Blood Trinity (31 page)

“You going to be able to see in the dark areas without a monocular?” She turned to stride ahead, always wanting to take the lead.

He let her this time. “I can see.” Actually, he could see the sway of her hips exceptionally well and could navigate the dark areas of the park just fine, but his sight, like his sense of smell, would be sharper in jaguar form. Animal energy prickled beneath his skin, wanting to break out and change shape so he could slip through this park as a practically invisible predator. He didn’t feel pressure to change because of the upcoming full moon. He was part Ashaninka Spiritwalker and part Navajo Skinwalker, not a lycanthrope.

No, the urge came at dark, period. He fought the pressure to change the minute the sun set every day, but he had control over that urge even if his body wanted to argue just now.

He hadn’t encountered any real difficulty for the past seven months or he wouldn’t have left the backcountry of Chile to come around civilization.

The urge to shift was eating at him and he’d bet it was that vixen striding ahead of him. Not just any female, but that one. Something as simple as a woman’s scent would get under a man’s skin to make him want one particular female, and nothing Storm did would stop his body from reacting anytime this one was near.

The animal inside of him wanted her or wanted out.

He couldn’t allow his control to slip. Not even for a woman that fine. She’d only get in the way of
his mission to find his father and get both their souls back.

“What’d you find out on the Birrn?” Evalle asked, tossing a look his way over her shoulder as she made her way around the north end of the park.

“You mean besides that you were there and a Cresyl was involved?”

She paused and stared into the darkness for one second, two, three. “Sen doesn’t know.”

Not a question, just a confirmation.

He could withhold the information, but he wouldn’t make her work for this. “No. I didn’t tell him.”

She continued on, weaving her way around the base of old oak trees that hovered over the park protectively. After another gap in the conversation, she asked, “You wouldn’t know anything about a female body missing from the morgue, would you?”

“The female victim who had been mauled was gone when I got there. Anything you want to tell me about that particular body?”

“I don’t think so.” She picked her way as carefully as she chose her words. Pushed hair behind her ear. Nervous move. “You track the Birrn to anything or anyone … else?”

“I found where the Cresyls were killed. The fear and pain lingers. A third demon entered the city. Not sure what it was other than Hindu in origin.
When I found that demon, he’d been tortured and cut up into pieces.”

She stopped about fifty yards from the footbridge at the south end of the park and turned to him. “I heard about a Rak demon that was cut up and left in a suitcase.”

“I’m not familiar with Raks, but that sounds like the one I found.”

“Did you pick up anything on the Rak’s killer?”

“I tracked him for all of a half mile, and the trail disappeared in a MARTA subway station. He must have teleported at that point for me to lose him.”

Crossing her arms, she stopped again and stared off into infinity. Debate played through her eyes. She glanced up at his face and he saw her dilemma.

Share information, or not?

He waited for her to come to a decision.

Her fingers tapped against the rain slicker. She gazed off into the distance. “Okay, this is what I have. I talked to a Nightstalker tonight who thinks the demons are all controlled by one source or by two that are working together.”

Storm kept his surprise hidden that Evalle had actually shared anything. “Unfortunately, that doesn’t narrow the field much.”

“Except when you add in the Noirre majik.” The bill of her cap swung around toward him, bringing her dark glasses almost eye level with him. He liked
a woman with substance. Evalle was tall and tough. They matched physically, and noticing that little detail only sharpened the edge on his frustration.

What had they been talking about? Noirre majik. “Isn’t that Celtic?”

She shook her head, water flying off her cap. “Not always, but there’s one major source of Noirre that is Celtic.”

“I don’t know much about that history.”

“There’s Celtic history that is
known,
then there’s the history that is only known by Beladors,” she began. “I’ll tell you what is not necessarily common knowledge but known by more than just the Beladors. There was a witch way back in the thirteenth century known as Medb, though some knew her by other names. She had a daughter called Findabair, who was sent to one man, then offered to a bunch of other men. Supposedly seven hundred men lost their lives when a war broke out over her virginity lost in the wrong bed, and Findabair died of shame just after that.”

“Another war fought over a woman, huh?”

“Not the first time men used the little brain to make a big decision. You want this history lesson or not, Storm?”

“Since you make learning a real joy, continue.”

Her finely cut lips pulled taut. “Back to the how, there are two versions of history. Another story
circulated about Findabair says that while she was dying of shame, a druid named Cathbad found her and asked if she wanted to live. But Cathbad was a sly one. He’d actually been sent by Findabair’s mother, Medb the witch, to get a child from her that she could raise in secret.”

“I thought the Medb was a coven of witches.”

“Are you listening? Did you have to go through remedial shaman classes?”

Storm couldn’t help himself. Annoying Evalle brought out the color in her cheeks.

“There was a powerful witch named Medb from which the Medb coven developed.” Evalle composed herself in her next breath. “Got it now?”

“Got it. But the druid broke the deal by letting Findabair die.”

“No, Findabair didn’t ask how
long
she would live. Just like witches and any other being, druids are not all good or all evil. He brought the baby to Medb, who wanted to create a Medb coven of witches and warlocks for the sole purpose of destroying all Beladors.”

“Why?”

“Long story, but the Medb coven believes the island where our warrior queen Brina lives is rightfully theirs.”

“Where’s that?”

“I can’t tell you exactly.”

Storm wanted to keep her talking. “Based on just the Beladors I’ve met, it doesn’t seem like the Medb coven has fulfilled their duty of wiping out the Beladors.”

“They came very close when Brina’s family was destroyed. She’s supposed to be the last descendant of the Treoir family, which has always been the keeper of the Belador power on earth. Beladors draw their power from the Isle of Treoir, which is hidden somewhere in the mist over the Irish Sea, but only as long as a Treoir family member lives on the island. That’s why Brina can’t leave and only shows her face in a hologram-type form. If the Medb coven ever figure a way to take that island, or to kill Brina before she has a child, they will hold our power by the short hairs.”

“So you think the Noirre majik in Atlanta is tied to the Medb?”

“Maybe. That’s the only form of Noirre that I’ve ever heard of that’s Celt in origin, but I’m not as well schooled as other Beladors.”

He considered the last demon he had found dead. “You think the Rak killer was connected to the Medb?”

“I don’t know. Whoever killed the Rak demon can teleport, but I didn’t think the Medb could disappear without leaving a power trail.”

He couldn’t figure this woman out. She’d held onto her thoughts tighter than a banker to his
wallet … until now. “Why are you finally telling me any of this?”

“Isn’t it obvious after Sen zapped me out of here last night?”

Was that a trick question? “No.”

“You say you aren’t here just to help Sen put me away. I’m thinking either you are and you already know some of this, or you aren’t working with him, in which case I need you to know enough to be able to help …”

“To help what?”

She wouldn’t look at him when she whispered, “Me.”

Even after a couple years spent in isolation from much of the world, Storm knew when he was being given an olive branch of trust. This woman wouldn’t extend faith easily or often, so when she offered anything, a man should pay attention.

The problem was that
he
couldn’t afford to be responsible for that trust, and neither could he tell her why.

Letting her think she could gamble on him was a mistake. The best thing he could do was help her and the VIPER team find that damn rock, then rework his deal with Sen, which would piss off Sen.

Piss off Sen or Evalle?

Sen would smoke him.

But Evalle would lose her war with Sen.

Storm couldn’t find the person he had come here to hunt down if he gave Sen reason to pull him off the southeastern team. Neither could he do anything for Evalle if that happened. Getting any closer to her than a teammate wouldn’t do her any favors with Sen either.

Keeping his tone brisk, Storm asked, “Why do
you
need help?”

She turned those dark glasses on him, and even with that separation he could feel the power of her focus. The strength that lay behind that plastic shield. Her scent steamed off her when she generated any power like she was doing right now, while she tried to decide just what she could say without showing any more vulnerability than she had already.

The urge to reach out with his power and comfort her rose up inside him, but she’d bow up if he did that again. Too much pride to allow anyone to protect her. If she didn’t back off the power that was spinning around her he’d have to do something soon. Like put his arms around her. That’d get his clock cleaned. “Look, Evalle, I can’t help you if I don’t know what I’m looking for.”

She dipped her head and the power fell away.

Thank the spirit gods. Storm drew a breath, unaware he’d been holding his.

“Sen wants me off the team.”

“Then leave.”

She gave a wry laugh. “Not that easy. My existence depends on remaining with VIPER. Didn’t he fill you in on Alterants?”

“I heard about the ones that have shifted and killed. I know he thinks you’re hiding something from him.” Storm wanted to smile when her lips parted in surprise. She had a damn nice mouth. “I know he thinks you’re lying to him sometimes, which we established last night was credible.”

That flattened her lips across clenched teeth. What would it be like to see her eyes fire up with passion for once?

“What else do I need to know, Evalle?” He had to get moving, away from her preferably, or he wouldn’t keep his hands to himself with her putting out anxiety waves like a cornered animal. He had no choice but to push her a little more. “You’re the one who asked for help. What’s the deal with being an Alterant? What makes you special?”

That shoved the last bit of her rancor over the edge. “Just freakin’ forget I said anything.” She started past him.

He caught her by the arm.

She swung around and ripped her glasses off with her free arm. Her eyes glowed a brilliant green. Not anything like what he’d seen in the truck when they’d ridden to Atlanta from VIPER headquarters. “Take a good look. This is just a
little
pissed off.
The really nasty side comes out if I shift, which Sen thinks I’m already doing anyhow and just keeping it hidden. The minute he has proof I’m a threat to humans, a Tribunal will lock me in a cage where no one will ever find me. That’s what he brought you in for. Take your hand off me before you lose it.”

Her body shook beneath his fingers.

He understood anger that raw and painful. It came from deep within when everything in your world was beyond your control. Storm’s jaguar wanted to come out and kill whatever threatened her, wanted to roar at the anguish buried inside each of her sharp breaths and force the world to stop hurting her.

When he ran out of choices, he kissed her.

Evalle had prepared herself for any reaction from Storm when she yelled at him and showed her glowing green beast eyes, but his kissing her had not been one of them. A rush of shock stole her ability to think or react. Then she only thought about how his lips were soft for someone with hard corded muscle beneath the skin where she clutched his arm.

He hadn’t touched her anywhere except her lips.

She, on the other hand, had her fingers wrapped around his arms. Holding on was sending the wrong message.

Allowing him to continue kissing her was sending a way wrong message. She let go.

He lifted his mouth from hers.

She remembered to breathe again. Noticed the rain still misting. Remembered they were in Piedmont Park, where thankfully few humans visited late on a Monday night. When she met his gaze, she expected a look of apology, but she didn’t see an ounce of regret. Before she could stop herself, Evalle licked her lips.

He looked away sharply and released a morose laugh that sounded half sigh. “Don’t do that unless you want me to keep kissing you.”

His laughing at her dumped cold water on whatever brain lapse had caused her to stand still like an idiot and allow him to kiss her at will. She’d never let anyone get that close to her face since the night the doctor had hurt her.