The Guardian (2 page)

their rudeness.

To Lydia Tsakali, hel was the darkness surrounding her that echoed with the screams of the damned

being tortured. It wasn’t just their loud misery or their pleas for mercy to the ones who didn’t care that made

it so bad, it was the memories those screams evoked. The haunting terror of something she never wanted

to think about again. Long buried, those flashbacks of that one night in her life, and the raw emotions they

exposed, stil had the ability to bring her to her knees.

Don’t think about it.

How could she not? That night had been the last time she’d had a family who loved her. Then, like now,

she’d only been able to see the oppressive black that had made her eyes ache. The darkness had pressed

so hard against her that she’d feared herself blind as wel as mute. And when she’d final y breached the

dark to see light, al she’d found was blood and terror …

You’re not a pup anymore.

No, she was a jackal ful grown. More than that, she was a wel -trained warrior with over a thousand years

of hard combat training behind her. There wasn’t a single soul in Azmodea who could harm her.

You forgot about Noir.

Al right. There was one.

What about Azura?

Okay, two … But that was al right. She’d had much worse odds more times than she could count.
Yeah,

but they didn’t have the powers of a primary god
.

Mind? Are you trying to turn me coward?

I’m trying to talk sense into you before it’s too late. We haven’t lived this long by being eat up with stupid

—not with all the people out to kill us. And for what? Solin? He’ll slaughter you when he finds out you did

this.

What kind of idiot are you?

Apparently one with a limitless supply of stupid. If it’d been anyone other than Solin trapped here, she’d

have never done this.

But she loved him too much to leave him to this end. He’d taken her in when no one else would. Had

trained her and stood by her. Taught her how to survive and how to fight. Without him, she’d be dead.

Even he would call you stupid for this.

And he would, too.

Kindness is a rotten fruit that poisons anyone who partakes of it. Throw it in the face of your enemies

and let it ruin them instead.

How many times had he said that to her?

Yet, in spite of the hatred he’d carried in his heart and had voiced repeatedly, he’d raised her like a

beloved daughter. Never once had he been stingy with his love, patience, or kindness.

Not with her.

Others … they saw a side of him that he very rarely turned in her direction. Thank the gods.

The personality is defined by its inconsistencies, not its consistencies.
Another favorite Solin quote.
It’s

what makes us unique and who we are
. The sound of his voice in her head was enough to make her smile

in spite of the danger she faced.

I’ve got to find him.

He would come for her if she needed it.

Yeah, right.

But she knew the truth in her heart that denied what her head tried to tel her. Solin would be there for her

always. To her, he
was
a hero.

Something moved to her left. Lydia froze as her hyper hearing picked up on the slight sound. The surge of

adrenaline kicked her other senses into high gear. Her nostrils widened as a new scent hit her. Male.

Demon.

Close.

Don’t breathe … Don’t breathe …

Not because she didn’t want it to detect her. But because the stench would be sickening for a human. To

a half-breed Were-Hunter it was beyond painful. She clamped her fingers down on her nose to block the

odor from getting in.

Stil , she could smel it.
Don’t gag …

What? Did demons bathe in shit? She hated to be so obscene, but real y … What was it about demons

that made so many of them nauseating?

Out of nowhere, he appeared directly in front of her. A smile curved his bulbous lips. “My, my … what have

we here? Didn’t realize I’d ordered delivery. How nice of you—”

To die for me.
She finished his sentence in her head as she grabbed him by the throat, and cut his words

off.

But when she moved to stab him, he evaporated from her grasp into a smel y purple fog.

Crap.

Lydia turned a smal circle in the blackness, trying to get her bearings and locate him before he told

anyone she was here. She could no longer smel or hear him.

Definitely not good. At least not for her.

A piercing shriek drowned out the cries of the others. She clamped her hands over her ears.
Just what I

need. Bleeding eardrums.

The shriek grew louder.

It was getting closer.

Something hard struck her back, knocking her down.

Even though the mere thought of it kil ed her, she dropped her hands from her ears and pul ed her other

dagger out.
Here, demon, demon … come get some.

The sound of slithering moved to her right. She ran for it, lashing out in a hope of striking whatever foe

was there.

Instead of drawing their blood, she drew her own the minute she slammed into a closed iron door that had

blended in perfectly with the darkness.

Sonofa …
She hissed at the pain exploding through her skul . Blood poured from her nose.

She kicked at the offending door.

To her surprise, it slammed open, rattling on its hinges. Light flooded into her tiny space, temporarily

blinding her. She blinked until her eyes adjusted, then frowned at the sight of some luminescent tubing that

provided the light from the slick ceiling above her. How weird. It vaguely reminded her of a glowstick, but this

fluid was thicker and a vivid and eerie blue.

Now she could see the dank wal s that appeared to bleed and breathe. She curled her lip in distaste.

What was that?

Bet it’s what smells.

Nah, only demon toe funk could be this abhorrent. And speaking of demons, hers seemed to have

vanished completely.

Where are you, you bastard?

Her luck, going for friends.

But that wasn’t her main concern. Where was Solin? She’d tried repeatedly to use her telepathy to

contact him, but whatever was holding him had somehow blocked that ability. She couldn’t even reach him

through a dream state. Which, given both of their powers, shouldn’t have been a problem.

She hated this feeling of being completely alone. It reminded her of those weeks in her childhood when

she’d had no one. The time she’d staggered through the blistering desert looking for water …

We’re always alone. You can be in a crowded room and still feel the bite of loneliness. Personally, I find

that it bites deepest whenever others are around.
Another thing Solin forever harped on.

He was ever the pessimist.

She turned a corner and froze.

The smel y demon was back.

And as she’d feared, it’d gone for friends …

A
lot
of friends. Maybe two or three dozen. And the moment they saw her, their demonic eyes lit up and

radiated color even brighter than the glowing tubes. They might as wel have drool dripping from their chins.

Run!

She wasn’t a coward, but only a fool would face that number without backup. And she wasn’t a fool. After

throwing her right dagger at the tal est one, she turned and ran in the opposite direction as fast as she

could. She hoped that dagger had made contact and brought down at least one of them. But she wasn’t

going to wait around and find out.

Rule one in pursuit: Never look back.

Instead, she put her head down and kept going as fast as she could. She would have turned into her

jackal form, but was afraid she might need her opposable thumbs for another invisible door.

She skidded around a corner, into a new hal way. Here the light wasn’t quite as bright, but it was enough

to let her see where the wal s and doors were.

Unfortunately, it didn’t let her see the floor. Or the thing that tripped her.

For a moment, she flew through the air until she landed face down on the ground. Putrid water splashed

against her skin as pain throbbed in her knee, stomach, and cheek.

She pushed herself up and wiped away at the foul water and blood. Even though it hurt, she forced herself

to start running again.

Pull out.

She could flee this realm for the time being, and then return again to search later. At least that was the

thought until she heard something familiar from behind the door to her left.

“Fuck you and your little dog, too.”

Solin.

She’d know that acerbic tone and deep Greek accent anywhere. Smiling in spite of her pain, she opened

the door, ready for battle.

What she wasn’t ready for was the giant … whatever it was that was trying to eat him. A mass of dark

green skin with red markings, the demon turned toward her.

And this one did salivate as its yel ow eyes pinned her with a salacious stare that gave her dancing

heebie-jeebies.
Not on your best day, buster!

“Lydia?” Solin asked incredulously. He was beaten so badly that but for his voice, she’d have never been

able to identify him. “Child, what are you doing? Get the hel out of here while you can.”

“Not without you.”
Since she couldn’t speak with a voice, she sent her thoughts to him.

“I taught you better than that. Survival Rule Number One.”

Save your own ass above all others
. She knew it wel . But someone fol owing that rule wouldn’t tel a

rescuer to flee before freeing them.

Classic Solin.

Raising her dagger, she rushed at the demon. He moved a lot faster than something his size should be

able to. With an impressive twist, he dodged her attack completely and caught her from behind.

She tried to break out of his hold. It was like being drowned in sticky Jel -o. Smel y three-month-old Jel -o.

He laughed at her useless attempts. If that wasn’t bad enough, he licked her cheek. “What a tasty little

morsel you are.”

She cringed.
For the sake of the gods, haven’t any of you heard of breath mints?
Pardon the pun, but

Altoids could make a mint down here.

She jerked her head back, slamming it into his nose, and at least this time he satisfied her with a deep

groan.

“You’l be sorry for that.” He lifted her off her feet and threw her down on the floor.

Ignoring the pain that said she’d probably broken something, Lydia flipped herself back to her feet.

“Don’t do this, Dee. Don’t.”

She ignored Solin as she and the demon circled each other slowly.

Right when she went in for another attack, the demon vaporized, just like the other one had done. Al he

left was his stench.
That
she’d have gladly done without.

She turned to look for him, but before she could do more than draw breath, he appeared behind her and

kicked her into the wal .

More agony tore through her body, dul ing her sight.

The demon seized her. “It’s over for you, kitten.” He tightened his grip, squeezing the last of the breath

from her lungs.

Her ears started buzzing.

Just as she was sure he’d kil her, she heard a loud shout resonate off the wal s. “Release her, demon.

Now!”

Definitely not Solin. That deep, gravel y male voice was unique and fil ed with an unfathomable rage that

came from someplace dark inside him. His accent was unlike anything she’d heard before. Lyrical y sweet

and beautiful, yet at the same time harsh and commanding.

The demon let go and shrank back in terror. That reaction only made her panic more. If something as

scary as he was afraid of the newcomer, what chance did she have?

But she wasn’t a coward. If she was going to die, it would be fighting to the last breath.

And she’d take as much of him with her as she could.

Coughing, she turned around, putting her back to the wal to confront this new creature. She wiped the

sweat from her eyes and focused them on the door where the stranger stood.

Her jaw went slack as her gaze focused on the massive form that was bathed in that eerie blue light.

Holy mother of all electronics …

I’m so dead.

Lydia couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe as she stared at the …

Demon?

There was no other way to describe him. It was the only thing he could possibly be …

Other than a god. And neither Azura nor Noir would ever al ow a god in their domain, unless it was their

sister, Braith. Gods as a rule didn’t share territory easily. Not even with their family.

No one in their right mind would share territory with a creature this feral.

Dark, deadly, and scary as hel , he was enveloped by an aura of supreme power—one that made the air

between them crackle with its preternatural strength and intensity. His was a presence that would make

Darth Vader run screaming for his mama. It even raised the hair along her arms and nape. Never had she

seen the like and she’d seen some seriously terrifying things in her thousand-plus years of living. He didn’t

just enter the room.

He dominated it.

No. He
owned
it.

Her breathing ragged, she took a moment to study her enemy, hoping to find a weakness of some sort.