearly a month, they'd trained relentlessly, and so far, there'd been no sign of the enemy. He still had no doubt they'd come, but he was no longer afraid it would take them unaware, or that his team would not be ready. In fact, he was pretty d.a.m.ned confident they could quite possibly win this battle. And if they won this one, it would give them the strength to win the rest.

"Do you approve?" Gavin asked the Fate. He wasn't sure he particularly cared about the Fate's opinion, but William cared about Sydney, and Gavin figured the Fate would sleep better at night if he knew Sydney was left in capable hands.

William watched the s...o...b..ll fight for a few minutes. "He isn't you," he said after a while.

Gavin shrugged, feigning indifference.

"What will you do? When you let her go?"

Drown myself in a pool of misery. The thought was so ridiculously poetic, he almost laughed.

"There's a girl, down in Detroit. I'll probably let her help me forget, for a while. Then . . . who knows?"

"You think you can ever forget?"

"You think I have a choice?"

Before William could respond, if he intended to at all, Sydney rushed up to them, with Brandon walking sedately behind her, a slight smile on his lips. It wasn't a c.o.c.ky smile. It was just an "I'm in a good place" smile.

It occurred to him that Brandon was better for Sydney than he was in a lot of ways. He had a lot of baggage, in the form of his curse that would never go away, no matter how many centuries he and Sydney got to spend together. As far as he could tell, Brandon didn't have a single ounce of baggage.

Laughing, Sydney wrapped her arms around Gavin's waist and swung herself back and forth, lifting her face to the sky and closing her eyes, a look of almost pure, utter bliss on her face. She was so freaking beautiful, it took Gavin's breath away. He blinked and realized both William and Brandon were watching him intently. He cleared his throat and dislodged Sydney's arms from around his body.

"Hey, what do y'all think about heading over to that bar, over near the interstate? We could use a break, don't you think, boss?" Brandon's gaze flicked to Sydney and then settled on Gavin, almost as if he couldn't decide which one of them was the boss.

Gavin had begun to notice that a lot lately. The more involved she became in practice and training and strategy-planning, the more the rest of the group looked to her for leaders.h.i.+p. Gavin suspected that if he did die, they would all simply turn to Sydney and wait for her to dictate the next move.

Before Gavin could give his a.s.sent, Sydney said, "Let's ask if anyone else wants to go."

Inspiration struck at that moment. "No," Gavin said. "Let's just go. Just us. You, me, Brandon, and the Fate here. Don't you get tired of having everyone else around, all the time?"

If she wondered why he included Brandon in their small group, she didn't mention it. Probably, she figured it was because he was standing there at the time, and it had been his idea, after all.

They piled into Brandon's extended cab pickup truck and headed into town. Sydney sat up front with Brandon, and Gavin felt a twinge of annoyance when she dropped her arm over the back of the seat and groped around for his hand to hold. She was supposed to be getting closer to Brandon, not displaying her affection for Gavin. He glared at the Fate when William covered a laugh with a fake cough. He was getting too d.a.m.n much enjoyment out of this.

The bar was a squat, rectangular building surrounded by asphalt and aging pickup trucks. A neon sign flashed, advertising a specific brand of beer, and the beginning strains of "Free Bird" could be heard drifting through the closed entrance door. Brandon's truck was the youngest in the lot.

"I remember coming here for ice cream in the summer, when I was a teenager," Sydney said, turning to William and smiling. She climbed out of the truck and paused, frowning.

"What is it?" Gavin was at her side in an instant.

"I don't know. A weird sensation. Like when I met you, and when that Rakshasa attacked me, down in Detroit."

Gavin positioned himself in front of her and immediately scanned the surrounding area. Had the Rakshasa finally found them? They were almost completely helpless out here at this tiny bar, with the rest of their crew five miles away and oblivious to the situation.

Brandon pointed at a cl.u.s.ter of old oak trees in the distance. "There's a scout right there, watching us. One of our own. He would have warned us if something wasn't right. I'm sure it's his presence you're feeling."

Sydney stared at the cl.u.s.ter of trees for a few moments.

"Do you want to go back?"

She shook her head. "No. Brandon's right, I'm sure. Come on, let's go inside. We need this, just to relax and turn it all off for a little while."

They headed inside. It was still early on a Thursday afternoon, so there were only a handful of patrons sitting at the bar and cl.u.s.tered around small tables near a chipped vinyl dance floor. A large mirror, etched with the word 'Budweiser,' hung over the bar. The standard array of liquor bottles lined the shelf under the mirror. A twenty-something woman with tattoos on her arms and a ring in her nose tended bar. Another young woman c.o.c.ktailed the few tables containing patrons.

"Not the bar. I don't like to have my back to the door," Gavin stated when Brandon started walking that way.

"Over there, then," Brandon suggested, pointing at a four-top table situated in a windowless corner, far from the door. The restrooms were on the opposite end of the room, down a short hallway next to the bar.

"I'm going to go feed the jukebox, find some better music," William said as he wrinkled his nose.

Sydney laughed. "I'll go with you to make sure you don't embarra.s.s us too much with your taste in music." As they crossed the dance floor they argued over which artist and song was better.

Brandon and Gavin claimed the four-top. The bartender hung over the end of the bar, asked for their orders. Gavin ordered wine for Sydney and William, a shot of Jack, neat, for himself. Brandon ordered a beer, drawled that the bartender knew what he liked. She smiled the sort of smile that indicated yes, she knew precisely what he liked.

Now or never, Gavin decided. He didn't think Brandon held any feelings for the human bartender, but just in case, he wanted to nip that relations.h.i.+p in the bud. And tear out his own heart in the process.

"I want you to mate with her," Gavin blurted before he lost his nerve. The words felt like gla.s.s, sc.r.a.ping his throat as he said them.

Brandon gave him a blank look. "Who?"

"Sydney."

The blank look morphed into confusion. "The Chala?"

"Yeah, but I recommend you not call her that, at least not to her face. She doesn't appreciate it the way you and I do."

"What the h.e.l.l are you getting at, Gavin?" Confusion morphed into anger. Why was he angry? Wasn't it every Light One's dream to mate with a Chala?

The bartender placed their drinks on the end of the bar. Gavin stood and transferred them to the table and waited for her to walk far enough away that she could not overhear their conversation. A quick glance told him Sydney and William still stood near the jukebox. William's flapping arms indicated they were arguing over the playlist. Good. He clearly needed a little time to persuade Brandon.

Which was weird. Why did Gavin need to persuade him?