Lethal Rider
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Thanatos eyed the two beasts. Ares might have decided they made great house pets, but Than wasn’t convinced. They seemed to have a lot of accidents, and not the, Oops, Fido took a piss on the floor, kind. With hellhounds, it was more of the, Oops, Fido ate my neighbor, type.
“They hate Pestilence,” Ares reminded him. “Anything Pestilence wants, the hellhounds will fight against.”
“And Pestilence wants Regan and my son dead.” Than nodded decisively. “Fine. The mutts can stay.”
Ares told hellbeast One to stay at the bedroom door, and then hellbeast Two joined them as they headed to the dungeon.
The smell of blood hit Thanatos at the top stair. The stench of death hit him halfway down. And at the bottom, the rank odor of yet another betrayal struck him like a blow from a battering ram.
Dariq had been staked and hung from chains, the message to Thanatos clear.
Dariq will not talk.
What was also clear was that Dariq was not the only traitor in the house. Someone had killed Dariq to keep him from naming names.
Seventeen
Kynan arrived at Than’s place within fifteen minutes of Regan’s call. He met her in the library, not bothering to say hi or sit down, although he did pause at the sight of her hellhound babysitter until she told the thing Ky was a friend. The beast still reached out with a claw and clipped Ky’s jeans as he walked by.
“I was planning on coming today before you called,” he said, shooting an annoyed glance at the hellhound. “Eidolon said you were poisoned. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. And, as you can see, I have a permanent guard.”
“Thanatos texted. Said I could bring some Guardians for you. He specifically asked for a female so you’d have someone to talk to.”
Regan’s jaw dropped. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, and it’s about time. We’ll arrange to have some brought here by tomorrow.” He handed her a plastic grocery bag. “Sorry this is hit and run, but I have to go. We’ll make sure you get some Guardians.” He nodded at the bag in her hand. “Three hundred years ago, nearly forty Guardians died to get that book, so I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I do. And thank you again.”
Ky took off, and Regan climbed back up the stepladder to reach for the book she’d been after before Ky arrived.
“Regan! What in the nine rings of hell are you doing?” Thanatos’s roar didn’t surprise Regan, but the hellhound lying near the library door let out a startled bark.
Calmly, Regan shifted her weight on the top rung of the stepladder. “There really are nine rings of hell? I thought that was fiction.”
“It is.” Than strode into the room and got as close as he possibly could without touching her, although his hands came up to bracket her hips. “Get down. You’re going to fall and hurt yourself or the baby.”
Clutching her prize, Regan stepped down, wobbling just enough that Thanatos caught her around the h*ps to steady her. For a long second, they stood like that, as if they were both confused to find themselves in an almost-embrace, and weren’t sure what to do about it.
Regan cleared her throat. “Happy now?”
“No.” Thanatos’s hands lingered on her waist, and the pleasant, warm sensation that filtered through her whenever he touched her returned.
“Why does that happen?” she asked. “The warmth. It’s got something to do with the baby, doesn’t it?”
Thanatos stepped back, his cheeks pink with a hint of a blush. “Ares experiences certain effects when he’s close to his agimortus—Cara. The baby is affecting me, too.”
“The same way?”
His gaze dropped to her belly. “Similar. My armor doesn’t soften, but when I’m close, the sensation of death around the world is muted.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Very.” His blond brows dipped together in a contemplative frown. “I hadn’t realized it, but I haven’t felt that kind of quiet since I was a boy.”
It was hard to imagine Thanatos as a child, doing normal things like playing. And laughing. But she was glad she could give him a measure of peace. “Did you have a good childhood?”
“The best.” A wistful smile curved the corners of his mouth, one that cracked his hardened, immortal warrior exterior and exposed a man with normal memories and emotions. Without thinking, she reached up and brushed the backs of her fingers across his cheek, wanting to feel the man and not the warrior.
Thanatos’s gaze caught hers, holding it with an intensity that sizzled across the surface of her skin. Desire pulsed in her veins, so easily kindled whenever he looked at her. Even when he was angry, the power emanating from him worked like an aphrodisiac on her, and she wondered if maybe the intense sexual effect was inherited from his succubus mother.
Or maybe Regan was just weird.
“When’s the last time you were happy like that?” Her voice was barely louder than a whisper, but Than flinched as if she’d yelled.
“Too long,” he said gruffly, and her heart broke for him. Somehow, she had to find a way to bring some happiness into his life.
Dropping her hand from his face, she clutched the book against her chest and pulled another book from the bag Ky had brought. Maybe this would be a start.
“I had Ky bring you this from our library.”
Than took the tome, and the moment he had it in his hands, he inhaled on a curse. “Regan. Do you … do you know what this is?”
“Well, yes. That’s why I asked for it. It’s the book you’ve been looking for. The third one in those succubus diaries.”
His gaze snapped up to hers. “This is priceless.”
“Probably more to you than to us,” she said softly. Yes, The Aegis was desperate for everything they could get when it came to historical and demonic documents, but for Thanatos, it was personal. The Aegis needed it, but Than needed it.
“I’m… I’m not sure what to say.”
“That makes two of us. Ky said you approved having some Guardians brought here.”
As if he were embarrassed to be caught doing something nice, he looked back down at the book and muttered, “Can’t hurt to have more guards.”
She didn’t bring up the fact that he’d specifically requested a female Guardian, and that wasn’t about having a guard. That was about being a decent, caring guy, and the more evidence she saw of the man behind the armor, the more she wanted to see that side of him. The more she wanted to be around it. Very little in her life had been given to her—she’d had to work for even the smallest treasures. But Thanatos wanted to give her things, like her favorite foods and an Aegis friend, and damn it, she wanted to give him a big, mushy hug.
She settled for a raspy, “Well, thank you.”
He inclined his head in a nod and then gestured to the book in her hand. “What is it?”
“A Spectator’s History of Vampires.” She ran her fingertip over the cracked leather cover. “I remembered where I’d heard the term ‘Bludrexe,’ and I wanted to confirm some things. Unfortunately, since I don’t have access to The Aegis’s library, I can’t find what I’m looking for. But I’m hoping I can find something similar in your library.”
Shadows blanketed Than’s expression. “The term isn’t in that book.”
“That’s okay. It’ll still be interesting reading, I’m sure.”
Than smiled, which made her instantly suspicious. “I can find better reading material for you.” He plucked from a shelf the Horsemen erotica book she’d read the last time she was here. “I know how much you liked this one.”
Since there was no way he was flirting with her, he was either trying to distract her from the vampire book or he was trying to embarrass her. Maybe both.
Probably both. He had a strange sense of humor. Unfortunately, she found it oddly appealing.
She returned the smile, just as sugary sweet as his was smoldering. “Thanks, but I have pregnancy hormones to keep me hot and horny at night.”
His eyes clung to her, holding her immobile. “They make you horny?” The way he said “horny,” his tone dark, deep, and slightly breathless, made said hormones dance. She wanted him. She had since the moment she laid eyes on him, but she’d mucked that all up, hadn’t she?
“And irritable,” she added quickly. “Don’t forget irritable.”
“I don’t think you’ve been that irritable, especially given everything that’s happened and the situation you’re in.” He folded his arms over his chest and leaned his hip against the desk, his booted feet crossing at the ankles. “Speaking of which, someone killed Dariq to keep him from talking. Until I find out what’s going on, I’m confining all vampires to their quarters or to the outbuildings. They’re going to sweat out their own fear, I promise you that. And they won’t get inside the keep.”
Damn, she’d been hoping Dariq had been working alone. The idea that more vampires might be coming after her both freaked her out and pissed her off. No one was going to hurt her baby.
“Okay, you concentrate on finding your bad vamps, and I’ll work on the Bludrexe thing.” She placed the book on the desk and flipped it open, but before she could even attempt to read, Than slapped his hand down on it with a low growl.
“This book was in my private library that I keep under lock and key,” he said. “I have no idea what it’s doing out here, but it isn’t for Aegi eyes.”
Well, wasn’t that interesting. “Thanatos, listen to me. I think that whoever wrote this might also have written the text I remember seeing Bludrexe in. The vibe from both is the same. Your father was mentioned, and it indicated that one could find the rest of the story within hidden scrolls in a forbidden mosque in Iraq that even The Aegis hasn’t been able to gain access to. Maybe I can learn more in here, and then we could go to the mosque—”
“Let it go, Regan.”
“But they talked about the Apocalypse,” she blurted. “At the time I read the texts, I didn’t focus on the Apocalypse because it was a vague reference. But now that all of this is happening with your vamps, it might have some importance. The texts were written by someone who claimed to be the first vampire. As he lay dying, an angel appeared and apologized to the dying man. Then a female angel joined the first, and they argued about the end of days.”
“I don’t care.”
She stared in utter disbelief. When she finally found her voice, it dripped with anger. “You stubborn Horseman. The Apocalypse has been in a countdown for the last five thousand years. That’s what The Aegis has been trying to prevent. That’s what this—” she drummed her fingers on her belly “—has been about. We’re on the precipice of hell, and this damned book might hold the very clue we need!”
“You think I don’t know what that was about?” he barked, his finger jabbing at her belly. “Yeah, I get it, okay, Regan? I get that you f**ked me for the sake of the world. You did it in hopes that you’d save billions of lives. But you know what? I don’t care. I’m probably the only male on the planet who didn’t want to get used for sex. Who didn’t want to be treated like a piece of meat. Maybe that makes me a big damned pussy, but I don’t give a shit. I thought you wanted me like I wanted you.” He slammed his fist down on the book so hard the desk leaped off the floor and the hellhound sprang to his feet, teeth bared.
“I did,” she whispered. “I did want you.”
“You wanted what I could give you. You didn’t want me.”
She drew a startled breath. He’d … wanted her to want him? “I swear, Thanatos. I wanted you. I cared about you.” I still care about you.
So much so that she was starting to suspect that even if she survived the months of revenge Than planned, she wouldn’t survive his rejection afterward.
“If you cared, you wouldn’t throw away our son.”
Pain lanced her, but she threw it back at him. “If you cared, you’d let me research this in hopes of finding something that will save his life!”
There was a long, tense pause as Thanatos stared at her, his eyes glowing and steam practically whistling out of his nose like a cartoon bull. The hellhound had inched closer to her, although she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.
Finally, Thanatos ground out, “Where in Iraq?”
“The El-Sheoulate mosque.”
He snorted. “There is no such thing.”
Had this been just nine months ago, Regan would have gloated that The Aegis knew something a five thousand-year-old supernatural being didn’t. But right now she needed to stay on his good side. Or at least, stay on his not-homicidal side.
“It’s a demon stronghold beneath an existing mosque. It’s why we haven’t been able to get in.”
“They have Aegi in Iraq, so why didn’t they clean out the demons?”
“Because the real mosque sits in a city where most of the local government are ter’taceo, and so is a large number of the civilian population. The Aegis can’t get anywhere close.”
“Tell me where it is. My siblings and I will handle the demons.”
“I’ll show you.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “You’ll tell me.”
“Are we really going to argue about this?”
“You aren’t in any condition to go. I’ll get the scrolls and bring them back.”
“Thanatos, they can’t be removed from the mosque or they’ll turn to dust. Everything inside the mosque is bound to it. You know how common it is for demons to attach objects to their holy places. So unless you or your siblings are empaths who can read parchment the way I can, you need me. You can get me in and out in a flash.” She casually trailed her fingertip over the writing in the book Thanatos was still pinning to the desk and opened herself to her empathic gift. The author had been angry when he wrote it. So angry at the Bludrexe. “Besides, I’m feeling a little claustrophobic. I need to get out of here for a little while. And may I just remind you that no demon can touch me, and I seriously doubt we’ll find liquid nitrogen-breathing frost demons in Iraq.”