Dead After Dark_Shadow of the Moon Page 17

  "Fine," she huffed then took a step forward, forcing him to retreat. She closed the door and shuffled over to the swing that held too many visions of times past.

  But he couldn't be choosy right now. Trey sat down on the worn oak slats. Like memory cells springing to life, his body reacted with Sasha so close, shifting his heartbeat into high gear. What he wouldn't give to hold her in his arms and taste her lips just once more.

  "So what can I possibly do that your secret hoo-doo agency can't?" she wanted to know.

  He'd anticipated that question. "I need to find an informant for a personal objective. Can't involve my agency."

  "Why not use a better established PI firm? I'm just getting started in this business." She toed the wood porch floor, giving the swing a little shove. The gentle movement fanned loose hairs across her face.

  He fought the urge to reach over and brush them back. Instead, he answered, "I trust you."

  She stopped moving the swing. Her eyes narrowed. Trey didn't need telepathic powers to figure out she sure as hell didn't trust him after he'd broken up with her.

  Sasha shot up from the swing. "Trust is such an overrated commodity," she said with the snippiness of a woman wronged. "Good luck finding your person." She stormed to the door.

  "Suit yourself, but I'll pay well to find Ekkbar."Sasha paused, her hand on the doorknob. "Who?" "A Hindu guy goes by the name Ekkbar. Supposed to be in Atlanta this week. Been told he has information I need."

  She swung around. "What information? Who told you?" "Can't tell you all of that," he dodged, hoping to stoke the interest simmering in her whiskey-gold eyes.

  "You and your secrets," she muttered then glanced away, inhaling a deep breath. When she cut her eyes back at him, she was clearly in a dilemma. "How are we supposed to find him if you aren't going to share information?"

  We? He had her. "I'll share everything I can. He's rumored to be around Piedmont Park this evening."

  "Really?" She clamped her lips shut as if realizing her enthusiasm was a mistake. "Why not go find him without me?"

  "It will be easier to blend in and snoop around if we team up. A couple isn't as quick to make as a single tail."

  She tapped a sexy royal purple fingernail against the door, thinking, then drew a deep breath, "Okay, but only for a week. If we don't find him after that, I'm free from the contract."

  "Fair enough. I'll pick you up at five." Trey expected to locate Ekkbar and send him back beneath Mount Meru by tomorrow. In the meantime, his bogus PI contract would keep Sasha close enough to protect from the magician's clutches.

  The only other problem was keeping her out of Trey's hands.

  Ekkbar peered into a pool of water hidden beneath Mount Meru he'd located the first week he'd lived there. He waved his hand through the air, swirling the nihar. When the mist cleared, he chanted in his native Hindu language, words spoken only by past sorcerers.

  He had to locate Batuk's miserable soldier Vyan. The filthy dog had ruined Ekkbar's plans, destroyed his chance to escape. Now everything hinged on the elite soldier's success. But how could Vyan possibly defeat a Belador or even the pair of witches with his meager powers? Ekkbar had to devise some way to help the wretched interloper. But first, he had to find him.

  Black water began moving, spinning the pool gently. Ekkbar extended his neck forward two feet until he could stare down into the whirling water.

  An image formed of buildings and metal chariots Ekkbar had seen before when he gazed into the future. Vyan probably hid in fear. The soldier came into view, huddled inside a dark room, just as Ekkbar expected. Rays of sunlight striking Vyan's face from the slats he peered through faded away as the sun plunged behind trees, shrouding the land in darkness.

  Vyan stood. He wore strange clothes, no longer dressed in a warrior's mantle of tanned skins. Batuk had been right about Vyan's craftiness. The soldier looked similar to others in the twenty-first millennium. Even his shoulder-length hair and two small braids alongside his face were of that era.

  Vyan hooked his sword in place.

  Ekkbar scowled at the warrior's stupidity as Vyan covered the sword with a long coat.

  "The fool is wasting his time if he thinks a sword will kill a Belador." Ekkbar extended an arm out from his body to his head, rubbing the slick surface in worry. He was doomed if the warrior's best plan depended on a blade.

  When Vyan reached inside his pocket and withdrew a multicolored stone, Ekkbar gasped, cursing the thieving warrior, then leaned forward to confirm he was correct.

  Batuk's elite soldier held the weapon that could ensure success, if Vyan did not destroy the world by carelessly wielding the Ngak stone's magic.

  Trey parked his Bronco along the curb on Tenth Street then circled the truck. The short leather skirt Sasha had on would never allow her to make that step down with modesty.

  She opened her door. "How can you be sure Ekkbar is here?"

  Trey caught her around the waist and lowered her slowly between him and the truck. His gaze dove to the plunging neckline of her violet and black lace top that showcased a cleavage he'd like to dip his tongue into.

  Wonder if she still liked having her nipples . . ."Trey, did you hear me?" Barely. Blood roared through his ears from the image his last thought had conjured.

  "My resource is pretty dependable," he answered, closing the door and taking her hand. Both of his intel hits came early this morning from nightstalkers—vagrants who had died during natural disasters such as violent storms or deep freezes, then lived as tortured souls in the half-world between life and death. Nothing new entered a territory without their notice, but all they could do was inform.

  Unfortunately, nightstalkers held no allegiance to either side of life and possessed no moral code. They relayed information in exchange for a handshake with a supernatural being. The longer the handshake, the longer they could remain as a solid body—much desired over a vaporous form since they could down a bottle of wine as a lifelike ghoul.

  "You know what this guy looks like?" Glad for the change of subject, Trey nodded. "Yes. Short guy, about five feet tall, frail-looking, bald with a big hook nose, and . . . odd eyes."

  "What are you going to do when you find him?" Trey would love to know why she wanted to find Ekkbar.

  "I just want to ask him a few questions." Unless the cursed Hindu got near Sasha, at which time Trey would dispense the bastard into a million pieces. "We've got to behave naturally and not look like undercover agents," he pointed out as they reached a stadium on his right where he'd played a few football games. He stepped into Piedmont Park, guiding them to the concrete route that wound throughout the park he and Sasha used to jog along.

  His conscious questioned the real motive for bringing Sasha here.

  Okay, so he wanted to spend a little time with her tonight. Where was the harm in talking? He'd missed that as much as everything else about her.

  "I wish it was summer," Sasha mused, drawing Trey from his thoughts.

  He smiled as they reached the bridge where she always admired thick clusters of yellow flowers during the summer. A middle-aged man in a newsboy cap yanked his beagle's leash to keep the dog out of a bed of pansies. Trey kept an eye on their surroundings, though few people were out this close to midnight.

  "Haven't been here in a while," she murmured after they crossed the bridge and neared the stone and brick overpass decorated with ceramic tiles and halfhearted graffiti attempts. Had he unconsciously routed them to where he stole his first kiss from Sasha?

  Maybe.Probably. But that didn't give him license to do so again. So stop thinking about how hot she looks in leather and lace. He grabbed at a new topic. "How's your family?"

  "Same dysfunctional group you knew, except now I don't have to deal with them on a daily basis. Rowan lives with me."

  "I'll have to say hello when I take you home." Sasha caught herself before shouting no at Trey. She could just imagine Rowan flying at his throat, trying to kill him. "She's a little under the w
eather right now."

  "Sorry to hear that." Her eyes inadvertently shifted to his mouth. The same mouth that could be hard one minute and soft the next. Trey was making her nuts. How could he be so indifferent to her after she'd pulled out all the stops to dress for him? Couldn't he pay a little attention and flirt? Her ego could use the boost. He was all business. She would be too if she could stop thinking about how she had only one night with Trey and wanted to enjoy some of it. Was that loo much to ask?

  One night because of Ekkbar. That slimy worm must have seen her with Trey last night and was playing with her. He was better socialized than she'd expected.

  Trey stopped near the crossing beneath the old Park Drive Bridge overpass. The same spot where they'd shared a first kiss. Every intelligent brain cell she had said to turn around and walk away, far away from Trey.

  But all the nerves in her body were doing a great job of convincing her she could weather a kiss without losing her heart again. She was an adult this time, one who should be capable of convincing a man to kiss her—or more—then go on with her life.

  She wouldn't mind a rousing night of "or more," but the chances of that were probably as good as convincing him to stay after the end of this week. Trey seemed to be reconnoi-tering the area, not paying her any attention. She could fix that.

  Sasha stretched her arms above her head and took a deep, deep breath, turning so her top shimmered in the ambient light. She wiggled her leather-sheathed bottom.

  Trey's eyes whipped to hers. His gaze rippled with heat as it trailed every curve below her neck.

  So he wasn't as indifferent as he acted. Good start. When he sliced a suspicious glance back at her face, she offered her innocent expression and grimaced as if the move caused pain.

  "Are you okay?" His brows cinched together. "I've got a kink, down low," she said, then drew another breath and exhaled, twisting to arch her back. "Could you . . . rub it?"

  His Adam's apple floated up and down with a swallow. "Rub what?'

  Sasha should feel guilty and not encouraged. "My back. I sit at the computer too long every day." She turned around.

  Nothing happened at first. She remained with her back to him, unwilling to quit now. He grasped her gently at the waist with both hands and started working his thumbs slowly up each side of her spine. His touch sent streaks of heat across her sensitive skin. She wanted to moan over the incredible feel of his hands, wanted more than that. When his fingers reached her shoulders, she turned, her chest a breath from his.

  "My brother used to hug me and crack my back. Think you could do that?" She poured on the innocence and held a straight face. Tough act to pull off when she wanted his hands between her legs.

  Trey wrapped her in a hug that sent her thoughts tumbling back to when she'd turned to him for escape from a family plagued with problems, for comfort and . . . for love. He slowly lifted her up against him. When her hip met his, she felt solid proof he was still just as affected by touching her as she was by his hands.

  Oh yes, very affected.He groaned into her hair. Hot breath raked her skin. She folded her arms around his neck and kissed his throat, then ran her tongue along the bottom edge of his ear.

  He shuddered and turned his face to hers, pausing for a fleeting second before his mouth captured her waiting lips, the kiss powerful and filled with longing that melted her heart.

  No one else had ever made her feel anything close to this cared for in all these years. She'd grown out of her tomboy looks in her mid twenties, but Trey had always found her attractive. Where other women had been intimidated by his stature, she'd enjoyed a male that made her feel feminine.

  His mouth stoked the simmering heat she'd thought never to feel blaze up again, until now. She wanted this man, craved him like a drug. Long fingers of one hand drove up into her hair, holding her as if he thought she'd stop. No way. She wanted him here, now, anywhere. His mouth demanded more, caressing her tongue with his. He reached up, grazing a finger across her hard nipples through the sheer material.

  Her thighs tightened in reaction, damp and ready for him.

  Why had she never felt this way about another man? His hand cupped her bottom and raised her up. In a move as natural as breathing, Sasha's legs wrapped around his

  waist, wishing she could unzip him so he could drive inside her.

  Trey growled with the contact as though he couldn't believe what they were doing. She locked her legs tighter and rubbed against the thick bulge from his hard shaft.

  She smiled, happier than she'd been in forever. "Trey, I want—" A force jerked her backward.

  Her muddled mind fought past the sensuous fog. What the devil was happening? Another yank broke the kiss.

  "Something's got me," she blurted out. Her eyes met Trey's. The fury rocking through his gaze took her breath.

  He lunged for her and wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her back to his chest in an iron grip. Feet planted wide, Trey shoved his other arm up, palm out.

  Wind lashed the park, tearing at her hair. Sasha followed Trey's gaze to see what he stared at with murder in his eyes.

  Standing high above them on one end of the Park Drive Bridge overpass was the silhouetted shape of a man. Red lightning bolts sparked everywhere, highlighting the trees towering above each side of him and outlining his body, which was well over six and a half feet tall.

  This guy was larger than Trey and just as deadly looking. His shoulder-length hair and long jacket whipped back and forth in the rogue wind that had come out of nowhere. The rest of his body remained rigid as a statue, one arm extended with a rock that glowed with multicolors in his open palm.

  That couldn't be Ekkbar. Trey's description of the spindly magician had matched Rowan's from her dreams.

  The crazy guy held the stone high and called out, "She is mine, Belador. Owed for a blood debt."

  A stronger force wrenched her body hard. She shrieked and clutched Trey, terrified of losing her grip. How was he holding them back against a magician's power? Trey's massive build vibrated with strain.

  With no time to question what was going on, Sasha searched for a way to help. Birds fluttered between the trees on each side of their attacker, back lit by the red aura. Sasha concentrated and started chanting, "Hearken elements, thy power I seek . . ." Her voice blurred with the loud roar of the wind.

  A sharp crack rent the air. Then another. She stared in horror as two trees crashed down, barely missing the strange guy.

  The magnetic pull disengaged."Hold on." Trey yanked her tight then raced away. Sasha clung to him, her heart banging her ribs. She opened her eyes to see if the lunatic was pursuing them, but no human could have followed at the speed Trey was traveling. Before she took three breaths, he'd shoved her inside the Bronco, cranked the engine, and tore away from the parking spot.

  Sasha didn't loosen her death grip on the door until they'd passed the Carter Center, shocked as she studied the profile of a man she'd thought she knew at one time. But the feral look in his eyes tonight was one as foreign to her as watching him battle an unworldly being.

  "Urn, Trey," she started carefully. "Want to talk?" Did he think he could just drive her home after that and not explain?

  His neck muscles pulsed, pumped as tight as his fingers gripping the steering wheel. "Yeah, I do."

  She held her breath, wondering how she could possibly believe any explanation for what just happened. And maybe he'd been so caught up in the metaphysical battle he hadn't noticed the trees falling.

  "Sasha, what exactly are you and why is a cursed Hindu warrior trying to take you from me?"

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  Trey ground his molars then eased up before they turned into powder. What the hell had happened back in Piedmont Park? The stoplight he barreled the Bronco toward changed to amber. He shoved an annoyed glare at the swinging lamp that switched right back to green before he reached the empty intersection and spun the truck left. Adrenaline surged so hard through his tight body he could wrench the steering wheel
off the column.

  He took a breath and glanced at Sasha.

  She stared openmouthed at him in a stupor then recovered to yell, "Me? What are you?"

  Touché. His fury subsided. He'd been so shocked at her dropping two trees he'd overlooked exposing his own abilities.

  But he could not share much about Beladors outside his own kind and only to protect the tribe. The one exception was telling his mate, which Sasha would never be. Aside from the telepathy issue, he'd still never risk linking her life to his, a condition of taking a mate. And mating to anyone with powers was a major no-no that was rarely allowed.

  Trey wiped a hand over his face, buying a minute to formulate an answer then went with a stock line that VIPER'S PR department doled out for government bureaucrats.

  "I'm trained to deal with . . . unusual situations. That's why I can't talk about what I do. Our agency's identity and operation are tightly protected secrets." Not bad. That was a reasonable answer without giving up anything significant.

  "If you think I'm going to accept a blanket statement written by someone who deals with damage control for your troops, you're crazy."

  "Sasha, I can't—" "Don't you Sasha me! I just watched you battle something from another world. What was he! And what did he mean about being owed for past blood debts?"

  Trey swung the Bronco onto her street, parked along the curb several car lengths from her house, and cut the engine. Tension battled for space in the sudden silence. He turned to her, expecting a woman close to hysteria.

  Sasha had swung around to face him and leaned back against the door, arms crossed with a you-better-have-answers look in her eyes. Forever his tough girl.

  "He's a Hindu warrior who lived eight hundred years ago," Trey answered. "I'm wondering why he's here and thinking he must have come in Ekkbar's place. As for the blood debt, I wouldn't want to speculate." He knew the story, but preferred to wait until he contacted Brina, who led the Belador warriors and answered to the Celtic goddess Macha. Bottom line—his Belador ancestors had murdered families of the Kujoo in an attempt to enslave the race, forcing future generations to make amends for past sins. How the hell was he going to keep Sasha safe from this demon and not draw the Beladors into a war?