DH 05 Kiss Of The Night (29 page)

Would he be safe here?”

The indecision on Phoebe’s face said it al .

No, he wouldn’t be. They had seen enough of Wulf’s treatment tonight to verify that. Apol ites were no more tolerant of humans than humans were of Apol ites.

At least they didn’t tie each other to stakes anymore and set fire to them.

At least not often.

Wulf looked meaningful y at Phoebe. “I can protect him and his children a lot easier than you can. I think the temptation of having a human soul here would be way too much for some of your people to handle.

Especial y given how much they hate Dark-Hunters. What a coup. Kil my son, get a human soul, and take revenge on the very thing al of you despise most.”

Phoebe nodded. “I suppose you’re right.” She took Cassandra’s hand. “Yes, I would like to add some things to the box for him.”

While Wulf and Chris played cards, Cassandra went to the bedroom and retrieved the large silver-inlaid box that Kat had brought with them from the house, along with paper and pens.

She and Phoebe wrote letters to the baby. After a while, Phoebe left her alone to run a quick errand.

Cassandra sat alone in her room, flipping through the pages of notes and letters she had made for her son. How she wished she could see him grow. She would give anything to glimpse her son as a grown man.

Maybe Wulf could contact a Were-Hunter and have one take her forward in time. Just for a quick glance.

Just to let her see what she would miss.

But then that might be even worse. Besides, pregnant women couldn’t travel through the time portals.

“I hope you look like your father,” she said, rubbing her stomach gently as she imagined the little baby inside her. She could easily see him with dark, wavy hair like Wulf’s. He’d be tal , hopeful y muscular.

And he would be forced to grow up without a mother’s love. Just as Wulf would be forced to watch her die…

A sob caught in her throat as she reached for another piece of paper. She wrote quickly, holding back her tears, tel ing her son just how much she did love him. Letting him know that even though she wasn’t with him physical y, she would be with him spiritual y.

Somehow she would find a way to watch over him. Always.

She finished the letter, placed it in the box, then took it to the living room where the guys were stil playing cards. She was afraid to be alone. Her thoughts had a nasty way of torturing her whenever she was by herself.

Chris and Wulf were champions at keeping her mind off the future. At making her smile even when she didn’t feel like it.

Chris had just dealt Cassandra into their game when Phoebe returned with a book.

“What’s this?” she asked as Phoebe added it to the box on the couch next to her.

“It’s a book of Apol ite fairy tales,” Phoebe said. “Remember the one Mom used to read to us when we were kids? Donita sel s them in her shop so I went just now and bought one for the baby.” Suspicious, Wulf picked the book up and flipped through it with a frown. “Hey, Chris,” he said, handing it to his Squire. “You read Greek, right?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s in here?”

Chris started reading silently, then burst out laughing. Hard.

Cassandra cringed as she remembered some of the things her mother had read to them when they were children.

Chris kept laughing. “I don’t know if you want the baby to see this if you’re the one raising him.”

“Let me guess,” Wulf said, narrowing his gaze on Phoebe. “He’l have nightmares that Daddy is going to hunt him down and rip his head off?”

“Pretty much. I am particularly fond of the one cal ed: ‘Acheron the Great Evil.’” Chris paused as he turned to another story. “Oh, wait… You’l love this one. They got the story of the nasty Nordic Dark-Hunter.

Remember the story with the witch and the oven? This one features you with a furnace.”

“Phoebe!” Wulf snapped, looking over at her.

“What?” Cassandra’s sister asked innocently. “That’s our heritage. It’s not like you guys don’t swap stories on Andy the Evil Apol ite or Daniel the Kil er Daimon. You know, I see human movies and read their books too. They’re not exactly nice to my people. They portray us al as soul ess kil ers who have no compassion or feelings.”

“Yeah, wel ,” Wulf said, “
your
people happen to be soul-sucking demons.” Phoebe cocked her head with attitude. “You ever met a banker or a lawyer? Tel me who’s worse, my Urian or one of them? At least we need the food; they do it just for profit margins.” Cassandra laughed at their banter, then took the book from Chris’s hands. “I appreciate the thought, Phe, but could we find a book that doesn’t paint the Dark-Hunters as Satan?”

“I don’t think one exists. Or if it does, I’ve never seen it.”

“Great,” Wulf muttered, picking up another card, “just great. My poor son’s going to have nightmares al of his childhood.”

“Trust me,” Chris said as he upped his bet against Wulf. “That book’s going to be the least of your kid’s problems with you as his father.”

“What do you mean?” Cassandra asked.

Chris put his cards down and met her gaze. “You do know that as a smal child, they actual y carried me around on a pil ow? I had a custom-made helmet that I had to wear until I was four.”

“That’s because you banged your head every time you got angry. I was afraid you were going to get brain damage from it.”

“The brain is fine,” Chris said. “It’s my ego and social life in the toilet. I shudder at what you’re going to do to that kid.”

Chris dropped his voice and imitated Wulf’s lilting Norse accent. “Don’t move, you might get bruised.

Oops, a sneeze, better cal in specialists from Belgium. Headache? Odin forbid, it might be a tumor. Quick, rush him for a CAT scan.”

Wulf shoved his shoulder playful y. “And yet you live.”

“Ever the better to procreate for you.” Chris met Cassandra’s gaze. “It’s a hel of a life.” Then Chris dropped his gaze as if he were thinking about that for a minute. “But there are worse ones out there.” Cassandra wasn’t sure which of them was most stunned by that confession. Her or Wulf.

Chris got up and went to the foyer where a trestle table was set with snacks and drinks. He poured himself more Coke and grabbed some chips before he and Wulf resumed their game of cards.

It was just before midnight when Urian rejoined them. He looked a lot better than he had earlier. His deep tawny skin had a healthy glow. His eyes were bright and for once he wore his long, blond hair down around his shoulders. Cassandra would give Phoebe credit. Her husband was extremely gorgeous.

When he was dressed completely in black, there wasn’t much difference between Urian and a Dark-Hunter. Except for what they needed in order to live.

Phoebe smiled as Urian neared her.

Wulf didn’t. In fact, the tension between the men was fierce.

“What’s the matter, Dark-Hunter?” Urian asked as he draped his arm around Phoebe’s shoulders. “You were hoping I’d succumb?”

“No, I was just wondering who you kil ed to reclaim your health.” Urian gave a short amused laugh at that. “I’m sure the cows you eat aren’t exactly thril ed by their slaughter either.”

“They’re not people.”

Urian sneered at that. “In case you haven’t noticed, Dark-Hunter, there are a lot of people out there who aren’t human either.”

Taking Phoebe’s hand, Urian led her toward the door. “C’mon, Phe, I don’t have much time before I have to return to Kalosis and I don’t want to spend it with my enemies.” As soon as Urian and Phoebe left, Chris headed off to bed.

Cassandra and Wulf were alone.

“You think Kat’s okay?” Wulf asked as he picked up Chris’s glass and closed the chips.

“I’m sure she is. She’l probably be back soon.” Cassandra gathered her sister’s letters for the baby and tucked them inside the box.

“After that book she bought, I shudder to think what your sister wrote in her letters.”

“Hmmm,” Cassandra said, glancing back at the box. “Maybe I should read them first…”

“Wel , if they point to me as a horned demon, I would appreciate it.” Cassandra dropped her gaze down to his lap and to the bulge that was already there. “I don’t know about that. From my experience you are a horny demon.”

He arched a brow. “Am I?”

“Uh-huh. Horny to the extreme.”

He laughed, then kissed her slowly, hotly. “You taste like lemon,” he whispered against her lips.

Cassandra licked her lips as she remembered putting lemon juice on her fish.

Wulf tasted of decadence, wild, fierce decadence, and he made her heart race.

“Oh, oh, wait, I’m going blind!”

Wulf pul ed back at the sound of Kat’s voice.

Cassandra looked over her shoulder to see her friend standing in the open doorway.

Kat shut the door behind her. “Thank goodness no one’s naked.”

“Three more seconds and we would have been,” Wulf teased.

“Ew!” Kat cringed. “More information than I needed.”

She walked over to sit across from them. Her joking aside, Kat’s features looked pinched.

Wulf was a bit disgruntled by her intrusion.

Cassandra pul ed back from him and turned around to face Kat. “Something wrong?”

“Just a bit. Stryker isn’t happy about your vanishing. The Destroyer was also pissed at me. A lot. Luckily, she hasn’t rescinded the no-touch law where I’m concerned. It gives us some leeway, but I’m not sure how long Stryker wil abide by it.”

“Wil you have any warning if they do rescind it?” Wulf asked.

“I don’t know.”

“What happened with Urian?” Cassandra asked. “Did they find out about his helping us?”

“No, I don’t think so. But I’l tel you what. I’m afraid of what Stryker might do to him if he ever learned Urian was helping us. He wants you and the baby dead in the worst way.” Cassandra swal owed at that, then changed the subject. “So what did you two do?”

“I dropped Urian off at his house and left him there so that no one would know I was helping him. If anyone saw me near him, they’d be suspicious immediately. We haven’t exactly been friends over the centuries.

Hel , we haven’t even been cordial.”

“Why?” Cassandra asked. “He seems nice enough. A bit standoffish, but I can’t real y blame him for that.”

“Trust me, hon, he’s a different Urian here. He’s not the same guy I’ve known for eleven thousand years.

The Urian I’ve known wouldn’t hesitate to kil anyone or anything at his father’s command. I’ve seen him snap the neck of any Daimon who crossed them and you don’t want to know what he does to Were-Hunters who betray them.”

Wulf reached for his drink on the coffee table. “The Spathis are the reason Dark-Hunters never come out of bolt-holes, aren’t they?”

She nodded. “The bolt-hole drops you front and center into the main banquet hal of Kalosis. Right in the heart of their city. Dark-Hunters are kil ed instantly. Weres are given a chance. They can swear al egiance to the Destroyer and be spared or they die.”

“And Daimons?”

“Are welcomed so long as they train with the Spathis and uphold their warrior’s code. The instant they show weakness, they die too.”

Wulf let out a slow breath. “Hel of a place you come from, Kat.”

“That’s not my place. I come from Olympus.”

“Then how did you get involved with the Destroyer?”

Cassandra was curious about that too.

Kat was sheepish. “I real y can’t go there.”

“Why not?” Cassandra asked.

Kat shrugged. “It’s something no one talks about, least of al me.” Wel , that was just irritating and told her nothing. But then Cassandra had other things on her mind. “Do you think Stryker wil be able to find us here?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. Stryker has a lot of spies in the Apol ite and Were communities. It’s how he found us before. Apparently one of the Weres at the Inferno works with him and contacted them as soon as we came in the door.”

Wulf indicated the door that led out into the city. “So any one of the people out there could betray us?”

“I won’t lie and say no. It is possible.”

Cassandra swal owed as fear invaded her heart. “Is there any place safe?”

“At this time. No.”

Cassandra was getting ready for bed. Wulf was stil outside with Kat, brainstorming escape plans in case they needed a quick exit from Elysia.

Personal y, Cassandra was tired of running. Tired of being hunted.

Look on the bright side, it will all end on your birthday.

Somehow that thought was less than comforting to her. Sighing, she ran her hand through the letters in her memory box. Cassandra paused as she noticed a piece of sealed gray vel um paper that was different from the cream ones she used.

She hadn’t added that one. Wulf’s fears about what her sister might write made her more than curious.

A frown creasing her brow, she pul ed the letter out and looked it over. She pried the seal up so as not to hurt it, then opened it.

Her heart stopped as she read the masculine, flowing script.

Dear son,

I would call you by name, but I’m waiting for your mother to decide. I only hope she is joking when she
calls you Albert Dalbert.

Cassandra paused to laugh at that. It was a joke between them, at least most of the time. Sobering, she read on.

For weeks now I have watched your mother zealously gather her tokens for this box. She’s so afraid of
you not knowing anything about her, and it bothers me greatly that you’ll never know her strength
firsthand. I’m sure by the time you read this, you’ll know everything I do about her.

But you’ll never know her for yourself and that pains me most of all. I wish you could see the look on her
face whenever she talks to you. The sadness she tries so hard to hide. Every time I see it, it cuts through
me.

She loves you so much. You’re all she talks about. I have so many orders from her for you. I’m not
allowed to make you crazy the way I do your Uncle Chris. I’m not allowed to call the doctors every time
you sneeze and you are to be allowed to tussle with your friends without me having a conniption that
someone might bruise you.