Dark Desires After Dusk (Immortals After Dark #6)(12)

“There might be a way to reverse the change.” Of course, there was absolutely no way to reverse the change.

She gazed over at him with hope in her eyes. If he were less of a bastard, that look would really bother him. As it was, he hardly noted it. Hardly at all.

“How? How’s it possible?”

“Listen, I don’t want to speak out of turn and overpromise you,” he said. “Right now I’m going back to my place to pick up supplies before we leave town; then we’re going to meet my brother, who’ll know more about all this. Just bear with me till then, and we’ll figure out a way to make everyone happy.”

At length, she nodded. “I have to go by my loft and pick up some clothes and things—”

“No way. They’ll be watching your place.”

“But I need my . . . my medications. They were in my shoulder bag.”

“What kind of meds?” he asked, though he knew about her disorder, had been studying it. He just wanted to see if she’d admit to it.

She raised her chin. “They’re for OCD. Obsessive—”

“—compulsive disorder. I’ve heard of it.” She was going to love his place.

“So you understand why I have to get them.”

“Will you die without those pills? Because you sure as shite will die to get them. Your building is going to be crawling with assassins.”

Her brows drew together. “You said building. How did you know I don’t live in a house? And how did you know where to find me tonight?”

“We’ve been doing background on you. I was trailing you tonight and saw them take you.”

“Tell me—who hired you to protect me?”

This was going to get sticky if she pressed. “Don’t know exactly. I just got the job details instructing me to keep you safe and the payment scale. Anything else is of no matter to me.”

She was quiet for a moment. “Background on me?” she finally asked. “You mean spying.”

“I’m not apologizing for it—not when the outcome was that I saved your life.”

“And what did you find out about me?”

How to answer her? Every time he thought he had Holly figured out, she surprised him. Over the last several months, he’d deemed her a math geek, a campus feminist, a tease, a tree hugger, and a closet sexpot.

He’d eventually figured out why he could never get a handle on what she was like—because she didn’t have any kind of handle on herself. Even she didn’t know who she was.

“You’re twenty-six, an only child, adopted,” he finally said. “Your adoptive parents both died of natural causes in the last two years. They left you a fortune . . . .” He slanted a glance at her.

Her face held no reaction. “Go on.”

“You’ve got two master’s degrees under your belt, and you’re about to complete your PhD in mathematics.” You’ve got the confidence of a woman who knows she’s smart, and that’s arousing as hell.

“You like to swim.” Your body in even your modest swimsuit puts this demon to his knees.

“You’ve got a steady boyfriend, also in the PhD program.” Tim’s a ponce loser and a hypochondriac.

“You teach football players fun with numbers or something.” With every sexual comment those jocks make about you, they routinely tempt death by demon bite . . . .

“You like things to be . . . clean.” You like blues rock and prepackaged foods.

“All true,” she said. “And yet I know nothing about you except that you’re a demon mercenary who has at least one brother.”

He stifled a harsh laugh. That’s all there is to know about me, he thought bitterly, but he said, “That’s probably good. The less you know, the better.”





6





Long moments after he hung up the phone with Cade, Rydstrom was still uneasy.

This is bad.

Groot’s emissary had insisted on meeting three hundred miles from the city, and Rydstrom was still more than half an hour from the gas station where he would join up with Cade.

He accelerated even more, his Mercedes McLaren flying along an old ribbon of road, built up levee-style through the bayou. He was cruising at an easy hundred and forty miles per hour—so smoothly that the car seemed bored and sullenly quiet.

Rydstrom had to get to his brother before he did something impulsive. He didn’t think even Cade comprehended how much he wanted that female.

This is bloody bad. Because he wasn’t certain that Cade wouldn’t just run off with Holly now that he could have her.

Did Rydstrom suspect the female was Cade’s mate? Yes. But clearly, it wasn’t meant to be.

Before, she wasn’t attainable because of her mortality.

Now she would be the difference between Rydstrom reclaiming his kingdom or not.

Reclaiming Rothkalina . . . His heart beat faster at the idea of liberating his country, working to see his people prosper for the first time in a millennium.

Omort had been brutal to them, any rebellions crushed, the offenders sadistically punished.

But right now, their freedom was resting in . . . Cade’s hands. Which was a tenuous position to be in.

Cade frustrated the hell out of him. Rydstrom was a male who worshipped reason, the rare rage demon who never lost his temper. Except with Cade—who knew how to push his buttons like no one else. And in return, Rydstrom was hard on him. Some said too hard.