Adidiron had lifted her chin until she met his gaze. “If the balance is to be tipped, is it not better for good to reign than the Malachai?”
He was right and she knew it.
Tears had flowed down her cheeks. “Send me back and I will end this. Whatever it takes!”
“Kody!”
Blinking, she left her past and found herself back in New Orleans with Savitar shaking her. She shrugged off his hold and stepped away from him so that she could think.
“Are you back?”
She nodded. “Sorry. I’m just a little overwhelmed.”
“Understandable. It’s not every day you get to watch a herd of demons drag off your boyfriend.”
Her sanity snapping in half, she started laughing hysterically.
Savitar took a big step back. “Do I need to get you a doctor? Ambulance … straightjacket?”
Covering her face with her hands, she brought herself under control. “No. It’s just … not the first time I’ve watched demons drag off my boyfriend … or my family.” She closed her eyes and tried to get a handle on the situation and her slipping sanity. “And the saddest thing is I don’t know what scares me most. The fact that they will most likely kill him and end the world before we can find him, or the fact that we have to walk back into that building and tell Cherise we let demons take her baby.”
“Yeah. I’m going to leave that to you. I’ve already been on the losing end of a mother’s anger. Not real anxious to repeat the experience.”
Her stomach in knots from terror, Kody headed up the walkway to face Cherise. But that wasn’t really her fear. Her nightmare was that she’d fail again. Fail the world, her family …
And the man she’d been instructed to kill who owned her heart.
CHAPTER 10
Nick came awake to a pounding ache in his head. Every inch of his body throbbed as he recalled being captured by the demons and dumped in a cage.
I’m really getting tired of this crap. It seemed like every other day, he was being taken by something and locked up someplace weird. If it didn’t hurt so much, he’d laugh at just how routine crazy had become in his daily life.
Slowly, he cracked open his eyes and did his best not to show any sign of alertness until he knew where he was, and who or what was around him.
“You might as well sit up. He knew you were awake before you did.”
Nick frowned at the familiar voice. Bracing himself for the pain, he rolled over on the small bed to find the Ash from his school sitting on a chair in the corner. He ground his teeth to stave off the pain and pressed his thumb to his temple. “What are you doing here? You a prisoner, too?”
“Depends on the definition, I guess.”
Rubbing his head, Nick was having a hard time focusing either his sight or his thoughts. “Where am I?”
“It’s called the guest room, but no one ever wants to stay here.”
Yeah, it was a little cold and creepy. Four gray stone walls, no door or window. Just a bed and a chair. While there were probably some people this might appeal to, Nick was definitely not one of them.
He tried to stare at Ash, but he could barely keep his eyes open from the pain that cleaved his skull. “If you’re just going to evade my questions, why are you here?”
“In case you were injured, I didn’t want you to wake up alone. I know from experience that they can be really rough when they bring you in.”
“The slobbering hell-monkeys?”
Ash let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah. Good term for them.”
Nick leaned back against the headboard as a wave of nausea consumed him. “Do you live here?”
“Unfortunately.” Panicked and nervous, Ash stood up fast. The moment he did, the chair he was in melted into the wall. “He’s coming.”
“Who?”
Ash didn’t answer. Instead, he vanished at the same time a door appeared in the wall to Nick’s left. A tall, dark shadow entered. At first, Nick thought he was hallucinating.
But no, it was real.
Throwing his head back, Nick cackled with laughter at the last thing he’d ever expected to walk into this room. Now this … this he had not seen coming.
The ancient Atlantean he knew so well paused at the foot of his bed with an arched brow. Standing at the almost seven feet in the height Nick was used to, Acheron was back to his in-your-face bad on bad. The only thing different was his long blond hair. But the swirling, inhuman silver eyes were there, along with the black Goth clothing.
The “real” Acheron Parthenopaeus narrowed those swirling silver eyes on Nick. “That’s not the reception I’m used to receiving.”
And still Nick laughed. “Yeah, well, I’m an idiot.”
“Apparently.” Acheron waited several more minutes while Nick continued to laugh. “Are you planning to stop that anytime soon?”
Nick held his hands up as he struggled to control himself. But every time he looked at Ash, he lost it again. He just couldn’t stop laughing.
Until something grabbed him by the throat and lifted him from the bed to pin him to the wall. Yeah, that sucked the humor right out of him.
“Better.” Acheron folded his arms over his chest. “Now that I have your full attention, tell me why Thorn is so eager to lay hands to you.”
“I’m irresistibly cute.”
“And you’re about to be a stain on my wall.”
“Sure you want to do that? Blood’s so dang hard to paint over. Makes reselling a bitch.”
Acheron scowled at him. “How is it you’re human and not afraid of me?”
“Told you, I’m an idiot. Cute one. But idiot nonetheless … Just ask my girlfriend. She will gleefully corroborate my rampant stupidity and probably add many more examples of it.”
The invisible grip brought Nick forward until he was hanging in front of Acheron, who eyed him pointedly. “You don’t want to play with me, kid. I’ve been known to tear the limbs off things that annoy me.”
“And I’ve been known to send grown adults into therapy, especially anger management.”
The expression of irritated disbelief on Acheron’s face was almost enough to make Nick laugh again, but self-preservation kept him from doing anything more than staring at the ancient being. “What gives you your strength?”
“If I said Wheaties, would you let me go?”
The grip loosened and dropped Nick straight to the floor. “I should hand you over to Thorn and let him dissect you.”
“That would probably make him happy … me, not so much.”
“And again, I ask you why.”
Obviously, this Acheron wasn’t as clairvoyant as the one Nick knew at home.
Time to do what I do best. Play stupid and see what Ash knows about all this.
“He thinks I’m the Malachai.”
It was Acheron’s turn to burst out laughing. “You?” Could he have put any more disdain into that single word?
But Nick wasn’t offended. He found it rather amusing himself … at times. “I know, right? I think Thorn was sniffing fumes or something. Inhalants rot the brain and shrink the important equipment. Make you delusional and cause you to drool.”
Acheron ignored his segue. “Why would he think that?”
Nick shrugged with a nonchalance he definitely didn’t feel. “I told you. Inhalants. Bad bad stuff, that.”
Indecision was plain in those eerie swirling eyes. It was obvious Acheron was trying to discern the truth. “I know you’re lying to me about something. I just can’t tell what.” His eyes flared red. “Tell me what frightens you.”
Nick felt his head starting to swim. Ash was in there, picking around his thoughts.
Let’s hear it for us stubborn Cajuns. Malachai powers or not, Nick was the most obstinate and steel-willed creature ever born. No one picked his brain without his consent. Not even the great and mighty Acheron. “My worst fear? Being like everyone else. So I usually battle it with my extraordinary powers of awesomeness.”