Moira flipped to her feet. “Nice move.”
“Thanks.” Brenna stretched her neck. “You’re taking it easy on me.”
Moira shrugged. “You’re not at full strength yet.” She reached for a towel to wipe her forehead. “Do you feel any difference since the, ah, the mating?”
“Not really.” Brenna unwound the tape protecting her wrists. “Though it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours.” She glanced at the clock. “I wanted to sit in on the interview with the captured demons.”
“No, you didn’t,” Moira murmured. “Believe me, Jase had blood in his eye. Conn went only to make sure Jase didn’t kill them. Well, before we got answers.”
Brenna reached for a bottle of water. “Jase was out of control in the mall. I mean, I understand it, but—”
“Anger issues, much?” Moira tossed the towel into a bin. “He’s definitely over the edge.”
“I know.” Brenna sighed. “I feel like he’s my responsibility now. Since we mated.”
“He’s not. Your mating was arranged, and you’re protected by contract.” Moira slid into the splits, leaning her head back to her knees. She straightened up, her brow furrowing. “You’re not thinking you’re in love with the guy, are you?”
Well, she definitely had feelings for him, but they ran the gamut from desire to wariness. “I have no bloomin’ clue.”
Moira chuckled. “Welcome to matehood with a Kayrs. If we’re not confused, the earth isn’t spinning.”
Brenna paused. “Problems?”
Moira cracked her neck. “We’re all on eggshells. Rage is eating Jase, and guilt is eating the rest of the brothers. They all need an emotional exorcism, if you ask me.”
“How so?”
“Well, as king, Dage is furious the demons dared take and torture his younger brother. Dage has to retaliate, and I think he’s afraid of how far he’ll go.” Moira stretched her neck.
The king had always seemed to carry the world with ease. But when family was involved, things always got dicey. “How is Emma holding up?” The king’s mate was a kick in the pants as far as Brenna was concerned.
Moira shoved curls off her forehead. “Emma is obsessed with curing Virus-27. I’ve never seen anybody work so hard and with such single-minded dedication.”
“Well, her younger sister has contracted the virus. That would motivate any of us.” Brenna twisted her torso to release tension. “Plus, if the damn bug goes airborne, as we’re all predicting it will, then every vampire mate and witch is susceptible.”
“I know. It’s too bad we haven’t wiped the Kurjans off the map.” Fire danced on Moira’s skin.
The Kurjans were an evil vampire race, who were allergic to the sun. They had created Virus-27 to destroy vampire mates and witches by unraveling their chromosomal pairs. Vampire mates had twenty-seven pairs, while witches had twenty-eight; decrease those . . . and they could end up dead. “Good thing the virus is so slow-moving,” Brenna mused.
“Slow-moving for immortals is fast-moving for humans. The bug will kill, I’m afraid. Eventually.” Moira scrubbed both hands down her face. “It’s difficult watching Talen try to handle Cara’s illness.”
Cara was Emma’s younger sister, and she’d mated Talen right before contracting the virus. “I’m sure Emma will find a cure.” Brenna hoped. “Or Kane will.” Kane was the middle Kayrs brother, the voice of reason, and the smartest person on the planet.
“Aye, Kane will find a cure just to make sure his mate never gets infected. For a logical vampire, he has fallen so hard, it’s adorable.” Moira grinned.
“Look who’s talking.”
Moira shrugged. “Connlan Kayrs is everything I ever wanted in a mate. How could I not fall for the sexiest soldier alive?”
Now that was sweet. “So he’s doing all right?”
“No. I’m worried about him.” Moira took a deep breath. “But we’ll figure it out—we always do.”
Brenna nodded. “I’m glad you’re happy.”
“You will be, too. Just as soon as we get through this difficult time with Jase. All of the brothers will relax.” Moira sighed.
“Vampires aren’t very good with the feelings stuff. If it’s something they can’t fight or kill, then it just pisses them off.” Brenna smiled. “Look at me. I’ve been a vampire mate for less than a day, and I’m full of wisdom.”
Moira nodded. “Unfortunately, I think you’ve nailed the situation. There’s a Kayrs-sized explosion coming, and I can’t tell which direction it’ll come from. I’m afraid there’s no way to stop it.”
“Well, maybe we should get out of the way.” Though every instinct in Brenna’s arsenal urged her to help Jase.
“That would be wise.” Moira stood. “But that’s not who we are, now is it?”
Unfortunately . . . no. “I have a terrible feeling I’m going to get burned.”
“Burn ’em back.” Moira’s tone was light, her eyes dark.
Not good. Not good at all.
Brenna opened her mouth to argue when Conn Kayrs filled the doorway. Tall and strong, the Realm’s ultimate soldier held presence in spades. Add in dark green eyes and a hard jaw, and he was something to look at.
His focus was entirely on his mate, amusement filling his eyes.
“Did I just hear you threaten to burn me, Daitlín?”
Moira batted her eyelashes and flashed him a saucy grin. “If necessary, I’ll turn you crispy.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Hmmm.”
Brenna cleared her throat, well used to Conn’s pet name for Moira. Brat. “Is the torture over?”
Conn nodded. “Yes.”
“And?” Brenna asked.
Conn took her measure. “There’s a ten-billion-dollar contract out on Jase—to take him alive.”
Good lord. “Billion?” The demons had some serious cash.
“Yes.” Conn eyed Moira.
Awareness prickled down Brenna’s spine. “What else?”
At Moira’s nod, he sighed. “There’s a fifteen-billion-dollar contract out on you—if you’re taken before the winter solstice. Afterward, it’s ten billion.”
Brenna coughed. “The demons believe in the damn solstice nonsense?”
“ ’Tis not nonsense,” Moira said slowly. “The Coven Nine has ignored the issue since you’ve been so ill, but now that you’re mending, we should investigate.”
Aye. Good idea. “At least they want me alive,” Brenna said.
“Sort of. Alive before the solstice, dead after.” Conn rubbed a hand through his thick hair. “Apparently Willa is rather pissed Jase mated a witch.”
“Who the hell is Willa, anyway?” Brenna asked.
“Sister to Suri, the leader of the demons.” Conn strode toward Moira. “Willa messed with Jase’s head while Suri and one of his lieutenants spent time destroying his body.” Barely contained anger rode Conn’s hard tone.
Dread slid through Brenna. “How did Willa mess with Jase’s mind?”
Conn turned his head. “You’ll have to ask him that.”
Yeah. Because Jase was so darn forthcoming. “Right.”
Conn grabbed a pair of grappling gloves from a rack and handed them to Moira. “Let’s discuss your threat to burn me to a crisp, shall we?”
Moira grinned, blue dancing along her skin. “I’d love to roll around with you, handsome.”
“Get a room,” Brenna muttered, grabbing her glasses and heading for the doorway. Now the demons had a bounty on her head, and Jase needed to come clean with all the information. She hustled out to track down her mate.
Chapter 10
She found him in her penthouse living room gazing out the windows at the tumultuous water as the sun set. Closing the door, she hesitated. He looked so alone . . . and so dangerous. Large and formidable.