The Darkest Kiss (Lords of the Underworld #2)(99)

"This way," Lucien said, motioning them forward.

Anya stifled a groan but kicked into motion. "Don't tell me we've got miles of hiking to do. I might just sink into a fit of the vapors."

"Stay on alert," Lucien said, and the three of them inched along for several hours.

At first, she felt like a piece of ice bobbing in a glass of soda. Then her entire body went numb. That should have made things easier, but it didn't. Moving her arms and legs was like moving thousand-pound logs.

"Remind me why I like you," William said, breaking the silence. "Remind me why I welcome you into my home time and time again, even knowing trouble's going to follow you. 'Cause right now, I can't remember."

"You welcome her because she brings excitement and passion everywhere she goes," Lucien answered.

Ah. She melted inside, sudden warmth combating the numbness. Grinning up at him, she patted his shoulder. He was holding up well. He hadn't stumbled once, even though his legs felt like lead weights to him and Death was clamoring inside his head, demanding to collect souls, but wanting to stay with her.

Being able to read him so easily was wicked-cool, she decided. And knowing his sweet little evil demon purred for her, liked her even, was wondrous. Two bad boys for the price of one. Couldn't get any better than that. Still, she hated that Lucien was suffering. Soon, she vowed. Soon that would end.

He reached over and squeezed her hand, as if sensing her plan to contact Cronus. Okay. Maybe this reading each other thing wasn't so cool, after all. What would she do if he tried to stop her?

"Anyone know what Hydra is like?" she asked to distract him. "Good fighter?"

"She is unbeatable, and every time you cut off her head another will grow in its place." William sighed, a little dejected. "Do you really think you can beat such a creature, Anya? You're strong, but not that strong."

One of the spikes in Lucien's boot hit an icy rock that refused to break, and he stumbled. Weakened as he was becoming again, a moment passed before he was able to right himself. Anya didn't want William to think Lucien was less a warrior, so she forced her hands to remain at her sides rather than reaching out to help.

"What's wrong with you now?" William asked Lucien. "Anya wear you out or something?"

She slapped William's arm. "Don't talk about him like that. He wore me out."

"Ow," Willie complained. "That hurt. You're stronger than you think and pack one hell of a punch."

"Hush, you big baby. I thought I wasn't that strong."

"Well?" he prompted Lucien, not hushing. He did it just to spite her, she knew. "What's wrong with you?"

Lucien shrugged. "If the enemy assumes I am weakened, he will underestimate me."

William thought about that for several seconds, then nodded. "True. But I don't see any enemies around."

"Time will tell," Lucien said.

Anya experienced a wave of pride. That's my boy.

Another cold burst of wind cut through them. "What did you do with the Hunters' bodies?" Lucien asked William.

"I took care of them," was the staunch reply. "That's all that matters."

Anya had enjoyed fighting and killing them. They'd hoped to hurt and ultimately kill Lucien, and anyone who meant Lucien harm was now her enemy, as well. She would kill without hesitation. Without remorse. Without mercy.

"Why would you bother?" Ice chunks splattered from the toe of Lucien's boot and stuck to his leg.

There was a slight hesitation as William lifted his mask and scrubbed the sheen of ice from his lips. Mist puffed around his face. "If someone found them, humans would flood these mountains in droves to investigate their murder."

"Smart," Anya said. "Gods, where the hell is Hydra? I don't even see footprints and I'm starting to feel seriously PO'd, like I picked the wrong place and she's moved out of the Arctic. That would make me a big dummy and severely damage my street cred."

Lucien lifted his mask, lifted hers and pressed a quick kiss on her lips, decided that wasn't enough and gave her a second kiss, lingering over her mouth and tracing the seam with his tongue. His sensual fragrance filled her nose, drugging her with passion. "You are not a dummy."

"Yuck." William pretended to gag. "That's disgusting." Then he gaped at her. "You're bonded, aren't you? You gave in to your curse. For him. Why?"

"Love isn't disgusting, and that's all I'm saying about that." With regret, she pulled away from Lucien, righted her mask and slapped William's arm. "Just wait until it's your turn. I hope your soul mate drives you insane and wants nothing to do with you."

"I could be so lucky."

"We'll see," she said cryptically.

William ground to a halt, eyes practically glowing through the clear lenses shielding them from cold. "What do you know? Have you heard something? What have you heard, Anya?"

Wasn't nice to tease him like this, she thought with an inward smile. He avoided love because of the prophecy that hung over his head. He'd never told her exactly what the prophecy was and she hadn't had the patience to try to decode that cryptic book of ancient rhymes and ominous warnings.

"I haven't heard anything," she admitted. A week ago she would have lied and told him she knew something. She would have had him begging for the information, and that would have delighted her.