Dark Desires After Dusk (Immortals After Dark #6)(17)

“Anything else you’d like me to do? Maybe something possible.”

“Capture one of these vampires for info. Follow the trail and take out whoever ordered this. Also, get our crew to eradicate the rest of the Order of Demonaeus.”

“Easy enough.”

Cade took Holly’s hand and dragged her toward the garage, but not before R?k let out a wolf whistle at her all too visible backside.

In English, R?k said, “Looks like you’re getting a swimbo for yourself.”

Cade yanked off his jacket, draping it over her shoulders. He bared his fangs at R?k, who merely gave a deep laugh.

“Who is that?” Holly whispered, cheeks flaming.

“R?k, a smoke demon. He’s a mercenary in my crew. A fugitive. Lives under a terminate-at-will order in two dimensions.” Cade took the bags from Holly. “As you can see, he’s all broken up about it.”

Inside the garage there was only one choice of vehicle. Rydstrom was driving his “normal” car, a rare Mercedes McLaren. And Cade had just hobbled his old truck.

All that was left was Rydstrom’s pride and joy—which Cade and R?k were strictly forbidden to drive.

Desperate times, Rydstrom . . .





8





Cadeon popped the trunk of the most incredible vehicle Holly had ever seen, then hastily stowed their gear inside.

“What kind of car is this?” she asked, threading her arms into his jacket. It swallowed her. Though the bottom would probably hit him at the waist, it almost reached her knees.

“It’s called a Veyron. It’s my brother’s.” He unlocked the doors. “Quick—get in.”

As she took her seat, he sank into his own, having to grasp his leg and drag it inside. At her look, he said, “The curse of the tall man in the small sports car.”

She raised her brows at the plush interior. The dash was a brushed metal. The key looked like a minuscule USB drive.

Holly’s dad had been a sports car enthusiast. She’d learned to drive in his Porsche Carrera and Maserati, and on many a Saturday, he’d taken her to auctions and shows. But Holly had never seen a car like this.

Cadeon pushed a button that said start and the garage-door opener at the same time. “Buckle up.”

The seat belt was a four-point harness, a racing belt. As she hurriedly buckled it above her lap, he shifted into gear and pulled out.

The driveway from the garage split in two directions. He veered left, and the cement ended shortly, turning into a tree-covered lane. Slipping from that alley to another backstreet, he said, “I think we’ve lost them.”

She glanced in the side-view mirror. Nothing but deserted streets. Then she turned to him with a frown. “You’re not going to put on a seat belt?”

“Why would an immortal need one?”

“The law says you have to wear it.”

“Human laws don’t apply to my kind,” he said.

“They should, especially since you’re driving on human roads, operating a vehicle that was built by humans.”

“That you know of. Are you really going to get your panties in a twist about this—oh, forgot you aren’t wearing any.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re not going to distract me.”

“You’re not going to get me to wear a seat belt.” At her look, he said, “Imagine the oldest, most stubborn, most cantankerous dog ever to live. He’d learn new tricks better than me.”

Seeing the mulish set to his jaw, she decided to let it rest, for now. “Who was back at the house?”

“Vampires. They’re hot on our trail, for some reason. They’ll break into the pool house, find it full of smoke, and then lose their heads to R?k’s sword.”

“I see. What did he mean about a ‘swimbo’? I probably wouldn’t want to be called one, would I?”

“Some demons can get summoned, most often by the opposite sex. Swimbo is a play on She Who Must Be Obeyed.”

“But why would he call me one?”

“It’s kind of morphed into a sexual term for a female you wouldn’t mind being summoned by.”

“Oh.”

“It’s a compliment,” he added.

“Of course. Since it’s also a play on bimbo.”

“Hey, I don’t make the words, I just use them.” When the traffic opened up, he was able to put the car through its paces, upshifting for speed. The ride was as smooth as silk As the engine purred louder, he seemed to go heavy-lidded. “That sound never gets old.”

She hadn’t driven a fast car since her dad had died—her own vehicle was a hybrid—and she hadn’t ever thought she’d missed it until now. “I’ve never seen this make.”

“That’s because there are only three hundred of them. It’s the world’s fastest and most expensive car.”

“How fast does it go?” she asked.

“Over two hundred and fifty. Zero to sixty in under two and a half seconds.”

She tried to imagine that. Full acceleration would be like riding a rocket.

“It runs a thousand and one horsepower,” he added.

“Twice as much as a Porsche.”

He looked startled. “How did you know that?”