Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
The motorcycle roared down the highway, zipping in and out of the line of cars. Seline’s arms curled around Sam, and, with every mile that the bike ate up, he cursed beneath his breath.
Anthea hadn’t answered her phone. Not her cell. Not her home line.
She was the only other Fallen in the city right then. Keenan, a Fallen that Az had mistakenly tangled with before, had headed to Mexico with his little vamp. To be safe, Sam had put in a fast call to Keenan and warned the guy to watch his ass.
But Keenan always did.
Anthea…sweet, gentle…she never saw the threats in the world. Not until it was too late.
He spun the bike into the quiet neighborhood that Anthea had used as a refuge. Small flowers waited near the entrance, swaying lightly in the breeze, welcoming the home owners and their guests. He’d been to Anthea’s home only once. He’d come to make certain she was safe, but she hadn’t wanted his protection.
She’d just wanted the human who was at her side. A man she called husband, and a man that Sam strongly suspected had no real clue about his wife’s past.
She fell for love.
Anthea hadn’t been the first to lose her heart to a human. She wouldn’t be the last.
Her tidy brick home waited at the end of the street. More flowers surrounded the sides of her house.
And her car waited in the driveway. Her car—and a black Jeep.
The husband’s vehicle.
Sam had done his research before he’d slid out of Anthea’s life. Ron, her husband, had checked out. A doting human who was crazy for his beautiful wife.
Sam killed the engine and leapt off the motorcycle. Seline hurried behind him, or tried to. He threw out an arm to block her. “Let me check first.” Because he knew what he could find, and he didn’t want her to walk inside another blood-soaked room.
“No.” Her chin came up. “I can handle this.”
She wasn’t as heartless as she wanted to pretend. The sight of blood impacted her too much. Strange for a demon.
“Besides, the last time you left me…” Seline threw a quick glance over her shoulder toward the line of perfect houses on the opposite side of the street. Perfect houses. A seemingly perfect human world. “Your brother jumped me. From now on, where you go, I go.”
His jaw clenched, but she had a point. Az could be close by, and Sam wouldn’t risk Seline again. He caught her hand and hurried forward.
The door was locked. He lifted his left fist, ready to blast it right open.
“No!” Seline frowned at him. “What if they’re just inside, having coffee or something? We can’t burst in there!”
But then he heard a faint sound. Not a moan, more of a gasp. One filled with pain.
Seline’s eyes widened. She’d heard it, too. “Bust that door down!”
The door shattered, and he ran inside. The stench hit him like a punch. Fresh blood and death.
The gasp came again, even weaker now, and he leapt across the room. Blood pooled on the floor, deep and dark, and it spread beneath Anthea’s body.
Her chest was cut open. Blood gushed out. Her dark eyes were wide and filled with pain. Tears leaked down her cheeks even as blood dripped from her mouth.
And her heart was gone.
She should have been dead—she would be dead, soon. There was no way she could survive. She was in agony, fighting to keep going. Able to manage these last moments only because of her angel blood.
“Anthea.” He said her name with fury. Pay. Bastard would pay.
She didn’t look at him. Those wide-open eyes were to the left. Sam followed her stare and saw Ron’s body.
“Oh, God,” Seline breathed in horror.
God hadn’t done this.
He positioned his body between Anthea and Ron, forcing her to see him. He didn’t touch her, not yet. “Who did this?”
More tears. More blood.
“Sam, she’s suffering!” Seline grabbed him. “Help her!”
They both knew there was only one way to help her.
“Why is she still alive?” Seline whispered. “Why won’t she let go?”
Anthea’s wet lashes dipped a bit. Her gaze seemed to focus on Sam. Seemed to. “Hell…”
Her body began to shake. Great, hard shudders that made the blood pump faster. There were gashes on her arms. Her legs. Her neck.
And that hole in her chest…
“Was it Az?” he demanded, his hand so close to her cheek.
More shudders. More blood.
“Help her!” Seline screamed.
But there was nothing to do.
Anthea’s body stilled. A slow whisper of breath slipped past her lips as she surrendered to death.
His fingers rose and pressed lightly against her eyelids. There wasn’t anything else she needed to see in this world.
“Sam?” Seline’s hesitant voice.
He stared down at Anthea. The tear tracks and blood looked vile against her light coffee skin. “She fell in love with a human, and she chose to fall.” I know love, Sam. I finally know what it feels like. He shoved aside the memory of her voice. “All she wanted was to live with him.”
Live with him. Die with him.
She had.
Sam gazed at the marks on her body and forced himself to see past the fury swamping him. Those deep gouges and slashes looked somehow familiar. “You didn’t deserve this,” he said to her. Of all the Fallen he had ever met, Anthea had been the kindest.
She’d deserved this death the least. I will find him. I will make him pay.
Anthea will be avenged. Death wouldn’t come easily to Anthea’s killer.
It hadn’t come easily to her.
“Sam, the guy’s neck is broken. Whoever did this—they made his death quick.”
He rose and let the rage build. “Because Ron was just a human.” Collateral damage. In order to hurt Anthea, they’d taken her heart…not just the one that beat in her chest.
Seline’s face was ghost-white as her stare darted around the room. “I swear those marks look like they were made by a shifter.”
His shoulders stiffened.
“I was sent after a wolf shifter once.” She pushed back her hair and swallowed. “He’d gone Lone. He’d killed about five women. With every attack, he went right for their throats. The guy just tore them open.”
His gaze returned to the marks on Anthea’s body. Those claw marks were too big to have come from a wolf.
But another shifter…perhaps. While no mortal weapon could kill a Fallen, a shifter’s claws would sure be able to get the job done.
Except Az wasn’t a shifter.
Sam carefully skirted around Anthea’s body. When he heard Seline’s sharp inhalation, he knew that she’d seen the bloody letters written on the floor.
Fallen.
“Are there more?” Seline asked, rubbing her arms. “Are there more Fallen close by? Dammit, you know this is a pattern of attack. He’s taking them out! Any Fallen around here is prey for him.”
“I’m Fallen.” He took her arm and pulled her toward the door. He wasn’t just going to leave Anthea’s body sprawled and broken like that. Screw the cleanup team. He’d handle things his way. No one would touch her again.
“Yeah, but you aren’t exactly low on power.”
No, he wasn’t like the two dead messenger angels—Omayo and Anthea had both been messengers.. Messengers couldn’t touch and kill. They couldn’t bind humans. Couldn’t punish at will.
They just made sure that orders were carried out. Last requests granted. Peace given to the departed.
As far as Fallen prey was concerned, the messengers never had a chance.
His fingers threaded with Seline’s. “There’s a little rule about Fallen.” A rule not many knew.
Seline frowned as they walked slowly outside.
About ten feet away from the entrance to Anthea’s place, Sam turned back and stared at the house. The home next to Anthea’s was empty. No cars in the drive. No one there to hear Anthea’s screams. He knew that she’d screamed. Anthea wouldn’t have gone down without a fight.
“What rule?” Seline’s worried gaze darted down the street.
“If you kill a Fallen, you get his power.” A nice little bonus rush that could be quite addictive to some.
Had Az discovered that addiction?
Some vampires were hooked on angel blood because that power rush could be tasted. And for those who killed Fallen, there was nothing quite like the psychic blast to amp up your power. The blast hit the person closest to the Fallen at the moment of death.
Whoever had attacked Anthea had been forced to leave before the job was finished. Because you heard me coming? Yes, he bet the asshole was close by. Watching him and cursing because Sam was the one with Anthea’s power.
Power he didn’t want.
He pulled Seline to the edge of the sidewalk. Then he stared at the house.
Goodbye, Anthea.
The house exploded in a ball of flames.
Rogziel perched on top of the brick house, his gaze on the fire trucks and humans who swarmed below. He’d followed the fire trucks and the cop cars. He’d suspected they would take him to his prey.
Not many would dare to light the sky this way. The smoke from the inferno drifted high, so high, into the sky. Like a giant black fist striking out at heaven.
Careful or heaven will hit back.
The house was gone. Burned in flames that were far too hot for a normal fire. Yet despite the heat, the fire didn’t spread to any of the other houses.
Because that wasn’t the plan.
Rogziel’s gaze surveyed the crowd. There . Sam was on his motorcycle, watching the fire, and not caring that the human cops were just feet away from him.
Seline was at his side. She should know better than to get so near to the fire.
As he watched, Seline leaned in even closer to the Fallen. She whispered something in his ear, and Rogziel saw her lips brush against his cheek.
Like mother, like lying daughter.
Seline climbed on the motorcycle behind Sam. After a moment, the bike pulled away from the curb.
The humans—so blind—didn’t even glance up. But maybe that was Sam’s power at work. He’d been walking the earth for centuries. If anyone could manipulate the humans, it would be him.
Sam should have been the one to burn. He had burned, but, somehow, he’d escaped the fires of hell.
Seline’s body hugged his as they left the neighborhood.
Rogziel straightened to his full height. Humans wouldn’t see him. Not unless he bid them to do so. His wings stretched behind him. Powerful and strong. Not burned away to hideous scars like Sam’s.
He still had power. Enough to take down the Fallen and the half-blood demon who’d finally shown her true colors.
Which one would die first?
Did it really matter?
He smiled and leapt into the air.
Sam didn’t take them back to New Orleans. Seline curled her body against his and held on. She didn’t know where they were going, but as long as they were putting those flames behind them, she wasn’t going to question Sam. So she held on, and the miles drifted past. The sun sank, and the dark night sky covered them.
They stopped only long enough for gas and for Sam to make some phone calls. Probably alerting his men. And somebody called Keenan.
She fell asleep at some point. Her dreams were restless, filled with blood and fire, and when the motorcycle braked to a stop, Seline’s eyes flew open. “Wh-where are we?”
Darkness. Thick and total.
“Laredo.”
Wait. “Laredo? As in Laredo, Texas?”
He grunted. “We’ll sleep for a few hours, and then we’ll cross the border tomorrow.”
And hit Mexico.
She saw that there actually was a light up ahead. A small motel flashing a vacancy sign. Sam headed for that sign. She grabbed his arm and realized that her legs were seriously like jelly after that drive. “What’s in Mexico?” she demanded.
“More Fallen.”
Seline exhaled slowly. They wouldn’t be the only ones heading across the Border.
“But this time, we’re gonna get to the prey first,” Sam declared.
He caught her arm and pulled her toward the motel. She hoped Sam was right because she was tired of getting to the party only to find that death was waiting.
The desk clerk barely glanced their way as he tossed them a key. At least he muttered, “honeymoon suite”—but she knew sarcasm when she heard it. She growled at him and realized she probably looked like warm hell.
They headed back outside. All of the rooms were accessed from the outside. All twelve of them. They strode to the last room on the right. Sam opened the door.
“Honeymoon suite, my ass,” she muttered, glancing around. She was pretty sure that bed was the kind that did the vibrating when a quarter was inserted. One sagging bed, a frayed chair, and—that was all.
But at least the place had a bathroom. She could’ve kill for a shower. The motel room door hadn’t even shut behind them before she started to strip.
“Wait…”
She glanced over her shoulder.
He had a brow up, that one brow that he liked to lift when he studied her. “As much as I do enjoy it when your clothes come off, I think you’d better keep them on for now. We’ll be having company soon.”
Company, there?
His lips twisted, and it wasn’t a smile with a whole lot of warmth. “I’ve spent a lot of time in Mexico. A hell of a lot more than I have in New Orleans.”
But he’d been in the city almost constantly for weeks. She knew because she’d been watching him for most of that time.
“I have…a friend…who will be stopping by when word reaches him that I’m here.”
He had friends? Not just minions? Her hands were on the bottom of her shirt. She let the garment fall back over her stomach. “How will he know you’re here? If we’re only gonna be staying for a few hours…”
“The clerk was a charmer.”
She knew he wasn’t referring to the man’s social skills. Charmers were Other who could psychically communicate with animals. Sort of like very amped-up snake charmers.
They could talk to gators, tigers, and heck, once she’d even met a charmer who spent his nights talking to rats.
Of all the paranormals, charmers were usually her favorites. They didn’t sprout fangs and claws, so she considered that a bonus point for them.
“Benny knows who I am,” Sam added, “so he’ll make sure only the right people realize I’m in town.”
Okay, well, the right people sounded better than the wrong ones. “So we don’t have to worry about folks gunning for you.”
His gaze hardened. “The Other in Mexico and along the border know better.”
She just bet they did. One touch from Sam, and it would be game over.
His lips tightened. “You know, I don’t always enjoy torture.” He strode toward her with slow, deliberate steps. “No matter what your boss may have told you.”
She wondered what had shown in her expression. She’d have to keep better guard of her emotions. “I don’t believe everything Rogziel told me.” Though he had told her some truths over the years. Her father had been a lying demon who’d murdered her mother. As for her mother…she’d been weak.
That was what happened when you fell for the wrong man.
Seline knew she was staring up at a man who could be very, very wrong for her.
She cleared her throat. “Ah, what happens when your friend gets here?” she asked Sam as the air seemed to grow thicker between them.
He sighed softly. “You won’t like it.”
The kick in her gut told her this was going to be bad. What else was new?
“Trust, that’s what I asked for, wasn’t it?” Sam rolled back his shoulders.
She nodded, aware that her heart was racing too fast and that her palms had started to sweat.
“But you see, my people are dying. It’s not so easy to kill Fallen.”
“Az is?—”
“Az isn’t a shifter.”
Uh, no.
“And Az isn’t the only one out there who’d like to punish the Fallen.”
As his words sank in, her jaw almost dropped. “Wait, hold on, you’re saying?—”
“I’m saying your Rogziel could be doling out his punishments.”
“No, no, that last Fallen wasn’t even on his list!”
“Have you ever seen his list? This magic, mythical list that the Punishers receive?”
No, she hadn’t. Seline shook her head.
“Before I take you to find more Fallen, before I let you get any closer to me…”
She was standing less than three inches from him. They’d had sex so intense she could still feel him inside her, and he was worried about her getting close now? Too late, buddy.
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to pass a little test for me, Seline.”
She blinked and shook her head. “You’re bullshitting me.” It was one hell of a time for his warped sense of humor to show itself.
“No, I’m not.” His gaze held hers. “The clerk will have already summoned the man I need for this job. Benny knows that when I bring someone here with me, it’s because I want the test.”
More with the test. She’d always sucked at tests.
Sam rubbed the back of his neck. “Two days ago, you came to kill me.”
Okay, true, that had been her assignment, but…
His hand lifted toward her. Hingers slid down her cheek and eased over her neck. “You came into my dreams, and you tried to take my power.”
Power he’d willingly given to her when his body took hers.
“Now Fallen are dying around us. You say that Rogziel is after you?—”
“He is. ” Like she’d lie about having a punishment angel on her trail.
“Then why did he let you drive away with me?”
Now she was lost. “What?”
“Rogziel arrived at the scene after the firefighters. He perched on the house across the street from Anthea’s place, and he just watched us.” His mouth tightened with distaste. “When we left, so did he. No attack, not yet. He just followed us.”
Yep, that was fear eating at her heart. “He knows we’re here?”
“No. ”
Her shoulders sagged. Aw, jeez, for a minute there, fear had nearly made her pass out.
“I let him follow at first, just to see what the bastard would do, but after we left New Orleans, I cloaked us.”
Uh, okay. She didn’t really know what he meant by cloaking, but she figured it was another little handy magic trait that he possessed—and just how many of those traits did Sam have? “I didn’t know you could do that.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
She saw the ripple of dark wings over his shoulders. Shadows. Not there.
“And there’s a lot I don’t know about you.”
Now he was starting to make her angry. Her eyes narrowed. “Well, I guess that’s why they call it trust , right?” He’d been the one spouting about trust before, now he wanted her to complete some crazy test?
A knock shook the door.
She didn’t like this.
Sam turned away from her. “Don’t worry. If you have nothing to hide, this will be over in a few moments.”
She grabbed his hand. “What if I do have something to hide?” Because, dammit, she hadn’t been straight with him. Not entirely.
And she still didn’t want to be.
His gaze glittered down at her. “Then I’d say we have a problem.”
Yes, they did. She did. “Demons can’t look into the minds of other demons.” In case his master plan was to bring in a level eight or nine demon to rip into her head. It wouldn’t work. Her demon blood would keep any psychic mojo out of her mind.
“I’m not pulling in a demon.”
Seline tried not to let him see her relief. She could probably handle this. She could usually handle just about anything.
Usually.
“I’m not looking for your past,” he told her. “The past is over. It doesn’t matter.”
Bull. The past made the monsters of today and tomorrow.
Sam’s eyes seemed to see too much. “I need to know the future, for both of our sakes.”
Oh, no, no, he’d better not mean?—
Sam pulled away from her. He opened the door. Seline wasn’t sure what she expected, but it sure wasn’t the tall, tattooed guy with the devilish grin.
Not a demon. Then…what?
He wore all black, and the man glided easily into the room. His shaved head inclined toward Sam. There were tribal tattoos sliding over his scalp. He asked, voice rumbling, “Is she the one?”
Crap. The one what?
“ Sí, Mateo. I need to find out what will happen with her.”
Sam crossed his arms. The stranger, Mateo, pulled out a knife.
Then he came at her with that knife.
Oh, hell, no .