Dark Desires After Dusk (Immortals After Dark #6)(90)

“I suspected as much. He’s probably just as likely as I am to spawn evil.”

“Is he?”

“He’s known in the Lore as a brutal killer. But I do want the babe to be mine. If you’re pregnant, I’ll take care of it.”

“Take care of . . . ?” It dawned on her what he meant. “Why would you want a child at all?”

“To possess the warrior of ultimate evil. I want to mold it, shape it.”

Looking away, she studied the screens, trying to determine the layout of the castle, to find an escape route. She felt as if she was in a video game. Level one, defeat pervert. Level two, engage army of revenants. Level three, steal vehicle and evade Wendigo.

Another screen drew her attention. She squinted. “Is that a . . . female revenant? I thought only men were raised from the dead.”

Groot gave her that disturbing smile. “It gets lonely out here.”

That’s it. She retched in her mouth. “You know what? I can’t do this. No subterfuge. You’re just too revolting for me to pretend.”

The demon she’d thought she loved had delivered her to a monster who slept with reanimated corpses.

Tim’s math betrayal was laughable now.

“In that case, I’ll have to insist that you accept my welcome gift immediately.” He opened a drawer and withdrew a felt-lined case. Inside lay a shining spike, looking like a new, polished railroad tie.

“What is that for?” she demanded.

He rose, starting for her. “It replaces your will with mine.”

The spikes in the revenants’ heads. “You think you’re going to put that in my temple?” Her claws sharpened like daggers. She would use them to slit his meaty throat. Never hesitate.

“It will only hurt for a few months, until your head grows around it permanently.”

“Over my dead body, Groot. I’ll fight you to the death over this. I’ll—”

Suddenly the biggest diamond she’d ever seen appeared.

From behind his back, he’d produced a brilliant stone the size of his palm. “Look how it sparkles, Valkyrie.”

Faultless light, cylinders of brightness. She stared, riveted. Have to look away. Or I greet a fate worse than death.

Panic made her heart thunder. Break away! I can do this . . . .

“Your eyes have grown silver,” he said, his voice getting thick. When he was directly in front of her, he raised the spike. “Just relax for me, Valkyrie—”

Her hand shot out to snatch him between the legs.

She broke her stare just as his eyes widened. He dropped the diamond and the spike to pry her loose. She wrenched down with all her strength, hissing, “This will only hurt for a little while. Just relax for me.”

When he doubled over, she used her free hand to shove his face down as she hiked her knee to it.

Crunch. Once he collapsed with a muffled groan, she whirled around, about to leap for a battle-ax, but revenants stormed in. He must’ve sounded some kind of silent alarm.

“Hold her down!” he ordered from the ground, wiping his palm over his bloody face. With a grunt, he swooped up the spike, then lumbered to his feet once more.

The guards started for her. She counted twenty with swords and armor. Multiple combatants coming for her. She needed to run, but the main exit was blocked. The second door led to the control booth. Her head swung in the other direction. Only one option.

Charging to those doors, she barreled her shoulder into them with a yell. They burst open.

She surged forward onto a balcony—directly over the edge of the falls. The doors had indeed led outside.

Trapped. In front of her, revenants blocked her way back in. Behind her . . . a four-hundred-foot drop.

When Groot elbowed through the guards, looming with that spike in hand, she leapt atop the slippery stone balustrade.

“Come down, Valkyrie,” he yelled over the thunderous falls. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

Have to run. And there was only one way to go. Down.

Reasoning trail: Jump into the waterfall, possibly lose head, which will kill even an immortal. If I survive, float directly into Wendigo lair to be eaten alive.

Or accept the spike.

Could she actually force herself to make this leap?

“You won’t survive it,” Groot bit out. “And if by some miracle, you do, you’ll wish to the gods that you hadn’t.”





44





Her scream had ripped through the darkness of his mind, beginning to pull him back from the abyss. Fight . . .

Her electricity pricked his skin, as if refusing to let him stay under. Thunder boomed insistently all around him.

She’s in danger. Needs me to fight . . .

His demon instinct began to stir within him, rousing him to consciousness, grappling against the effects of the poison.

Two guards were dragging Cade away from her. Farther away from her with each step that he didn’t resist.

Somehow he slitted open his eyes. His blood began pumping faster, fueling his muscles, feeding his wrath.

With a bellow, he lunged to his feet, shoving the two guards free from him. When they brandished their swords, he unsheathed the one at his back, frowning for the briefest instant.

It was Groot’s. The bastard had actually kept the terms of their bargain, putting his sword in Cade’s case.