Dark Desires After Dusk (Immortals After Dark #6)(96)

“You have to talk to her before you can leave. Face it, you wouldn’t be any good to us right now. You don’t eat or sleep. You’re obsessed with something, and it’s not victory against Omort. That’s how leaders get their men killed.”

“Holly could stay inside for months working on her code.” Cade ran a hand over his face. “Still no luck with N?x?”

“I’ve got the entire crew beating the streets for her—”

“Who are we looking for?” a voice whispered from behind them.

Cade and R?k both scrambled back. N?x had been crouched directly behind them, peering at the manor along with them.

Neither had heard her approach.

Cade recovered first and said, “I’ve been searching for you.”

“I’ve never heard that before.” N?x looked as mad as ever but she also appeared . . . tired.

“How is Holly?”

“Splendid. She’s settling in nicely. She even has a date next week with someone name Desh. He’s a demon. Maybe you know him?”

The news felt like a kick in the teeth

“So what did you want with me?”

“I want to see her before I have to leave for Rothkalina. I don’t care if it’s just for five minutes. Can you arrange a meeting?”

“Where?”

“Where-bloody-ever!”

“You’ll have to do better than that,” N?x said. “Holly told me just the other day that she wished she had a great, big house.”

“She truly did?” he exclaimed. He’d get her the biggest, best—

“No, she didn’t truly,” N?x added with a sigh. “Maybe? Sure! I can’t remember. Anyway, the fact remains that Holly might actually somehow forgive you, and then what will happen? Do you expect my niece to live in your pool house man-cave with you and the smoke demon?” She waved a negligent hand toward R?k, and he saluted her with the flask. “The days of your unplanned, rolling-stone existence have ended, Cade. Having a female all of your own is a big responsibility.”

“I’m on it. Just get me the meeting.”

“I’ll help on one more condition: You and your crew stop searching for Néomi and the vampire.”

Néomi was indeed alive. “How did she survive?”

“After you so rudely gutted her? She’s a phantom now. Long story. But witchcraft was involved.”

R?k exclaimed, “A phantom! No wonder I couldn’t bloody find her. I never had a chance, did I?”

N?x shook her head sadly. “Especially not when I was tipping her off to your every move . . .”

Both males were stunned silent by that. Finally Cade said, “You knew she lived? Yet you told us that she’d died. You lied—”

“Yes, and people who lie are bad. Oh, but I didn’t mean you.” Her eyes going vacant, she said, “I did tell a fib, but only so the fates would align to get you here, skulking around Val Hall at midnight tonight—with Groot dead, with you in possession of a mystickal sword, and with Holly . . .”

“With Holly what?”

“Nothing.” She gracefully stood. “I’ll get started on our plan,” she said, sauntering off, leaving his heart thundering at the idea that he might win Holly back. “By the way,” she called over her shoulder. “Your brother’s back in town.”





48





How are you liking it here at Val Hall?” N?x asked.

“I like it fine,” Holly answered, wondering if her aunt was lucid.

N?x was a font of information. But to get to it, one had to first catch her. Then one had to catch her when she was lucid. Over the last two weeks, Holly hadn’t had much luck with either.

“You’re settling in?”

This put Holly on edge. What’s N?x getting at? “I am,” she answered slowly. In fact, she was getting on with her new life quite well, all things considered.

Since she couldn’t return to the loft, she’d accepted the room the Valkyrie offered her at Val Hall. Regin had taught her how to survive at the manor—how to steal others’ clothes and defend her own, how to know who’d just gotten dry cleaning back for the really good takes, how to anticipate and avert pranks.

Holly was expected to train with weapons several times a week—especially with the Accession nearing. Regin had helped her try out swords to pick the one she liked best. “Anything but a greatsword,” was all Holly had requested.

She was also expected to practice Wii because the witches were winning even when drunk, and were getting overly cocky about their abilities.

In her free time, Holly could work on her code, which everyone mistakenly believed was a video game, so they left her alone.

“And what about your school?” N?x asked.

“I found out last week that I can finish my PhD from here.” When Holly had called her doctoral advisor and described her project, the woman had told Holly that her code would be more than enough to complete her degree. No more classes, to be taught or taken. Mei had taken over jock duty—and she’d gleefully related that Tim was facing an ethics panel and lost grants . . . .

Holly had known her code would be enough to finish her doctorate. Universities owned their students’ research. Her code could earn the school untold riches.