Burning Dawn Page 4

  Did she belong to one of the warriors staked outside, or perhaps to one of the soldiers out hunting with the new king?

  How had she helped Thane? His memories were clouded. Why had she helped him?

  The moment the urge to touch her faded, Thane would approach her and ask.

  Right now, he was too aware of her. Too...absorbed in her. She made him feel soft, protective and tender, something he didn't just not like; something he despised. And yet, his sexual desires had never been so intense. The urge to throw her down and ravage her was almost blinding.

  Why the unlikely juxtaposition?

  She wasn't the type of woman he usually pursued. Line up his last hundred conquests, and each would be tall, leanly muscled and stalwart. This girl was delicate in every way.

  It made no sense.

  A growl rose from deep in his chest. Instinct demanded he destroy whatever he didn't understand. What he didn't understand, he couldn't control.

  Control was more important to him than water.

  But he wouldn't destroy the girl--he didn't want to destroy her. Not after everything she'd done for him.

  He could send her away, he supposed. But she would have zero protection.

  Pass.

  He could frighten her and--

  No. Pass. She would scream.

  Once, a screaming female would have aroused him. Now? When the slave girl did it? He experienced only rage.

  At least he understood why her voice was so raspy. At some point in her life, she had screamed to such a degree, she had permanently damaged her vocal cords.

  "I've placed guards around the courtyard." Bjorn's statement drew him from his thoughts. The warrior entered the bathroom behind Xerxes. "They will alert us when someone dies."

  Always these men supported him, loved him. Never did they judge him or push him for details he wasn't yet ready to share. No man had ever had better friends.

  Little wonder Thane was willing to die for them.

  "Thank you for coming for me," he said quietly.

  "We will always come for you." Xerxes walked over and shut off the water. "We heard about a Sent One who wreaked havoc in a Phoenix camp weeks before, and so we were in the area, looking for you. But they hid you well. If you hadn't told us where you were..."

  All Sent Ones could direct their thoughts into the minds of their brethren, so, the moment Thane had come to his senses and realized his location, he'd used the mental connection to shout for aid.

  "Time to dry off," Bjorn said. "You're already waterlogged."

  As Thane stood, Xerxes offered him a towel.

  He draped the cloth around his waist, a lance of anger cutting through him. Kendra had dressed him in a loincloth and forced him to parade around her people, a target for any wayward caress.

  And her people had caressed him.

  "Have Kendra's robe removed," he demanded. "Put her in a bra and panties." Tit for tat. No mercy.

  Xerxes nodded. "As soon as I leave you, I'll see that it's done."

  To distract himself from his black mood, Thane studied the opulent en suite adjoined to his bedroom. Steam coated the air, curling to the domed ceiling, with its elaborate chandelier hanging in the center, glistening with a unicorn's petrified teardrops. The walls and floors were made of the same gold-veined marble. Towering archways framed large, alabaster lions and led into a closet--the one storing his...toys. A gilded mirror hung over a sink carved from a melding of rubies, sapphires and emeralds.

  He'd designed the space for the women he bedded. And yet, he had never allowed a single woman inside it. Not even Kendra.

  What would the human think of the decor--

  He cut off that line of thought before it could tempt him. Her opinion didn't matter.

  In the living room, he eased onto the couch and, after collecting a tray of cookies and breads, Bjorn settled at his left. Xerxes poured him a glass of whiskey laced with ambrosia before claiming the spot at his right.

  Thane accepted an offering from both men with a nod of thanks. He devoured the shortbread and drained the contents of the glass in a lone gulp.

  "You have questions, I'm sure," Xerxes said, settling back with a cookie of his own.

  Grown men with a dessert fetish, he thought with the first stirring of amusement in his chest. Domesticated manimals in their natural habitat. Nice.

  "Many questions," he said, but he would start with the one that tortured him most. "How are you here, Bjorn?" Thane wasn't the only one to suffer tragedy lately. "Before I ended up in the Phoenix camp, I watched you disappear in a dirty alley."

  A fateful night. Just before Kendra had died and risen from her ashes, effectively enslaving Thane, he and his friends had fought a new breed of demon. Shadows that slunk along stained, cracked concrete, hungry for more than human suffering...hungry for flesh.

  Bjorn had been injured, the wound oozing some kind of black goo. Then he'd vanished.

  Thane and Xerxes had been frantic, but before they could search for the warrior--the other piece of their hearts--Kendra had opened her eyes and commanded Thane to journey to the Phoenix camp.

  He'd obeyed unquestioningly.

  Oh, Kendra. The things I'm going to do to you...

  With a new slave band hooked around her waist, negating her powers, she was as helpless as he had been.

  "I can't tell you what happened, or explain what will happen to me in the coming months," Bjorn finally said, and Thane heard the torment in his voice. "I'm avowed to secrecy."

  He swallowed a curse. Sent Ones never broke their vows. Physically, they couldn't. Not even degenerates like them. Thane knew Bjorn, and knew his friend never would have offered one unless those he loved were being threatened.

  This was another crime to place at Kendra's door. Had Thane been around, he might have found a way to save his friend from his current fate. "If ever I can help you..."

  "I know," Bjorn said, sad now. "I always know."

  I must do something. Anything that affected his friend's happiness affected his.

  "Have the demons responsible for Germanus's death been found?" he asked, voicing the second most pressing subject. Before Kendra, hunting the six fiends who'd ambushed and decapitated the former king of the Sent Ones had been his only duty and his greatest privilege.

  "Unfortunately, no," Xerxes replied.

  So much to do. Seek answers for Bjorn. Find the demons. Punish the Phoenix. Talk to the slave girl.

  He looked forward to the latter most of all, and that irritated him. Looking forward to an interaction with a specific female was the same as looking forward to a specific meal. He'd eat, and it would taste good, but then he would be done.

  He did not need a clinger situation.

  Maybe it'd be best to avoid her now and always, his questions forever unanswered.

  A sharp lance of...something...shot through him--it wasn't regret, couldn't possibly be regret--but he forced himself to nod. He would avoid her. And it would be easy. Within the hour, he would have forgotten she was even here.

  Motions clipped, he leaned over and grabbed another cookie. To lighten the mood, he said, "I don't have to ask what you were doing during my absence, Xerxes. Clearly, you were lost without me."

  "Clearly," Xerxes said, his lips quirking at the corners. "Oh, but before you adjourn to your room, I'll need a few minutes to move my things. I used the opportunity--I mean tragedy--of your absence to my advantage."

  Ha! "Did you turn it into the knitting room of your dreams?"

  Bjorn wiped his lips with the back of his hand. "If you're into knitting now, I want a sweater for Christmas."

  "Well, too bad," Xerxes said. "You're getting a muzzle."

  "A sweater muzzle? That's effective," Thane quipped. "I want socks."

  "To hide your hooves?" Bjorn asked casually.

  Funny man. "I'll have you know I have beautiful feet."

  "If you wax poetic about the great beauty of your toes, I'll heave." Xerxes clutched his stomach in moc
k disgust.

  "Oh, little piggies," Thane said, his voice soft yet dramatic. "Such sweet treats. How you send so many women...into heat."

  Bjorn burst into laughter.

  Xerxes shook his head, clearly fighting a grin. "How did we get on this subject, anyway? The day I learn to knit is the day I want you both to put a dagger through my heart."

  This. This was why Thane loved these boys. The easy camaraderie. The teasing. The acceptance. "Deal," he said with a full-blown smile. "But what should we do if you take up basket weaving?"

  *

  "CAN YOU BELIEVE...? It's just so... Wow... I've never seen anything quite so magnificent. Do I have tears in my eyes? I think I have tears."

  Elin studied the four women pressed against the only window in the spacious and weirdly decorated bedroom they were to share. Octavia the vampire, Chanel the Fae, Bellorie the Harpy, and Savanna Rose--Savy--the Siren.

  As a child, Elin's mother had taught her the Who's Who of the Different Immortal Races.

  Phoenix and Fae were natural-born enemies, because Fae were descendants of the Titans--current rulers of the lowest level of the skies, this level--and Phoenix were descendants of the Greeks--former rulers of the lowest level of the skies.

  Harpies were country cousins to the vampires, with a splash of demon ancestry, and lived for bloodshed rather than blood taps. However, they did need to drink blood to heal from mortal wounds.

  Vampires were a blend of both Greek and Titan DNA, and despite human opinion, they didn't burst into flames--or glitter--when out in the sun. And unlike other races, they didn't choose to live in secrecy. They were the glory hounds of Mythtopia.

  Mythtopia: Elin's second choice name for the world of immortals. Her first? Suckville.

  Sirens were secretive, usually only emerging from their oceanfront caves once a year to seduce and kill unsuspecting humans.

  From the moment Neon--aka Xerxes--had pushed Elin into the room, saying, "She's human, and will help you around the bar--do not harm her," all four beauties had been nice to her, telling her all about their lives.

  It shocked the crap out of her, the uncomplicated reception, and she was still reeling.

  "Elin, come take a looksie," Chanel said, motioning her over. "Prepare to be blown the eff away." She smiled sheepishly. "And please forgive my lack of potty mouth. Savy has put me in a curse-word recovery program--even though only losers go to rehab."

  The girls snickered.

  Bjorn, aka Rainbow, had found the pale-haired, blue-eyed Fae as a child, after her parents had kicked her out of her realm, Seduire, for reasons Chanel refused to state.

  Steps hesitant--was this a trick?--Elin closed the distance. The girls made room for her, and suddenly she was peering out at the most gorgeous setting sun. Pink and purple spilled across an endless expanse of gold and blue. Clouds were in the process of thinning and breaking apart, wisps of white forming an intricate game of connect the dots.

  "Beyond lovely." She'd never seen the sky so up close and personal.

  "I don't think we're looking at the same thing," Octavia said. Thane had rescued the brunette bombshell from humans determined to hammer a giant nail through her beating heart. "As a plasmaterian, I think it's lovely. And magically delicious. But I doubt we share the same tastes. Glance down, petal."

  Petal? It was better than "Servant Girl." She glanced down--and screamed. Phoenix after Phoenix lined the courtyard in front of the club, each body held in place by multiple stakes. Blood dripped from each of the victims, creating infinite pools of red.

  Elin pressed a fist into her mouth to stop another scream from escaping. As her stomach churned with sickness, she backed away from the window.

  Most of the immortal races are vicious, her mother once told her. They are predators whose instincts have been honed by a single blade--survival of the fittest. Remember that. And if ever I'm not around to protect you, trust no one and use everyone. Do you understand? It's the only way you'll survive.

  Elin's chin trembled. Thoughts of her mother's life always came with thoughts of her death. Annnd, there they were. Renlay's image flashed. She was sprawled across the floor of her tent, drenched in sweat and blood, clutching her dead baby in her arms, crying as her life drained away.

  Heart...breaking all over again...

  "One thing is clear, girls," Bellorie said, tugging Elin away from the dark place she'd been racing toward. "We need to wear rain boots the next time we leave the club."

  That was what was clear?

  "Baking soda and vinegar might work on bloodstains," the girl continued blithely, "but they do not work on blood soaks."

  Xerxes had purchased the redheaded stunner from the slave market and set her free. But like Elin, her family was dead and she was alone; she'd chosen to come here.

  "Do you think Thane will greet all fire whores with a stake from now on?" Savy was the youngest of the group, and the most exquisite, with her blue-black hair, golden eyes, and toffee-colored skin. She'd once aided Thane, "the darling man," during a mission, and he'd rewarded her with a home and a job.

  The darling man? It was hard for Elin to reconcile the magnanimous Thane these girls had described with the cold, withdrawn Thane who had shoved her at his friend, disappeared, forgotten about her, and then, oh, yeah, decorated his walkway with living beings.

  Who was the real Thane?

  Actions mattered more than words. So. This one, she thought, was the truest reflection of him. No question. She shuddered, horrified. Thane might do this to her, if ever she crossed him.

  Might? Ha! He was just like lightning. Pretty to look at, but dangerous and deadly. At the first sign of a storm, he would strike at her.

  "Yeah. Probably," Bellorie finally said. "Revenge goggles will paint targets on all their backs."

  Well, that settled it: Thane could not know of Elin's mixed heritage.

  Thane must not ever know.

  Use the girls for information.

  "Has, uh, he ever done anything like this before?"

  One by one, they turned to face her. Their expressions ranged from pity to resignation.

  "He's always been brutal when it comes to his enemies. I mean, we've heard the results of some of his torture sessions with demons," Savy replied. "Trust me, that Sent One knows how to work a blade."

  "And a hammer."

  "And a hacksaw."

  "And a bow and arrow."

  "But he's never done anything this violent to so many at once," Savy finished. "At least, not to my knowledge."

  "Don't worry, petal," Octavia added. "He's very good to his employees. As long as you don't steal from him, you'll be fine."

  "Or lie to him."

  "Or betray him."

  "Or insult one of his friends."

  "Or try to physically harm him," Octavia said with a shrug.

  Elin gulped a mouthful of acid. I once cut him with glass.

  Would he remember and retaliate?

  She decided then and there to be such a good employee, he would never have any reason to punish her...or talk to her...or notice her in any way.

  If ever I decide to write my biography, I'm calling it Head Plus Sand Equals Buried. Like the rest of me might be, if I'm not careful.

  "Oh, a word of advice." Wagging a finger in her face, Bellorie said, "Don't try to lure Thane into your bed."

  "Or a closet."

  "Or onto a kitchen table."

  "Or the floor."

  Bellorie nodded in wholehearted agreement.

  "Uh, don't worry," Elin said. Bay's life hadn't just been cut short. Bay's life had been cut short because of her. Her! Because she'd surrendered to her feelings for him, dragging him into the crosshairs of the Phoenix.

  If he couldn't live to the fullest, she wouldn't live to the fullest, either. Fair was fair.

  And, yes, it was a self-inflicted punishment; a therapist could probably excavate a gold mine of neuroses out of her. But she'd made up her mind, and she was sticking to it.


  So, that wasn't you panting after Thane and his massive hard-on?

  Whatever. A woman would have to be comatose to miss Thane and his hard-on.

  "Anyway, Thane doesn't sleep with his staff," Bellorie continued. "Don't get me wrong. I could totally seduce him if I wanted. I'm that good. But I choose to dial down my sexual appeal while I'm here. FYI, that's why you haven't jumped me, Elin. You're welcome."

  Savy rolled her eyes. "You are beyond mistaken, Rocket."

  Interesting nickname. "How dare you!" Bellorie stomped her foot. "Elin would totally jump me if I unleashed my full prowess!"

  The siren pinched the bridge of her nose. "Why do I even bother? I wasn't talking about your sexual prowess, moron."

  Instantly appeased, Bellorie waved her hand through the air. "Then you may continue."

  "He does sleep with his staff," Chanel tossed Elin's way, "but only very rarely. And once the deed is done, the girl is gone. She never works here again. Never even comes back for an effing drink--because she's forever barred from the effing premises."

  Got it. Thane was a serial bang and bailer.

  According to her friends at college, it took a pretty hard-core personality to be a repeat offender. The shame of the broken hearts left behind and all that.

  After a while, Elin had developed an unhealthy dread of being used. Not because she didn't think she could handle the emotional baggage, but because her mother would have found out--Renlay always found out--and would have gone hunting for vengeance.

  Renlay wouldn't have been able to beat a second assault and battery charge.

  Yeah. Try being that girl. The one whose mother broke a girl's nose for giving her precious daughter a case of the sniffles.

  Renlay might have lived among the humans, but she'd never been fully tamed.

  A vise squeezed at Elin's heart. Her eyes misted over.

  When Elin had realized things with Baylor Vale were serious, she'd suggested marriage, despite how young they were. He loved her more than anything, he'd said, and happily whisked her off to Vegas. Three months later, he was dead and she was enslaved.

  Had she known what was coming, she would have avoided him.

  Oh, Bay. You'll never know how sorry I am.

  "I don't want Thane in that way," Elin reiterated. Really. "And I won't. Not ever." Determination could defeat tsunami-like lust, right?

  Savy and Bellorie smiled at her, all sure-sure. Chanel shook her head and sighed, her disbelief obvious.

  Octavia gently chucked her under the chin. "Everyone in this room is nursing a serious lady boner for him."