Lords Of The Underworld - The Darkest Night Part 3
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She opened her mouth to say...what? She didn't know. In the end, it didn't matter. He stopped her with a quick shake of his head. "Never mind. You aren't welcome here, so your explanation is moot. Return to the city. Whatever you came here for, you will not receive."
"But-but..." She couldn't allow him to send her away. She needed him. Yes, she'd only just met him. Yes, the only things she knew about him were his name and the fact that he threw daggers with expert precision. But she was already horrified at the thought of losing the silence. "I want to stay with you." She knew desperation seeped from her, but she didn't care. "Please. Just for a little while. Until I learn how to control the voices myself."
Instead of softening, he seemed infuriated by her plea. His nostrils flared and a muscle ticked in his jaw. "Your babbling will not distract me. You're Bait. You have to be. Otherwise you would be running from me in fear."
"I'm not bait." Whatever bait was. "Swear to G.o.d." She reached out and gripped his forearms, the flesh firm and solid, unbelievably hot and utterly electrifying underneath her hand. Tingles speared her arm. "I don't even know what you're talking about."
Quick as a snap, he slashed out a hand and caught the base of her skull, jerking her forward into a beam of moonlight. The action didn't hurt her. On the contrary, she experienced another electrical jolt. Her stomach quivered.
He didn't speak, just studied her with an intensity that bordered on cruelty. She studied him, too, shocked as something began to flash... swirl... materialize under his skin. A face, she realized with macabre awe. Another face. Her heart skipped a beat. Can't be a demon, can't be a demon. He made the voices stop. He and the others have done wonderful things for this city. It's just a trick of the light.
While she could still see Maddox's features, she could also see that shadow of someone-something-else. Red, glowing eyes.
Skeletal cheekbones. Sharp-as-daggers teeth.
Please be a trick of the light.
But the more that skeletal countenance stared at her, the less she could pretend it was an illusion.
"Do you want to die?" Maddox-or the skeleton?-demanded, the words so guttural they were barely more than an animalistic growl."No." He could kill her, but she'd die with a smile. Two minutes of silence were worth more to her than a lifetime of noise.
Scared but determined, and still tingling because of his fever-touch, she raised her chin. "I need your help. Tell me how to control my power and I'll leave here and now. Or let me stay with you and learn how it's done."
He released her, then reached for her again, then stopped and fisted his hand. "I do not know why I am hesitating," he said, even as he eyed her mouth with what might have been longing. "Midnight is closing in, and you need to be as far away from me as possible."
The moment the last word left him, he frowned. A second later, he barked, "Too late! Pain is searching for me." He inched away from her, that skeletal mask still flas.h.i.+ng behind his skin. "Run. Go back to the city. Now!"
"No," she said with only the slightest tremble. Only a fool ran from heaven-even if that piece of heaven possessed a transparent face straight from h.e.l.l.
Cursing under his breath, Maddox jerked the two blades from the tree and pushed to his feet. His gaze lifted skyward, past snow and treetops to the half moon. His frown became fierce, angry. One step, two, he backed away.
Ashlyn used the tree as leverage and stood. Her knees knocked together, nearly collapsing under her weight. Suddenly she could feel the icy wind again, could hear the whisper of chatter closing in on her. A cry of despair rose inside her.
Three steps, four.
"Where are you going?" she asked. "Don't leave me here."
"No time to take you to shelter. You'll have to find it on your own." He wheeled around, giving her a view of his wide shoulders and stiff, retreating back, before throwing over his shoulder, "Do not return to this hill, woman. Next time, you will not find me so generous."
"I'm not going back. Wherever you go, I'll follow." A threat, yes, but one she intended to uphold.
Maddox stopped and whipped to face her, baring his teeth in another fearsome scowl. "I could kill you here and now, Bait, as I know I should. How would you follow me then?"
Bait again. Her heart drummed erratically in her chest, but she met his stare dead on, hoping she appeared stubborn and determined rather than simply petrified. "Believe me, I'd rather you do so than leave me alone with the voices."
A curse, a hiss of pain. He doubled over.
Losing her bravado in the face of concern, Ashlyn raced to him. She splayed her fingers over his back and searched for injury.
Anything that crumpled this hulking beast had to be excruciating. He shoved her away, however, and she stumbled from the unexpected force.
"No," he said, and she would have sworn he spoke with two separate voices. One a man's. The second... something so much more powerful. It boomed like a thunderstorm, echoing in the night. "No touching."
"Are you hurt?" She righted herself, trying not to reveal just how badly his actions cut. "Maybe I can help. I-"
"Leave or die." He spun and leapt forward, disappearing into the night.
Chatter crashed into her mind, as if it had merely been awaiting his departure. Now it seemed louder than ever before, blaring after the precious silence.
Langnak ithon kel moradni.Stumbling in the same direction Maddox had taken, Ashlyn covered her ears. "Wait." She moaned. Shut up, shut up, shut up.
"Wait. Please."
Her foot tangled with a broken limb and she toppled again to the ground. A sharp ache tore through her ankle. Whimpering, she dragged herself to her hands and knees and crawled.
Ate teleted let minket veszejbe.
Couldn't stop. Had to reach him. Wind beat against her, as sharp as the daggers Maddox carried.
On and on the voices clamored.
"Please," she cried. "Please."
A fierce roar split the night, shaking the ground, rattling the trees.
Suddenly Maddox was beside her again, drowning out the voices. "Foolish Bait," he spat. More to himself, he added, "Foolish warrior."
Crying out in relief, she threw her arms around him. Holding tight. Never wanting to let go-even if he did still wear that eerie skeletal mask. Tears streamed down her cheeks, crystallizing on her skin. "Thank you. Thank you for coming back. Thank you."
She buried her head in the hollow of his neck, exactly as she'd wanted to do earlier. When her cheek brushed his bare skin, she s.h.i.+vered, those warm tingles rus.h.i.+ng through her once more.
"You'll come to regret this," he said, sweeping her up and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
She didn't care. She was with him, the voices gone, and that was all that mattered.
Maddox sped into motion, maneuvering around those ghostly trees. Every so often, he grunted as if in pain. Snarled as if in a rage. Ashlyn begged him to set her down so that she could spare him the burden of her weight, but he squeezed the inside of her thigh, a silent command for her to shut the h.e.l.l up. Finally she relaxed against him and simply enjoyed the ride.
If only that joy could have lasted.
CHAPTER THREE.
Get home, get home, get home. Maddox chanted the command in his mind, trying to distract himself from the pain. Trying to dampen the urge to do violence... an urge that was building steadily. The woman-Ashlyn-bounced on his shoulder, an unwelcome reminder that he could break at any moment and slaughter everything around him. Her, especially.
You wanted to drown in a woman, the spirit taunted. Here's your chance. Drown in her blood.
His hands curled into fists. He needed to think, but couldn't do so over the pain. She had mentioned a power, asked for his help.
Hadn't she? Some of what she had said was lost amidst the roar in his head. All he knew for certain was that he should have left her behind as he'd intended.
But he had heard her cry out, a tortured sound-the sort of crazed groan Maddox himself had often wanted to release.
Something inside him had reacted deeply, and he'd been filled with a need to help her, a need to touch her soft skin just one more time. A need that had somehow proven stronger than Violence. An amazing, unbelievable feat.
Previous Top NextAnd so he'd returned to her, even though he'd known she was in more danger with him than she was alone in the forest. Even though he'd known she had most likely been sent to distract him and help Hunters gain access to the fortress.
Fool. Now she was draped over him, her feminine scent teasing his nose, her soft curves his to explore.
Or slice, the demon goaded.
Hauntingly beautiful as she was, it was easy to understand why the Hunters had sent her. Who would want to mar such lush femininity? Who would turn such blatant sensuality away? Not him, it seemed.
Fool, he inwardly cursed again. Hunters! They truly were in Budapest, their tattoos a grim reminder of those dark, dark days in Greece. Clearly they were once more out for blood, for each of the four men following Ashlyn had carried a gun and silencer.
For mortals, they'd fought with expert skill.
Maddox had emerged the victor in that b.l.o.o.d.y tete-a-tete, but he had not emerged unscathed. His lower leg had been sliced, and one of his ribs was surely cracked.
Time, it seemed, had only honed their skills.
He wondered how Ashlyn would react when she found out they were gone. Would she cry? Scream? Rail? Would she attack him in a grief-stricken rage?
Did any others wait in town?
At the moment, he couldn't seem to make himself care. Holding Ashlyn in his arms, he was transported, the h.e.l.l that was his life momentarily receding, leaving only... something he didn't think he could rightly name. Desire, perhaps. No. He discarded the word instantly. It failed to explain the intensity of the rush, the heat.
Instant obsession, maybe.
Whatever it was, he didn't like it. It was more powerful than anything he'd experienced before, threatening to control him.
Maddox did not need another force trying to pull his strings.
She was just so... lovely. So lovely it almost hurt to gaze upon her. Her skin was smooth and supple, like cinnamon dipped in a honey pot then churned into lickable cream. Her eyes were that same honey shade and so haunted they made his chest hurt.
He'd never seen a mortal look so tormented and felt a strange kind of kins.h.i.+p with her.
While strands of long, silky hair, also the color of honey yet veined with copper and quartz, had wisped around her delicate features, he'd ached. He'd wanted. Wanted to touch, to taste. Wanted to devour. Consume. But he hadn't wanted to hurt. The knowledge still amazed him.
Ashlyn... Her name whispered through his mind, as delicate as the woman herself. Taking her to the fortress was against the rules, a threat to their most guarded secrets. He should be ashamed of himself for carrying her forward rather than away, and she should be crying in terror.
Apparently should did not mean anything to either of them.
Why wasn't she crying? More importantly, why hadn't she cried? When he'd first pounced on her, clearly splattered with the blood of her allies, a delicious smile had lit her face, her plump lips showcasing perfect white teeth.
Remembering that smile, Maddox experienced a jolt of blistering arousal. Underneath it, however, confusion still lingered.
Though it had been an eternity since he'd last dealt with Bait, he could not recall the Hunters' decoys ever being so transparent in their satisfaction.Not even Hadiee, the Bait who had helped bring Baden, keeper of Distrust, to his knees. Hadiee had played the abused, frightened soul to perfection. Seeing her, Baden had decided to act without suspicion for the first time since his demon had been placed inside him. Or maybe not. Maddox had always wondered if the man had wanted to die. If so, he'd gotten his wish. He'd been stabbed in the throat moments after opening his spiti to Hadiee-who in turn allowed armed Hunters inside.
Most likely, the stabbing alone would not have killed Baden. The Hunters, however, then proceeded to decapitate him. Baden hadn't stood a chance. Not even an immortal could recover from that.
He'd been a good man, a fine warrior, and hadn't deserved such a b.l.o.o.d.y demise. Maddox, however...
My murder would be justified.
The Bait before Hadiee had seduced Paris. Not that such a thing required much effort. During the act, Hunters had crept inside the woman's bedroom and stabbed the warrior in the back, attempting to weaken him before going for his head.
Paris, though, was strengthened by s.e.x. Even injured, he'd managed to fight his way free and kill everyone around him.
Maddox couldn't imagine the woman in his arms being cowardly enough to strike from behind. She had faced him and hadn't backed down, even when the spirit inside of him clamored for release. Perhaps Ashlyn was innocent. He hadn't found cameras or dynamite on the trees where she'd lingered. Perhaps- "Perhaps you are more a fool than you realize," he muttered.
"What?"
He ignored her, knowing it was safer that way. Her voice was soft and lilting and prodded at the spirit, mocking in its gentleness.
Best to keep her silent.
Finally he spotted the dark, crumbling stone of the fortress. None too soon. An excruciating pain ripped through his stomach, almost knocking him to the ground.
Violence poured through his veins and s.h.i.+mmered in his blood. Kill. Hurt. Maim.
"No."
Kill, hurt, maim.
"No!"
Killhurtmaim.
"Maddox?"
The spirit roared, desperate, so desperate for release. Fight it, he commanded himself. Remain calm. He drew air into his lungs, held it, slowly released it. Killhurtmaim, killhurtmaim. "I will resist. I am not a monster."
We shall see...
His nails elongated, itching with that inexorable urge to strike. If he didn't compose himself, he would soon a.s.sault anything and everything within his reach. He would kill, without mercy, without hesitation. He would destroy this home stone by stone, kicking and clawing. Raging. He would destroy everyone inside of it. And he would rather burn in h.e.l.l for all eternity than do such a thing.
"Maddox?" Ashlyn said again. Her sweet voice drifted to his ears, an entreaty that was part soothing balm, part kindling. "What's-"
"Silence." He skimmed her off his shoulder, still holding her tight, and burst through the front door, nearly ripping the wood from its hinges. Angry voices greeted him. Torin, Lucien and Reyes stood in the foyer, arguing.
"You never should have let him leave," Lucien said. "He becomes an animal, Torin, annihilating-"
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