Howler's Night (19 page)

I narrowed my eyes. “Which side do you work for?”

He slowly curled his lips, and it warmed me to my toes. “Finally you ask a proper question. I work for neither and both.”

“Ah.” I lifted my brows; the nonsense was starting to make some sort of sense. “So you’re a mercenary. Selling yourself to the highest bidder?”

Shifting, he gave me a proud look, like a teacher smiling down at his student. “Now you get it.”

“So you’re here for order?”

“For now.”

“So who exactly are order and chaos? Demons and Angels? God and Lucifer?”

He scratched the side of his jaw. “It’s a little more complicated than that. You are a demon, Pandora. To expect heaven to come to your rescue—never think it. In the end, the prophecy holds true: all demons will burn. But
when
that fate ultimately happens—that we can control. That we can manipulate.”

“So who is it?”

He shrugged. “Even I’m not sure.”

I would say I was shocked, but I wasn’t really. The ancient war between Heaven and Hell went far beyond me. It’d been going on long before the dawn of civilization and didn’t seem like it would end anytime soon.

“You see, you’re just one game. But there are many different chess boards in play.”

Again, not surprised. I didn’t think Hell would hinge all its hopes and dreams on my wee shoulders. “So how many are we talking?”

“Oh.” He wrinkled his nose. “Several hundred thousand, give or take a million.”

My eyes did widen at that. “That many, huh?”

Jeez, made me feel sort of insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

He flicked at my big toe. I scooted my foot back to my side, glaring at him. “And how involved are you in all those sets?”

“Actively. Oh, I’m not just here.” He pointed down at the ground. “I’m over there, and over there, and over there.” He pointed all over the place. “And I will stop all of you, unless, of course, chaos gains the upper hand again. Then I’ll actively pursue your deaths.”

“That’s very encouraging. No really, thanks for being such a shit, Death. Warms me all over.”

He laughed. “Figured you’d appreciate a little honesty in your life, demon girl.”

“Yeah.” I waved a hand. “Cause I sure as hell don’t get much of it now.”

“Well hey, you know what’s what.”

“No, actually I don’t.”

His look was bland. “Are we really back to this?” Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he shook his head. “Asher is the boat, Dora. Can I call you Dora? You don’t mind, right?”

I waved my hand. “Whatever.”

His smile was broad. “Good, cause I kind of feel like we’re mates now.”

“Yeah, mates.” I snorted. “One who’ll chop off my head when given the chance. Glad I’ve got you in my corner there, champ.”

“Don’t forget the bathing in your entrails part. That’s always my favorite part of the whole deal.”

I might have laughed, except his eyes had taken on an excited gleam and a visible tremor had rippled down his shoulders.

I swallowed hard. Death was psychotic and really not altogether there, and yet I liked the freak. Though I never wanted to meet him in a dark alley. Even Lust shuddered inside me at the thought.

“Oh, not to worry. You’re not my type.” Dean patted my kneecap. At some point he’d scooted closer to me. “I’d break you, demon girl. I prefer my bed partners a little more wicked.” His smile was nothing but sharp teeth.

Slapping his hand off me, I rolled my eyes. “You’re good on a girl’s ego.”

“I aim to please.” He patted his stomach. “Now, about the whole Asher being a boat thing. Not sure if you caught that the first time.”

“Yeah, I caught that.” I scraped at a rough patch of bark on the tree. “But isn’t the whole point of love that you choose your partner?”

“I wouldn’t know a damn thing about love, but having seen it through the years, I’d say it’s a pretty powerful emotion. It can make fools of men and heroes of worms. What’s your point?”

It was my turn to give him a wide-eyed stare. “My point is that without the choice to love him, it’s not real.”

He blew a raspberry. “That’s trifling human nonsense. ‘Will.’” He flitted his fingers. “Will is overrated. So what. How do you feel about him?”

“I hate him,” I snapped, then covered my foot with the other and wiggled my toes together.

“You’re such a terrible liar. Even now I hear your heart pounding, scent your lust for him, your blood, your need.”

“That is both disgusting and creepy.”

“Then stop shoving out those pheromones, demon.” He batted his hand as if the smell of it were repulsive to him.

“But my feelings were manipulated
so that
I’d feel it.”

He shrugged. “So says you.”

I cocked my head, pulse pounding. “Are you implying I’m not?”

Again he shrugged. “How would I know?”

“Who else was pulling straws? Tell
them
to come next time,” I huffed. “You suck at this.”

“Hey. I wasn’t too happy ‘bout this either, but it is what it is. Riddle me this, Dora. Did he or did he not work over four months to bring you out of that madness?”

I frowned, clamping my lips shut.

“No words. Okay, how ‘bout this. Did he or did he not keep searching when everyone else had left you?”

I turned my face to the side, stomach churning with butterfly wings.

“Luc left. Just... ditched you. Bailed. Took off. He didn’t get a new assignment like he claimed. He bailed, Dora.”

The words didn’t hurt me like they once might have. I mean they still twinged—I wasn’t without heart after all (even if I am part demon)—but I had expected it. Luc was who he was: a sometimes heartless bastard more concerned with the collective than the single Neph.

I shrugged. “I didn’t really think he’d bailed for honorable reasons.”

“Well, I didn’t say they weren’t honorable.”

“Speaking to you is really not fun, Dean. Just putting it out there.”

He chuckled. “That’s what they all tell me. I’ll never understand it—I think I’m a pretty affable guy.”

“If you say so.”

He looked at me for a second, as if waiting for an answer. I puckered my lips and picked at my fingernail. “So tell me more about Asher.”

“He...” His mouth opened and then he took in a deep breath before wagging a finger in my face. “You see, you do care. Admit it.”

“No, because I’m still not convinced that I would have fallen for him if it weren’t for chaos or order or whoever the hell meddled with my heart. And I’ll never be okay with that.”

“Well, hell, demon girl.” He sounded exasperated. “Then take him out of the picture. If Asher isn’t real, would you have survived this? Would you be here with me now, talking to me now?”

My brows lowered.

“Well? Would you?”

Life without Asher. Never meeting him at the carnival. But no, really it would have been long before that. Long before I’d ever even known he’d existed, when Greed’s emissary had set her sights on taking me out. What if she’d given the order to execute to Axel, or Ari? Neither of those males had made my soul tremble, neither of those males would have seen me and stayed their hand as I rocked a dying infant into her eternal slumber.

Neither of them would have taken the time to know me, to learn me, to find me not evil but fascinating. To work always in shadow, never revealing themselves to me until they could no longer protect me in secret. None of them would have entered those tunnels below Sanguinary with me, would have made sure to keep an eye on me. None of them would have traveled with me to Hell, would have died to keep me safe there, would have brought me back to the land of the living. Would have done whatever it took to see me protected, even going so far as making me believe I’d been betrayed because he’d known we’d needed Grace’s involvement, needed Kemen’s sacrifice. And neither of them would have found me in the Twilight House and taken months out of their lives to attempt to undo the damage that’d been done to me.

None of them could have held me like he did. Could have loved me like he does. None of them.

And though the Triad had tried damned hard to make me forget him, to make me kill him, it’d only been because of my love for the priest that my instincts had kicked in, that the small shred of good left in me had recognized how wrong that was.

Asher had saved me.

My gaze traveled slowly to Dean’s face. His tricolored red, blue, and green eyes were intense as he smiled. “Boat, meet Pandora.”

“Could I have survived without him?”

“You’d have been burning in Hell centuries ago.”

And I knew that was true. Separate, we were strong, but together... together Asher and I were indomitable. Deep down, I’d always known that.

“I love him.”

“Whew.” He wiped his brow. “I was worried I’d have to be out here another two hours at least. Then go find him, and whatever you do, make sure you don’t make me switch sides.”

Laughing, I gave him a sharp salute, ready to trace off to find him, but Dean gripped my elbow.

I looked down at his hand.

“And, Dora.”

“Hm?”

His grin was mischievous. “You were never compelled to love him.”

Anger. Indignation. Shock. And then finally a grudging recognition that Dean had played me for a fool. “You know, you could have just told me that at the very beginning. Then I could have been out of your hair an hour ago.”

“Yeah, but where would the fun have been in that?” He winked.

“Then you owe me one final answer.”

“Maybe.”

“You own Ash’s soul now. That woman at the tree, that was Allora.” I wasn’t going to ask him if I was right because I knew the insufferable bastard would claim that was my one answer. Besides, I knew that’s who it’d been.

“Your point?”

I notched my chin. “Ash is mine. I want his soul back.”

He tossed his head back and laughed. “Well now, everything under the sun’s negotiable, demon girl. But that’s not really a question.”

I shook my head. “You say he’s my boat, and yet you take him from me. Will I get him back?”

His eyes glowed. They were really quite pretty in a macabre sort of way. “If he hadn’t signed his soul over to me that day in the bar, Allora would have found him and killed him. But I owned the deed.”

Masterful move. I had to admit it. Death was proving to be an adroit and almost frightening ally. “So you thought a step ahead?”

“Actually, I think about fifty steps ahead. But yes, if Asher had denied me my claim, your priest would even now be dead.”

“Can I get him back?”

He held up three fingers. “That’s three questions, Dora. Play well.” And so saying, he vanished.

Sighing with exasperation, but also feeling more at peace than I had in months, I returned to Asher. Somehow, someway, I’d get his soul back.

He was still lying on the bed, where I’d left him. His arm was thrown over his eyes, his body exposed to me. Every scar, every sculpted plane of him, exposed to my greedy gaze.

I grinned when I thought it. No wonder he’d pursued me as he had. The demon imp, but it only made me want him more. Love him more.

For so long, everyone I’d ever loved had betrayed me, hurt me, and for so long I kept expecting it to happen even with him. Even when time and time again he’d proven otherwise.

It wouldn’t be easy to break bad habits, but trust had finally been earned.

“Priest,” I whispered.

He shot up in bed, and I knew from the look in his eyes that he’d had no idea I’d returned. I was stronger now, much, much stronger. But I knew it didn’t matter to him. Because Ash had only ever wanted me for who I was.

With a heart rupturing from joy, I crawled over to him and straddled his thighs.

His muscles popped, his hands shook, but he didn’t touch me back.

“Why didn’t you finish the book?”

He didn’t ask me to clarify; he knew immediately what I was asking. His voice was raw as he said, “Because I didn’t know, little demon. She never told me, and I didn’t know. And I could have hidden it from you. I wanted to, but you deserved to know the truth. The whole truth, so I—”

I placed a finger over his mouth. “It doesn’t matter.”

His entire frame stilled. “It doesn’t?”

I smiled and traced his stubbled jaw. “Even if they did, I’d still choose you.”

Jaw clenching, he gently pushed my hand aside. “Yeah, but we’ll never know, will we? And someday I’ll wonder why you’re really with me, and I’m afraid that—”

“You insufferable man.” I silenced his words with a kiss, only coming up when my man was completely dazed beneath me. “I do know, Ash.”

Slowly, as if he was afraid to startle me, he slid his fingers against my hips and tugged me firmly atop his groin, making us both moan in delicious anticipation.

“How?”

“Because when Dean asked me if it mattered, I said no?”

“Dean?”

I smiled. “Yeah, Jack the Ripper himself paid me a visit, and do you know what he told me after I said that?”

He shook his head.

“Fate. Death. Whoever came to you that night, they never did it. I chose you, Ash. And I still do. Always you.”

A wild, choking sound spilled from his chest, and then he tugged me to him, and that’s when we sealed our permanent vow.

Pandora

O
nce we’d crested the horizon, the soaring and familiar peak of Bubba’s tent taunted me. I fidgeted with my top. We were less than five hundred yards away from the carnival. The sky was just turning a shade of lavender, and in less than an hour the carnival I’d sworn would never run again would be up and hopping with mortals.

Life had moved on for my family.

Ash grabbed my nervous hand and squeezed it gently as he pulled the truck into an empty lot across the street.

Poteet wasn’t a very large town. In fact, it was pretty small. As were most of the places we stopped. The grass was yellowed and weathered from draught. Opening the window a crack, I almost choked on the hot, dry Texas air and immediately felt a wash of sweat on my brow.

Cars were lined up for miles in every direction, full of people ready to be entertained by the best show in town.

“I can’t do this.” I squeezed his thumb. “What if I kill them?”