Absolute Surrender (50 page)

Týr pulled out a pack of M&M’s from his leather coat and dropped the sweets in his palm. “They’re still inside,” he said, frowning at the handful of brown colored candy left. Then, with a shrug, he tossed the lot into his mouth, shoving the empty wrapper back into his pocket.

“What exactly are they doing again?” Aethan asked, scanning the area around them.

“It’s a human custom, to light candles for a departed loved one.”

Rain started to fall and a cold breeze blew in from the East River. The scent of the sea washed away the day’s smog and exhaust fumes. Gulls flew overhead, squawking furiously.

“Ever been in one of them before?” Týr asked, for once ignoring the few females there who eyed them shamelessly as they sashayed into the cathedral.

“What? A cathedral? Other than the quick glimpse I just got now, no.” Aethan paced along the top step in the misty rain. Stopping, he stared at the empty doorway. Edginess tightened like a noose around him.

Týr straightened from the wall and joined him. “Something doesn’t feel right.”

“I agree. I’m getting them now—”

Hurried footsteps from inside the cathedral cut him off. He strode to the entrance just as Kira ran out.

“Echo,” she panted. “Is she with you?”

Aethan flashed into the cathedral and scanned the interior, ignoring the females’ gasp of surprise at his sudden appearance.
‘
Echo, where are you
?’

When she didn’t respond to his telepathic link, panic began to take hold of him. He couldn’t sense any
demoniis.
So she had to be around somewhere. Why the hell wasn’t she answering?

‘
Dammit, Echo, answer me
!’

He came back out to hear Kira snapping at Týr, “She was sitting in a pew, while I was at the altar. When I looked for her, she’d disappeared. I thought she’d be with you. How is this my fault?”

A tick jumped in Týr’s jaw. “She’s your friend. You shouldn’t have come here, knowing there’s a damn
demonii
after her.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Her hands balled into fists. “You think I want some evil bastard getting hold of her? We only came to pay our respects for Tamsyn. We could do nothing less for a friend who gave her life to protect Echo!”

“Kira?” Aethan stepped between them, effectively stopping her furious outburst. “Tell me exactly what happened.”

She inhaled deeply. “After you left us, Echo waited for me. She doesn’t care for religious things, never has. She only comes to church—”

“Would you just answer the damn question,” Týr growled.

“I will, if you stop jumping down my throat every five seconds,” she hissed at him. She turned back to Aethan. “She sat down in the third pew...wait—wait, she got up to look at the stained-glass windows, but when I looked again, she wasn’t there. I thought she came back to you.”

Fear seized Aethan’s belly. “She didn’t come out this way.”

He scanned the interior of the building and the surrounding areas again. Still nothing. He tried their telepathic link once more, but when only silence answered him, the vice in his gut tightened.

“I can’t sense anything either,” Týr said. “What about her obsidian? The dagger should summon you, if she’s in danger, right?”

Aethan shook his head. “It should. That it doesn’t isn’t a good sign. Can only mean one thing, we’re not dealing with the supernatural here.”

‘
Blaéz, did you see Echo
?’
he asked the Celt.

‘
No. What happened
?’

Panic coiled through him. ‘
She disappeared from inside the cathedral. What about the crypt?
’

‘
No activity here
,’ Blaéz responded.
‘
We’ll find her
.’

Aethan inhaled a ragged breath and found anxious hazel eyes pinned on him. “Týr, take Kira home—”

“No.” Kira’s hands shot out stopping them. “I’m not leaving until we find her—”

‘
Aethan...
’ Echo’s
pained
voice was faint in his mind.

‘
Echo, where are you
?’

‘
Neal—cathedral...
’

‘
Echo
?
Echo, talk to me
!’

Nothing. Just silence.

“Who’s Neal?” he grounded out.

Kira looked at him in confusion. “From the bar. The guy you tried to impale with whiskey bottles. Why?”

His vision turned hazy as anger spread like wildfire through him.

“Aethan?” Týr had stepped in front of Kira, his hands on Aethan’s shoulders. “Come on, man, breathe. We’ll find her.”

Aethan shook him off. “He has her! The bastard has her.”

Kira’s hazel eyes widened in alarm. “Oh, no. Aethan, he’s bad news. He’s still pissed at Echo for turning him down.”

A chilling rage took hole of him. The fucker dared to touch his mate? For that he would pay with his life.

Blaéz rounded the corner of the cathedral, his lean face set in its usual impassive lines. Dagan strode up the stairs to join them.

“Anything?” Blaéz asked, rubbing a hand down his unshaven face.

“A human has her,” Týr told them.

Fury raged through Aethan and he struggled for control. Rampaging the city wasn’t going to help get Echo back. Jaw set, he said, “For him to disappear without us being aware of it, he must be traveling through the tunnels beneath the cathedral.”

“Found something,” Dagan said. “The crypt has a labyrinth of underpasses leading back to the understructure of the church. I explored some, but it branches out in several places, goes into the city and beyond.”

Fuck! The bastard could just disappear with Echo. Aethan dematerialized to the crypt.

As he took form, he willed the tomb door open. Seconds later, a squeaking sound filled the quiet graveyard. He stormed into the cold, musty place, as Týr materialized behind him with a moaning Kira.

She shoved away from him. “What the hell did you do to me?”

Aethan approached the broken entrance and stepped inside the narrow, chilly passage. Then he moved with preternatural speed through the dark tunnel. Sensing a shift in the psychic planes, he pulled up short.

The strong stench of sulfur was a punch in his face. But beneath it, he picked up on a fading scent of his mate.

Shit
. The human was only a minion, used by the bastard
demonii
to get a hold of Echo. Now, he’d taken her to Hell!

Fury raged through Aethan.

“I’ll do this alone,” he told Dagan and Týr, who’d followed him. Blaéz had stayed back with Kira. He couldn’t risk them accompanying him to the Dark Realm. With their violent past of being held prisoner in Tartarus, the former gods would be a liability. And Echo was all that mattered right now.

But there was one other who probably knew the way in this cesspool. He pulled out his cell phone. Dammit! No service. He shot a mind-link message to Blaéz. Kira would do the rest.

Aethan hadn’t opened a portal since he was banished to this realm. But the old memories came back pixel clear. He drew on his powers, picturing the shifting weaves of the psychic veils and a doorway into the Dark Realm to the level where Hell resided.

A moment later, a dark shimmering portal opened. His tattoo pulsed in agitation. Ignoring the sword’s frantic bid for freedom, Aethan stepped through the portal and into the suffocating stench of sulfur. His breathing shallow, he turned to find Dagan beside him. Sword in hand and his jaw compressed, his yellow eyes burned bright in the shadowy caverns.

“Echo is all that matters,” Aethan warned him.

As usual the Sumerian said nothing.

A’Damiel took form in front of them moments later and snarled, “I cannot believe you lost her. I should have killed that bastard Neal when he first crossed her path.”

Dagan’s gaze narrowed. “You’re the one who let Seth die
.
”

“If you find comfort in that thought, so be it.”

Aethan growled. He didn’t have time for their face-off because of a warrior who died centuries ago. He headed down the gloomy passages, his mind-link opened to Echo’s. Despite the heavy silence from her, he took comfort in feeling her presence in his soul.

A’Damiel kept pace beside him. “This is not the place Andras is bound to. He created an alternate lair in the outer caverns, close to the
demonii
level,” he told them. “So he can call on his
demonii
minions.”

Soon enough, they arrived at a cave reeking of decaying flesh and heavy with the coppery scent of blood. Bits of moist entrails clung to rough walls gleaming with wet gunk. The screams of never-ending torture surrounded them.

“Dematerialize,” A’Damiel bit out. “It’s better they don’t see you in here.”

Aethan let his molecules disperse, as did Dagan. As soon as they became one with the sulfuric air, a lizard-like demon appeared. Its scales oozing with black slime, the thing slithered toward A’Damiel. Its slitted red eyes glowed in the dark. “
Ssssire,”
it hissed. “Good to ssssee you—”

“Stay out of my way, dung-heap.” With a flick of his fingers, A’Damiel sent the demon-lizard reeling into the dark recesses of the cave, the scrape of its scales ringing in the burrows. “Stay away from those things. They’d crawl up anyone’s arse to get back into Hell.”

They traveled through more dank tunnels and bypassed several caves lit with flames erupting from the crevices in the rock face. The sounds of unbearable torture, being carried out on the damned, battered at them and thickened the air with suffering.

“What the fuck is this place?” Aethan asked. The increasingly-rancid air made his stomach churn.

“The Lower Levels,” A’Damiel said. “Between Hell and Tartarus in the outer strata. One would call it
no man’s
land.”

What felt like hours later, A’Damiel paused at a dimly lit recess. Jagged rocks made up the entranceway. “This is Andras’s new lair. I need to take care of Lazaar first and break the spell. Give me ten minutes. If you kill Andras while he wears his brother’s glamor, Lazaar dies and Andras escapes,” A’Damiel warned then dematerialized.

Ten minutes was too fucking long. He needed to find Echo now. Aethan took form among the bile-inducing smells and scanned the dank place. He stilled. Catching a whiff of sun-ripened raspberries in this hellhole of depravity, he tore through the underground tunnels with only one thought on his mind. Get Echo out and flatten this gods-damned place.

Aethan followed the scent to a door camouflaged to resemble the surrounding rocky wall. With his mind, he willed the heavy rock-face apart. It slid silently away to reveal another dark chamber. The odor of pain, of death, stole his breath. Aethan let his sword shimmer into his hand.

The lifeless bodies of human females lay haphazardly in various corners, their clothes ripped, necks torn out. Some were naked, violently used...

Gods! Sick to his stomach, Aethan continued down the tunnel.

CHAPTER 34

Echo slowly regained consciousness. Her head ached. Sulfur burned her nostrils as she struggled to breathe. She found herself lying on some kind of stone slab in a dark cave, like a sacrificial lamb. Amber fire, burning behind the cracks in the rock walls, lit the place with a creepy glow.

She tried to sit up but her body felt sluggish. And her mouth tasted vile. Nausea rose up her throat and she vomited over the side of the stone slab.

“You’re finally awake?” Neal grabbed her face. Pinching her nose, he forced some sort of potion down her throat.

Echo choked and shoved at him. She spat the revolting sludge on him. His face twisted in fury, and he slapped her. Pain radiated through her jaw and into her throbbing skull.

“You thought you were too good for me,” he snarled. “I’m going to kill that blue-haired bastard of yours, then I will take you.”

“Enough.” With a flick of his hand, Andras sent Neal scurrying off. The
demonii
strolled to her, his eerie red eyes skimming over her prone body.