Lords Of The Underworld - The Darkest Night Part 32
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Do you think they... killed her?
It's possible. h.e.l.l, worse is possible. They're demons. Pause, sigh. d.a.m.n it, I should have put more guards on her.
Her boss, she realized. Dr. McIntosh was here. She should have been relieved to hear him, glad that he'd cared enough to track her down. But... he'd had men guard her? How had he infiltrated the fortress?
Ashlyn, honey. If you can hear this, meet us at Gerbeaud at- What if she's locked up? She won't be able to leave on her own.
Hush. I hear someone coming.
Then, quiet.
She scrubbed her fingers back and forth across her brow, trying to start a fire of intelligent thought. Were they still here? What would Maddox do if he found them? What would they do to Maddox? Panic raced through her. Okay, okay. Think, Darrow.
Think.
In the end, she didn't have to make a decision after all.
The door in front of her opened and McIntosh peeked into the hall. His eyes widened when he saw her. His familiar, plain face comforted her-but for the first time, it also made her uneasy.
"Ashlyn! You're alive!""McIntosh, I-I-"
"Shh, not here." He snaked out an arm and jerked her inside the room, softly shutting the door behind her. The first thing she noticed was Danika and her family, pa.s.sed out on the floor.
"Oh my G.o.d." She moved toward them but her boss's grip tightened, keeping her in place. Several other men were casing the room, looking for...what, she didn't know. Nor did she recognize them. She'd never seen them at the Inst.i.tute.
One of the men coughed, a gut-wrenching gag following, drawing her eye to him. There was blood on his hands. Sweet Jesus.
He coughed again, doubling over. He was alarmingly pale and there were bruises under his eyes. Another cough.
"Be quiet," McIntosh whispered fiercely.
"Sorry. Throat hurts."
"It didn't five minutes ago."
"Does-" cough "-now."
Ashlyn broke free of her boss's hold and rushed to Danika, crouching beside her. "Is she..." She felt for a pulse. Thump, thump. Thank G.o.d.
"Just sleeping," McIntosh a.s.sured her.
Relief sagged her shoulders. "Why would you do something like this? Why did you knock them out?" Even as she spoke, bits of their conversation played through her mind.
Who are you? Danika demanded. What are you doing here?
I'll ask the questions. Who are you? her boss asked.
Prisoners.
Were you looking for the box, too?
Ashlyn's heart sank at the query.
Box? Danika's confusion was clear by her tone.
Did they tell you where it is? McIntosh's excitement rang loud.
He must have grabbed her, because she grated out, Let go of me.
Did they?
Reyes! Reyes, help!
Shut up, or I'll be forced to silence you myself.
Reyes!
There must have been a struggle because Ashlyn could hear huffing breath, grunts of effort, Danika's family gasping and then crying, and then suddenly silent. More conversation about drugging the women and using them as bait later if necessary.Hunters, she realized, closing her eyes in horror. She'd suspected yesterday when speaking with Danika, but had promptly dismissed the thought, reminding herself how good and n.o.ble the Inst.i.tute was. To be honest, a part of her had a.s.sumed no one would be able to keep such a secret from her. But these men were hunters. No denying it now. Opening her eyes, she fixed them on her boss.
Nausea churned in her stomach. He'd known about the box all along. He'd been searching for it, but hadn't told her. Oh G.o.d.
He'd lied to her. She'd devoted her entire life to a cause that didn't exist. McIntosh had read her fairy tales all those years ago, told her she was special, that she had a higher calling. She'd thought she was making the world a better place. Instead, she'd helped him destroy people, maybe innocents. A sense of betrayal washed through her, so strong it nearly dropped her to her knees.
"You don't study the creatures I find for you, do you?" she asked softly. "Hunter."
"Of course I do," he said, offended. "I'm a scientist, after all. Not every Inst.i.tute employee is a Hunter, Ashlyn. You're proof of that. Ninety percent of our work is merely observation. But when we uncover evil, we stamp it out. No mercy."
"What gives you the right?"
"Morality. The greater good. Unlike the demons here, I am not a monster. Everything I do, I do for the safety of mankind."
"How did I not know?" she gasped out. "How did I not hear?"
He raised his chin, his eyes asking her to understand. "Only a few do the actual dirty work. And we never spoke of it on the premises. Nor did we let you into the places we'd been."
"All these years." She shook her head, dazed. "No wonder you barely let me out of your sight. You didn't want me to stumble on information I wasn't supposed to have."
"You want information? I can show you pictures of the things these demons have done. Things that will make you vomit. Things that will make you want to scratch out your own eyes, just so you never have to see such an image again."
She clutched her stomach. "You should have told me the truth."
"I wanted you to stay as removed as possible. I do care about you, Ashlyn. We knew there were two groups of demons. We've been fighting one for years and were always searching for the other. Then one of our female operatives discovered Promiscuity.
We brought you to Budapest to listen and learn everything you could about these new enemies. You were never supposed to get close to them."
Her life's work had turned out to be something malicious and sick. I was such a fool. "You came to kill these men, but they treat the people of Budapest only with kindness. They donate money as if it's water and keep criminal activity at a minimum. They keep to themselves and hardly venture out. You bombed a nightclub."
McIntosh approached her, his expression determined. "We didn't come to kill them. We can't. Not yet. Years ago, it was discovered that to kill a Lord was to release its demon upon the world-a demon who's nothing more than a twisted vessel of destruction, warped from its captivity. No, we're here to capture the warriors. When we find Pandora's box, we can lock away the demons and dispose of the men who house them. You found that out for us, remember?" He reached her and grabbed her shoulders. "Do you know where it is? Did they tell you?"
"No."
"You had to have heard something. Think, Ashlyn."
"I told you. I don't know where it is.""Don't you want to live in a world free from evil? Free from lies and misery and violence? You hear more of each in a day than most people do in a lifetime." He studied her for a long while, frowning. "I've nurtured your talent for years. I gave you a place to stay, food to eat and a life as peaceful as possible. All I asked in return was that you used your gift to find the creatures living among us."
"And I've always done so. But I haven't heard anything new about the box," she insisted, sickened.
His frown deepened. "You must have. You weren't a prisoner like these women. You were freely roaming the halls." As he spoke, his eyes widened, as if his own words had offered a startling revelation. He released her and reached into his pocket, withdrawing a syringe filled with clear liquid. "Are you working for the monsters now, Ashlyn? Is that what's going on? Were you working with them all along?" The betrayal in his voice would have been laughable if she hadn't been so frightened.
She backed up a step, then another. Her back hit a brick wall and she tried to jump away. Strong arms banded around her, holding her in place. Not a brick wall, after all. A man. A hunter. She struggled to free herself.
"Where's the box, Ashlyn?" the doctor demanded. "That's all I want. Tell me where it is and I'll let you go."
Calm down. Stall him. Distract him. When she didn't appear with the towels, Maddox would come looking for her. "You're a hunter, but you don't have a tattoo on your wrist." Hadn't Maddox said something about tattoos? "Why is that?"
He held up his arm and pushed the sleeve of his s.h.i.+rt down. An intricate black, sideways figure-eight stared at her. "I simply made sure you never noticed it. My father took me to get it on my eighteenth birthday when I made my vow to continue the family legacy."
How had she never known? She felt so stupid. The woman who had thought herself impossible to deceive had been fooled for years. Shame and guilt joined ranks with her betrayal and fear.
Just keep him talking. "Why the symbol of infinity?" she asked, barely managing to find her voice.
"Our purpose is an eternity without evil. What better symbol?"
"But the men here, they aren't evil. They really aren't. They've taken care of me. They've helped me. If you'd just get to know them, you'd-"
Hate fell over his face like a curtain. "Get to know a demon?" He cracked his jaw. Stepped closer. "Those creatures of the underworld need to be destroyed, Ashlyn. They toppled Athens. The people they killed, the pain they caused..."
"But hurting them makes you as evil as you claim they are. Have you not already killed people to get to them?"
Without warning his arm whipped out, slamming the syringe into her neck. A sharp pain, a warm rush. She tried to jerk away.
Too late. She was suddenly so light-headed she could hardly move. A strange lethargy worked its way through her body, weaving weakness and shadows in her blood, her dizzy mind.
"Sleep," McIntosh said.
And she did.
CHAPTER TWENTY.
Previous Top NextMaddox could not believe what he was seeing. A hallucination? A nightmare? He had left the injured warriors to check Torin's room for any sign of the man's return. To his alarm, he had found blood smeared throughout the hallways. Now he stood in Torin's doorway, and he saw that Torin had indeed returned. He lay on the floor in a puddle of thick, dark blood. So dark it appeared black. Even his silver hair was tinted with that lethal red-black liquid.
A deep gash slashed his neck.
Someone had either tried to sever the head from his body and failed or had cut him to slow him down-and succeeded. Torin's eyes were closed but his chest rose every few seconds. He was still alive. But for how long?
Bile rose in Maddox's throat-bile and rage and determination. Had Torin crawled home from the cemetery after this happened? Or had someone sneaked inside the fortress, attacking him from behind in the hall? Had Kane done it? Or a Hunter?
Maddox scanned the room, dread building. No sign of Hunters, nor of Kane.
He shouted for his friends as he considered his options. Torin was like a brother to him; he couldn't leave him like this to suffer.
But he couldn't touch him, either. Though Maddox himself would not become sick, he would undoubtedly spread the disease to Ashlyn.
Ashlyn. Had the culprit gotten to her, too? No. No! Help Torin and find her!
Again, he called for the warriors.
Skin to skin he could not risk with Torin. He would have to wear gloves. Urgency spilling through him, Maddox sprinted to the closet and withdrew one of the many pairs of black gloves Torin had stored there. He hastily pulled them from their sealed package and slid them onto his hands before draping a black s.h.i.+rt around his neck, protecting the skin there.
He bent down and scooped the injured man into his arms. He carried him to the bed and wrapped a T-s.h.i.+rt around his bleeding neck, applying pressure to stop the flow. It was strange to be this close to him after centuries of distance.
Slowly Torin's lashes cracked open, and Maddox found himself staring into pain-drenched green eyes. Already Violence was preparing for battle, sharpening its claws, demanding action.
"Hunters," Torin gurgled. The word was barely audible. "On hill. Coming here. Fight. Want box. Touched me. Took Kane." He pa.s.sed out after that, arm falling limply to the floor.
d.a.m.n. Having done all he could, Maddox sprinted from the room, intent on finding Ashlyn and the others. Stay calm. She's all right. But the thought of her hurt or worse..."Ashlyn!" If the Hunters had gotten hold of her after they'd touched Torin, she could very well die of disease.
A familiar black haze descended over his vision.
She wasn't in his room, and it did not look as if she'd been there at all. The towels were undisturbed. She was not in the women's room, either. In fact, none of them were. No. No!
From the corner of his eye, he caught the glint of silver.
He strode onto the balcony, nearly breaking through the gla.s.s doors to get there. A rappel wire was hooked to the rail and hung all the way to the ground.
Man and spirit bellowed in unison. There was no sign of the Hunters on the hill, which meant they were already a good distance away. Sweet G.o.ds, the Hunters had her. The Hunters had touched Torin and had then touched Ashlyn.
Sick to his stomach, he barreled toward the entertainment room. He removed the gloves and extra T-s.h.i.+rt along the way, dropping them on the floor wherever he happened to be."Towels?" Lucien asked when he spotted him. Obviously, he hadn't heard Maddox's cries for help. But he saw his friend's expression and frowned.
Maddox told the group what he'd discovered, the broken, panicked admission rus.h.i.+ng from him. Each of them snapped to attention and clamored around him. Each of them paled.
"Did they breach our walls?" Paris demanded.
"Yes." Maddox turned to Sabin with a snarl. "Did you help them?"
The man held up his hands, the picture of aggravated innocence. "I was being blown to bits, too, remember? And my goal has always been their destruction."
"What of Danika?" Reyes asked roughly.
"Gone."
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