Draicon: Enemy Lover Part 4

Morphs detested the good luck talismans. Still...

"You see everyone as the enemy. What must I do to prove I am a friend?" she asked softly.

Waving his hand, a dagger appeared in his palm. Renee did not look startled, only respectful.

"Cut yourself. I want to see if you bleed red."

His voice was rough with hostility. The woman took the dagger, cut her hand and winced. She gave him back the blade.

A coppery scent of blood filled his nostrils. He jerked his head toward the stairs.

"Follow me."

Senses on full alert, Damian took the stairs two at a time. He fetched a first-aid kit from the bathroom and returned. Renee put gauze over her wound.

"You don't trust me, which is good. You're very protective of her. She is in big trouble, mais oui?" Renee said.

Damian said nothing. He withdrew to the kitchen, out of earshot. He dialed Raphael's number. His adopted brother answered on the first ring. Speaking rapidly in French, Damian told him what happened since his arrival.

"Do you know a psychic named Mama Renee?" he asked.

"Runs a voodoo shop in town. Good people. Why?"

"She's here. I can't leave Jamie alone, but we need to talk. In private so she can't hear us," he said quietly. He wandered back into the living room, leaned against the wall.

"If you need to leave, I will watch her for you," Renee offered.

With Renee's apple-round cheeks, kind smile and ordinary flowered dress, she looked innocuous. Human, but still, humans were dangerous.

"Want me to come over?" Raphael asked.

"Hold on a minute," Damian told him.

She held his gaze. "I was there at your birth."

"T'me dis pas," he said dryly, not believing a d.a.m.n word.

"I do say," she countered. Then she glanced around. Before his shocked eyes, she s.h.i.+fted into a wolf.

"Mon Dieu," he muttered, watching her return to her human form. "You are family, non?"

"There are more of us than you know," she said softly. Renee's eyes grew sad. "My husband and son...they embraced the darkness. Your parents, they kept me safe. I am forever grateful and regret what happened to you as a bebe. Please, allow me to make amends now."

He listened intently as she explained, everything making sense now. Renee laid a hand on his arm. "It's all right. I'll watch over her."

Damian turned to the phone. "I'll meet you. Where?"

Raphael rattled off a place. Damian hung up, pocketed the cell.

He glanced at Renee. "Don't let anyone in. When Jamie wakes up, don't let her leave the house."

"Go meet with your friend. Be careful. Terrible darkness has taken over the city." The woman looked deeply troubled.

Though he trusted few outside his pack and his adopted family, and was frugal with his emotions, Damian hugged her. Renee looked startled, and then hugged him back. She patted his arm in a motherly gesture.

At the Chartes Street Cafe, his brother sat at a copper-topped table just inside the doorway. His gleaming Harley waited on the street, a s.h.i.+ning chrome and metal horse.

Damian slid into the opposite seat.

"Watch our backs," his brother cautioned, nodding toward the bustling street. He scrutinized Damian's casual clothing. "Damian, ca va? Almost didn't recognize you without your Versace socks, t'frere."

The endearment of "little brother" made Damian smile. "I'm trying to blend in."

"You blend in like the wolf blends in the henhouse."

Raphael signaled for a waitress and when she arrived, ordered seafood gumbo and water with lime.

"Just water." Damian grimaced, thinking of the crayfish/Morph. He gave his brother a long, steady look. "Raphael." He reached over and embraced his forearms.

The other Draicon squeezed back. His shoulder-length dark brown hair with its streak of pure white accompanied scuffed boots, faded jeans, black T-s.h.i.+rt and black leather jacket. A tiny gold sword earring hung from his left ear, and a day's growth of dark beard shadowed his hard jaw. The ensemble contrasted with Raphael's cla.s.sically handsome face. It gave him an intense look, as if an angel had stumbled out of a Bourbon s.e.x shop.

Damian leaned forward, serious. "How bad is it? How many?"

"Bad. Morphs are everywhere. Hard to get a count. Maybe fifty, or hundreds."

"Dit moula verite! Are you serious?" Damian sat back, stunned. "Why are they here?"

"We think it's for the Book of Magick. It's been hidden for seventy years, hasn't it? If a spell isn't used in the next couple of weeks, all the spells will vanish. Including the ones for evil the Morphs want, to make them more powerful."

And the spell for curing Jamie would vanish, as well. Damian felt his insides clench at the thought. "If they get the book first..."

"They'll use the bad magick to kill all Draicon. They're killing machines now, here in town. And when they kill, the bodies they leave...They're targeting the homeless. I've taught my guys to sniff the blood, find and destroy the bodies before the police arrive. We've gotten to most of them in time. We can't risk cops poking into our world, our war."

Damian felt his canines descend with the urge to hunt and destroy. A low growl rumbled from his chest. A pa.s.sing waitress gave him a startled look. He offered a charming smile, which faded as she walked away.

"b.a.s.t.a.r.ds," he muttered.

"Don't fret, t'frere. I took out a few. One dared to call me a dog. I showed him the unfriendly side of my blade before popping him." The charming smile Raphael offered didn't meet the hardness of his dark eyes.

Raphael was the Kallan, the only Draicon permitted to terminate the life of another Draicon, even a relative, without consequence. He had died and gone to the Other Realm and received the gift of immortality. Little scared him. Morphs who messed with Raphael lost.

Raphael's gumbo arrived and he dug into it with zest. Damian sipped his water. "My father didn't tell me where he hid it. Only said he entrusted a good friend with the secret until I was older. I wish our ancestors had never handed it down through my family, but it's my responsibility."

"What happened to your father's friend?"

"Morphs killed Jordan when they killed all Father's pack." He stared at a droplet of water sliding down his gla.s.s like a tear. "The cure for Jamie is in the book."

"So, tell me about your mate. We researched her. Her friends, her parents dying in that plane crash when she was five, the aunt and uncle who raised her. h.e.l.l, we even tracked down info about that b.a.s.t.a.r.d who imitated her brother. What's she like?" Raphael asked.

"A killer."

"Pretty?"

"She tried to kill me."

Raphael stared. Damian explained.

Silverware rattled as Raphael slapped a palm on the table. "How the h.e.l.l can you trust her? She deserves punishment." His hand went to the dagger always tucked into his belt. "Remember our vow? You're my blood brother."

"And she's my mate," Damian said quietly.

"Then, t'frere, you have a big problem. If you don't bond with her, you'll turn feral. But how can you mate with a human who wished you into a coffin?"

Damian leaned back, edgy and wanting. A male's draicara pumped up all his testosterone, driving him to prove his strength and s.e.xual prowess. In Alphas, the mating drive tripled, turning males wild and unpredictable. If he didn't mate, he'd be dangerous even to his pack. Would they drive him away as his father's people had?

He wanted only Jamie now, her scent, the taste of her skin, the feel of her soft, naked body beneath his. He couldn't shake off his l.u.s.t.

"Let it go, Rafe. I can handle her."

"Then do it fast. Sounds like she's running out of time. s.e.x can slow the porphyry cunja. If you trust her not to slam a knife in your back while you mount her." Rafe's jaw tightened.

s.e.x might be a solution. A Draicon's cells, including blood and s.e.m.e.n, contained magick. As a purebred Alpha, his magick was more powerful than other males'.

"Could I cure Jamie by infusing her with my magick when we have s.e.x?"

Rafe raised his gaze to his. Damian tensed against the haunting sorrow swimming there.

"No. Your blood, or coming inside her, will only slow the spell. It can't stop it."

He stared at the big vein on Raphael's neck, throbbing with life. His immortal brother whose blood contained immense energy and power. "Maybe..."

Rafe tensed and looked away. It was forbidden for Rafe, and he knew the consequences would be drastic.

"I have to find the book." Damian ran a hand over his face. "But I can't leave her alone. It's too risky."

"Then let me help. I'll send Adam and Ricky. Keep watch. They'll do anything to keep her from leaving."

"Don't you dare let another male near her." Damian growled, his fingers digging into his napkin. Instinct urged him to stake a claim. Rip apart any male who glanced her way.

"Damian, easy, easy."

Shreds of linen napkin lay on the table. Willing himself to calm, he retracted his claws.

Raphael's wary look said it all. He dug into his gumbo, ate in silence. After a minute, Damian felt his control returning. His brother gave him a mild look.

"So tell me. Is she really dying?"

Raphael cursed in French after Damian told him. "My guys are yours. Take Adam and Ricky. Best warriors, can kick Morph a.s.s from here to Houma. Or any of my other males. There's twenty now, all show promise of being good fighters. Anything to help, t'frere."

Raphael had taken unmated male Draicon with no blood relations, taught them discipline and bonding and formed them into a pack to fight Morphs. Too many wild, frustrated males roved the streets. A grieving and angry Draicon without the close-knit society of a pack was dangerous.

"Merci," he managed. "But I can't risk a pack trailing me. Do your part. Find and kill Morphs, as many as you can."

"It's war," his friend agreed.

Damian narrowed his gaze as his mouth flattened into a ruthless line. "Laissez les bons temps rouler." Let the good times roll.

"Damian? This Jamie. She'd better not try anything on you again. Mate or not. You're blood, t'frere." Raphael removed a gold dagger from the sheath hanging on his jeans. Light played over the intricate runes carved into the sacred Scian. He flipped it into the air, catching it by the hilt. His eyes were stone-cold.

"My business, Rafe. Leave it be."

They locked stares, muscles quivering until Raphael sheathed the blade with a small nod.

"What can I do, then?" Rafe asked.

"Be available. I may need help. And fetch my stuff from the hotel, bring it over when I call." A grim smile touched his mouth. "I'm moving in with her."

"Later, then." The other Draicon clasped his arm.

Damian left, glanced around the busy sidewalk. His priorities were clear. Get Jamie to trust him and find the book. He'd go back to her, she was probably hungry...

Fresh fruit. Natural fructose might help. He stopped at a small grocery store and purchased peaches.

He retuned to her house, headed upstairs with the bag. Jamie sat on the couch as she typed on a laptop. Damian nearly dropped the fruit. Elongated purple elfin ears stuck comically out of either side of her head.

She glanced up as he set the peaches down on the coffee table. A question in his eyes, Damian sat beside her and playfully tweaked an ear.

"I'm a warrior Night Elf," she said, yawning. "I'm too tired to wear the rest of the outfit. Cosplay makes me feel better. It's comforting."

"I thought women liked dressing in old T-s.h.i.+rts and sweats to get comfortable."

Her mouth turned down. "When I cosplay, I am Celyndra, my elf. She's a tough fighter, courageous and doesn't fear much."

"Ah, she's your alter ego," he said softly in understanding. A frown puckered his forehead. "Such an imagination. Where did you get the idea?"

She grinned at his expression. "Haven't you ever heard of WoW?"

"Wow?"

"World of Warcraft. My avatar is a female Night Elf warrior. Some who were in my alliance used to meet at the square Sat.u.r.day nights to hang out and cosplay."

Jamie's grin deepened. "Don't tell me you never heard of cosplay, either. Everyone knows what it is. What are you, a hundred?"

"Eighty," he muttered, feeling as old as an ancient mage. Merlin, maybe.

"Eighty! You look like you're in your twenties. No wonder you don't know what anything is."

"I know what hanging out is," he said defensively.