Passion Unleashed
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He didn’t have time to analyze the oddity of that particular feeling, because a rumble shook the floor, followed by a rain of pebbles and a poof of dust. A demon? No, the taint of evil hadn’t strengthened, but a crack had appeared in the far wall.
A doorway.
“Eureka,” she breathed. “I think we might have found it!” She darted to the fissure, but Wraith grabbed her before she could pry open the stone slab.
“Wait. Let me do it. It might be booby-trapped.”
“Really,” she said, “it’s safer for me.”
“Why is that? Are you one of those charmed people?”
Her eyes flared, but she recovered quickly, with a blinding smile. “Don’t be silly. It’s just that I’m smaller than you are. Less of a target.”
“Humor me.” Sure, she was charmed and all but invincible, but this kind of thing was what he lived for. Except… he was dying, so really, he had nothing to lose anyway.
“Josh—”
He shoved the stone aside before she could argue, grimacing at the sigh of stale air that escaped as though the Hall of Caracalla had been holding its breath. Wraith’s natural night vision allowed him to see perfectly, but Serena flicked on a flashlight. The rough-carved passage was dusty and full of cobwebs, slanting slightly downward on a floor of packed earth.
Here the walls were chipped and grooved, bare of artwork, evidence that the area had been closed off soon after construction.
It ended in a round, unfinished cavern no larger than one of UG’s exam rooms. It was empty except for a crude pillar in the center and a clay jar in one corner. Serena brushed past Wraith and sank down on her knees in front of the plain brown pot. Carefully, she reached inside and withdrew a fist-sized leather pouch.
Her sharp intake of breath accompanied a flash of gold as she drew a coin from the bag. Her thrill was a shock of energy that danced across his skin. Wraith knew exactly what she was feeling. He only felt alive when he was f**king, fighting, or hunting, and hunting relics could be as big a rush as hunting food.
“Is that it?” he asked, sinking down beside her.
“Yes. Oh, yes.” She turned the coin over and over, finally running her thumb over the back, on which words were etched. There she went with the rubbing again. His dermoire writhed as though it wanted the same attention. “Let that which is open, close. That which is closed, remain.”
“Man, I hate the cryptic shit.”
Her eyes shone with excitement as she returned the coin to its pouch. “I love it. Solving the mystery, finding the hidden meaning… there’s nothing like it.”
“Oh, I can think of something like it,” he said, letting his gaze linger on her lips. “Something that’ll get you just as dirty. Sweaty…” Gods, he was turned on. Who’d have thought that searching for treasure could be an aphro-disiac?
“You’re hopeless.”
He reached out and traced her bottom lip with his thumb. “I’ve heard that once or twice.”
Serena tucked the pouch containing the coin into her backpack. “I’m sure you have,” she said dryly.
“Grave-robbing offal.” The booming, musical male voice echoed through the tomb with an evil resonance Wraith felt to his soul.
He leaped to his feet and whirled in a single motion. Standing at the entrance to the hidden area was Byzam. A black hooded robe obscured his body and his hair, but his unnaturally handsome face peeked out from the cowl. The hair on Wraith’s neck stood on end in a way it hadn’t the first time he’d seen the other male.
This wasn’t your average evil scum. Death would think twice before standing in the way of this demon.
Serena stood and calmly brushed the dirt from her pants. “It’s true that I’m more of a treasure hunter than an archaeologist,” she said, apparently unconcerned that the male who had snuck up on them might be a threat, “so I have a bit of a mercenary finders-keepers attitude. But offal? That’s a little strong.”
Byzam moved in a smear of light that even Wraith’s vampire vision barely tracked. In a blink, he had Serena’s arm twisted behind her back and she was kissing the wall.
With a roar that shook dust from the ceiling, Wraith plowed into the demon, sending him careening off the pillar. A sound like a gunshot rang out as the stone column cracked, chips of stone peeling away from the fissure that spread upward from the dent Byzam’s body had made.
Wraith got right up in the male’s face. “Get the f**k out. Now.”
Byzam leaned close, so close Wraith could smell his foul breath as he whispered, “I know what you’re up to, Seminus.”
Wraith rocked his head forward, smashing his skull into Byzam’s mouth. “That’s because you’re up to the same thing.”
The bastard smiled through bloody lips, but kept his voice low. “She won’t give it up to you, so you might as well go home to whatever hole you crawled out of.”
Wraith bared his fangs. “If I see you again, I’ll bleed you out.”
“When you see me again, you’ll be calling me god. For now, you can call me Byzamoth.” He bowed to Serena and swept out the door. Wraith gave chase, but Byzamoth had disappeared into thin air. Wraith stood outside the chamber for a moment, waiting for the battle high to subside, for his fangs to retract and his eyes to return to blue from the angry red he knew they’d turned.
When he returned to the chamber, Serena was waiting for him, her backpack slung over her shoulder, her face ashen.
She was shaken, and truthfully, so was Wraith. Had her charm failed, or did it not activate unless she was in mortal danger, and Byzamoth hadn’t intended to kill her?
The scent of blood was in the air, faint and human. Serena had been hurt. He went to her, took her wrist, and shoved up her sleeve. Four deep crescents scored her forearm, beading with blood. Hunger roared through him and his fangs began to throb, his mouth to water. Shit.
Pulse racing, he released her and forced himself to take a step back. “You’re hurt,” he ground out.
Gods, he wanted her in a way he’d never wanted any female, human or demon. He wanted to lick her from her arm to her throat, sink his fangs into her and take her like he had in the dream. He could pump into her as her blood pumped into him—
“I’ll live,” she said, her voice stronger than he’d have expected, given what had just happened. “What did he say to you?”
He took a moment to get his shit together before answering. “That his name is Byzamoth. And he wanted the treasure.” True enough, except Serena was the treasure. And for some reason it pissed him the hell off that the sonofabitch treated her like nothing more than a prize.
Which was exactly how Wraith was treating her, and when the f**k did he gain the guilt gene? Ruthlessly, he summoned an emotion he was far more comfortable with.
Extreme anger.
“So that’s what he’s been after all this time?” She frowned. “How did he know about it? And how did you convince him to go?”
“I don’t know how he knew about it, but I told him I’d kill him if he came near you again.”
Her hand went to her necklace, and he caught a whiff of blood again. She was killing him. “He isn’t human, then.”
“Would it matter if he was?” His voice was bitter and rough to his own ears. She didn’t deserve his anger, but he was pissed at Byzamoth, at Roag, at the assassin who’d poisoned him, at himself, at the entire f**king world, and he was tired of playing nice.
“Would it matter to you?”
“No. He’s a threat. Period.”
“You’ve lived a hard life, haven’t you?” Her words were softly spoken, but they echoed around the tiny chamber and inside his skull.
“What? Yours has been charmed?” The words flew out of his mouth before he realized the irony of what he’d said.
She smiled—he knew the look. It was the one Tayla and Runa gave to E and Shade when they wanted to humor his brothers. Might as well give him a nice pat on the head, too. “I have. I’ve always been lucky.”
“Luck runs out, Serena.”
“So you’re a pessimist?”
“I’m a realist.”
She walked over to him and punched him in the biceps. “Stick with me, baby. You’ll learn to be an optimist.”
Fat chance of that, but this was the opening he needed. “Oh, I’m sticking with you.”
She handed him the Roman pendant he’d taken from the real Josh. “I don’t need you anymore.”
“Yeah,” he said, “you do. You have demons after you, and I have a shitload of experience fighting them.”
He wondered how she was going to argue her way out of this, but to his surprise, she merely said, “I’m going to Aswan. If you think you can keep up with me, you’re welcome to tag along.”
She poked him in the chest with a finger and strutted off, leaving him standing there staring after her like a dolt. When she reached the exit, she threw him a cocky grin over her shoulder.
“You coming?”
Not nearly soon enough.
The thought came naturally, easily, but for the first time, it was followed immediately by shame. Because Gods, she was better than that, standing there in the dim glow of the flashlight, dirt smudged on her cheek and nose. She had a purity about her, a good, wholesome energy that seemed to repel darkness and capture light. He figured, being a demon, that he should be repelled, but she drew him, and even now he felt himself drawing closer to her.
He needed to resist, because getting emotional with her meant regretting what he had to do to save his life.
He nearly laughed out loud at that. He’d never denied himself, had never resisted his desires or regretted much of anything. Now, suddenly, he was trying to exercise some control, something even his brothers hadn’t gotten him to do.
But this spirited little human had him by the balls, and some small part of him liked it.
Hell’s bells, as Shade would say. Hell’s f**king bells.
Ten
I don’t need you anymore.
That’s what Serena had said to Josh after the demon left them in the catacombs, but it wasn’t true. Something was wrong with her charm, because that demon shouldn’t have been able to hurt her.
Not that it had hurt her a lot, but when he’d wrenched her arm behind her back, his nails had dug into her skin… and drawn blood. It was a minor injury, but it never should have happened, and as much as she hated to admit it, she was a little frightened.
Josh had handled himself like a pro, and as an ex-Guardian, she supposed he was. Until she figured out what was wrong with her charm, she could use his protection.
They caught a quick bite at a deli near the hotel before hurriedly—and cautiously—grabbing their remaining belongings from their rooms and catching the 17:20 train to Aswan.
They’d each purchased a large private sleeping compartment and agreed to meet up in the dining car for dinner. She had a few minutes, so she changed out of her dusty clothes, took two swigs from her flask for courage, and put her time to good use, calling Val while she still had a signal.
“Hey,” she said when he picked up.
“Serena? It’s David.”
“Oh.” She strained to hear David’s voice over the crackle of static in the cell phone and the rumble of the train on the tracks. “Is Val there?”
“Yeah, hold on. Did you get the coin?”
“It’s in my pack.”
“Good. Keep it with you,” he said, as if she was an idiot who would let it out of her sight. “Here’s Dad.”
She heard the transfer of the handset. “David said you got the artifact,” Val said by way of greeting. “Any problems?”
“Maybe. Last night a man approached me on the streets of Alexandria. He said you sent him.”
“What? Josh was supposed to meet you, but I didn’t send—”
“I know, Val. Calm down. I got rid of him.”
“Why didn’t you tell me last night?”
“I figured he was gone for good.” She took a deep breath. Val was going to hit the roof. “But today he showed up at the catacombs… and it turns out he’s a demon.”
Val inhaled sharply. “You okay?”
“You know I am.” She hesitated, considering how much she should say. If he knew Byzamoth had hurt her, he’d send every Aegis cell within a day’s travel after her. “But my secret is out.”
“What are you saying, Serena?” Val’s voice was low, controlled, and for the first time, she heard the Aegis warrior he was.
“My cloak was compromised,” she admitted. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry. It’s repaired now, but it was down for a time.” Now she had to hope whatever was wrong with her charm would be as easily fixed.
“You need to come home. Forget about the Aswan artifact.”
“I’m already on the train.”
“You will get off in Cairo and catch the first flight back.”
She gazed out the window at the harsh yet beautiful landscape, a mix of golden sand and graceful trees, and shook her head. “I’m perfectly safe. And Josh is with me.”
“Josh? Why?”
“Val, come on. He was a Guardian. Who better for me to travel with?” She could practically hear the top of Val’s head blow off. Time to go. “Wow, the static is terrible. I should hang up. I’ll call you when I get the tablet.”
“Wait—”
She severed the phone link by mashing the End button with her thumb. Just to be safe, she turned off the phone completely and headed for the dining car.
A doorway.
“Eureka,” she breathed. “I think we might have found it!” She darted to the fissure, but Wraith grabbed her before she could pry open the stone slab.
“Wait. Let me do it. It might be booby-trapped.”
“Really,” she said, “it’s safer for me.”
“Why is that? Are you one of those charmed people?”
Her eyes flared, but she recovered quickly, with a blinding smile. “Don’t be silly. It’s just that I’m smaller than you are. Less of a target.”
“Humor me.” Sure, she was charmed and all but invincible, but this kind of thing was what he lived for. Except… he was dying, so really, he had nothing to lose anyway.
“Josh—”
He shoved the stone aside before she could argue, grimacing at the sigh of stale air that escaped as though the Hall of Caracalla had been holding its breath. Wraith’s natural night vision allowed him to see perfectly, but Serena flicked on a flashlight. The rough-carved passage was dusty and full of cobwebs, slanting slightly downward on a floor of packed earth.
Here the walls were chipped and grooved, bare of artwork, evidence that the area had been closed off soon after construction.
It ended in a round, unfinished cavern no larger than one of UG’s exam rooms. It was empty except for a crude pillar in the center and a clay jar in one corner. Serena brushed past Wraith and sank down on her knees in front of the plain brown pot. Carefully, she reached inside and withdrew a fist-sized leather pouch.
Her sharp intake of breath accompanied a flash of gold as she drew a coin from the bag. Her thrill was a shock of energy that danced across his skin. Wraith knew exactly what she was feeling. He only felt alive when he was f**king, fighting, or hunting, and hunting relics could be as big a rush as hunting food.
“Is that it?” he asked, sinking down beside her.
“Yes. Oh, yes.” She turned the coin over and over, finally running her thumb over the back, on which words were etched. There she went with the rubbing again. His dermoire writhed as though it wanted the same attention. “Let that which is open, close. That which is closed, remain.”
“Man, I hate the cryptic shit.”
Her eyes shone with excitement as she returned the coin to its pouch. “I love it. Solving the mystery, finding the hidden meaning… there’s nothing like it.”
“Oh, I can think of something like it,” he said, letting his gaze linger on her lips. “Something that’ll get you just as dirty. Sweaty…” Gods, he was turned on. Who’d have thought that searching for treasure could be an aphro-disiac?
“You’re hopeless.”
He reached out and traced her bottom lip with his thumb. “I’ve heard that once or twice.”
Serena tucked the pouch containing the coin into her backpack. “I’m sure you have,” she said dryly.
“Grave-robbing offal.” The booming, musical male voice echoed through the tomb with an evil resonance Wraith felt to his soul.
He leaped to his feet and whirled in a single motion. Standing at the entrance to the hidden area was Byzam. A black hooded robe obscured his body and his hair, but his unnaturally handsome face peeked out from the cowl. The hair on Wraith’s neck stood on end in a way it hadn’t the first time he’d seen the other male.
This wasn’t your average evil scum. Death would think twice before standing in the way of this demon.
Serena stood and calmly brushed the dirt from her pants. “It’s true that I’m more of a treasure hunter than an archaeologist,” she said, apparently unconcerned that the male who had snuck up on them might be a threat, “so I have a bit of a mercenary finders-keepers attitude. But offal? That’s a little strong.”
Byzam moved in a smear of light that even Wraith’s vampire vision barely tracked. In a blink, he had Serena’s arm twisted behind her back and she was kissing the wall.
With a roar that shook dust from the ceiling, Wraith plowed into the demon, sending him careening off the pillar. A sound like a gunshot rang out as the stone column cracked, chips of stone peeling away from the fissure that spread upward from the dent Byzam’s body had made.
Wraith got right up in the male’s face. “Get the f**k out. Now.”
Byzam leaned close, so close Wraith could smell his foul breath as he whispered, “I know what you’re up to, Seminus.”
Wraith rocked his head forward, smashing his skull into Byzam’s mouth. “That’s because you’re up to the same thing.”
The bastard smiled through bloody lips, but kept his voice low. “She won’t give it up to you, so you might as well go home to whatever hole you crawled out of.”
Wraith bared his fangs. “If I see you again, I’ll bleed you out.”
“When you see me again, you’ll be calling me god. For now, you can call me Byzamoth.” He bowed to Serena and swept out the door. Wraith gave chase, but Byzamoth had disappeared into thin air. Wraith stood outside the chamber for a moment, waiting for the battle high to subside, for his fangs to retract and his eyes to return to blue from the angry red he knew they’d turned.
When he returned to the chamber, Serena was waiting for him, her backpack slung over her shoulder, her face ashen.
She was shaken, and truthfully, so was Wraith. Had her charm failed, or did it not activate unless she was in mortal danger, and Byzamoth hadn’t intended to kill her?
The scent of blood was in the air, faint and human. Serena had been hurt. He went to her, took her wrist, and shoved up her sleeve. Four deep crescents scored her forearm, beading with blood. Hunger roared through him and his fangs began to throb, his mouth to water. Shit.
Pulse racing, he released her and forced himself to take a step back. “You’re hurt,” he ground out.
Gods, he wanted her in a way he’d never wanted any female, human or demon. He wanted to lick her from her arm to her throat, sink his fangs into her and take her like he had in the dream. He could pump into her as her blood pumped into him—
“I’ll live,” she said, her voice stronger than he’d have expected, given what had just happened. “What did he say to you?”
He took a moment to get his shit together before answering. “That his name is Byzamoth. And he wanted the treasure.” True enough, except Serena was the treasure. And for some reason it pissed him the hell off that the sonofabitch treated her like nothing more than a prize.
Which was exactly how Wraith was treating her, and when the f**k did he gain the guilt gene? Ruthlessly, he summoned an emotion he was far more comfortable with.
Extreme anger.
“So that’s what he’s been after all this time?” She frowned. “How did he know about it? And how did you convince him to go?”
“I don’t know how he knew about it, but I told him I’d kill him if he came near you again.”
Her hand went to her necklace, and he caught a whiff of blood again. She was killing him. “He isn’t human, then.”
“Would it matter if he was?” His voice was bitter and rough to his own ears. She didn’t deserve his anger, but he was pissed at Byzamoth, at Roag, at the assassin who’d poisoned him, at himself, at the entire f**king world, and he was tired of playing nice.
“Would it matter to you?”
“No. He’s a threat. Period.”
“You’ve lived a hard life, haven’t you?” Her words were softly spoken, but they echoed around the tiny chamber and inside his skull.
“What? Yours has been charmed?” The words flew out of his mouth before he realized the irony of what he’d said.
She smiled—he knew the look. It was the one Tayla and Runa gave to E and Shade when they wanted to humor his brothers. Might as well give him a nice pat on the head, too. “I have. I’ve always been lucky.”
“Luck runs out, Serena.”
“So you’re a pessimist?”
“I’m a realist.”
She walked over to him and punched him in the biceps. “Stick with me, baby. You’ll learn to be an optimist.”
Fat chance of that, but this was the opening he needed. “Oh, I’m sticking with you.”
She handed him the Roman pendant he’d taken from the real Josh. “I don’t need you anymore.”
“Yeah,” he said, “you do. You have demons after you, and I have a shitload of experience fighting them.”
He wondered how she was going to argue her way out of this, but to his surprise, she merely said, “I’m going to Aswan. If you think you can keep up with me, you’re welcome to tag along.”
She poked him in the chest with a finger and strutted off, leaving him standing there staring after her like a dolt. When she reached the exit, she threw him a cocky grin over her shoulder.
“You coming?”
Not nearly soon enough.
The thought came naturally, easily, but for the first time, it was followed immediately by shame. Because Gods, she was better than that, standing there in the dim glow of the flashlight, dirt smudged on her cheek and nose. She had a purity about her, a good, wholesome energy that seemed to repel darkness and capture light. He figured, being a demon, that he should be repelled, but she drew him, and even now he felt himself drawing closer to her.
He needed to resist, because getting emotional with her meant regretting what he had to do to save his life.
He nearly laughed out loud at that. He’d never denied himself, had never resisted his desires or regretted much of anything. Now, suddenly, he was trying to exercise some control, something even his brothers hadn’t gotten him to do.
But this spirited little human had him by the balls, and some small part of him liked it.
Hell’s bells, as Shade would say. Hell’s f**king bells.
Ten
I don’t need you anymore.
That’s what Serena had said to Josh after the demon left them in the catacombs, but it wasn’t true. Something was wrong with her charm, because that demon shouldn’t have been able to hurt her.
Not that it had hurt her a lot, but when he’d wrenched her arm behind her back, his nails had dug into her skin… and drawn blood. It was a minor injury, but it never should have happened, and as much as she hated to admit it, she was a little frightened.
Josh had handled himself like a pro, and as an ex-Guardian, she supposed he was. Until she figured out what was wrong with her charm, she could use his protection.
They caught a quick bite at a deli near the hotel before hurriedly—and cautiously—grabbing their remaining belongings from their rooms and catching the 17:20 train to Aswan.
They’d each purchased a large private sleeping compartment and agreed to meet up in the dining car for dinner. She had a few minutes, so she changed out of her dusty clothes, took two swigs from her flask for courage, and put her time to good use, calling Val while she still had a signal.
“Hey,” she said when he picked up.
“Serena? It’s David.”
“Oh.” She strained to hear David’s voice over the crackle of static in the cell phone and the rumble of the train on the tracks. “Is Val there?”
“Yeah, hold on. Did you get the coin?”
“It’s in my pack.”
“Good. Keep it with you,” he said, as if she was an idiot who would let it out of her sight. “Here’s Dad.”
She heard the transfer of the handset. “David said you got the artifact,” Val said by way of greeting. “Any problems?”
“Maybe. Last night a man approached me on the streets of Alexandria. He said you sent him.”
“What? Josh was supposed to meet you, but I didn’t send—”
“I know, Val. Calm down. I got rid of him.”
“Why didn’t you tell me last night?”
“I figured he was gone for good.” She took a deep breath. Val was going to hit the roof. “But today he showed up at the catacombs… and it turns out he’s a demon.”
Val inhaled sharply. “You okay?”
“You know I am.” She hesitated, considering how much she should say. If he knew Byzamoth had hurt her, he’d send every Aegis cell within a day’s travel after her. “But my secret is out.”
“What are you saying, Serena?” Val’s voice was low, controlled, and for the first time, she heard the Aegis warrior he was.
“My cloak was compromised,” she admitted. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry. It’s repaired now, but it was down for a time.” Now she had to hope whatever was wrong with her charm would be as easily fixed.
“You need to come home. Forget about the Aswan artifact.”
“I’m already on the train.”
“You will get off in Cairo and catch the first flight back.”
She gazed out the window at the harsh yet beautiful landscape, a mix of golden sand and graceful trees, and shook her head. “I’m perfectly safe. And Josh is with me.”
“Josh? Why?”
“Val, come on. He was a Guardian. Who better for me to travel with?” She could practically hear the top of Val’s head blow off. Time to go. “Wow, the static is terrible. I should hang up. I’ll call you when I get the tablet.”
“Wait—”
She severed the phone link by mashing the End button with her thumb. Just to be safe, she turned off the phone completely and headed for the dining car.
