“I touched a nerve,” she drawled.
“You’re talking smack. Want me to turn it around and see how you like it?”
“Step off,” Alec warned. “Keep pushing her, and I’ll push you back.”
“Shut up.” Reed’s fists clenched. “If she wants to make wild conspiracy theories, she’ll have to manage the aftermath on her own.”
Eve studied the violence of Reed’s response with a calculating eye. Alec was taking her questions with only minor tension, but Reed was strung tight as a bow. She looked at Alec. “So outside of the Gadara Tower, some of the employees are mortal.”
He nodded.
“And if I flash this badge, they let me in, but they’ll also record that we came by, right? And the company credit card, listening devices, video cameras . . . it’s all cyberstalking in lieu of the divinely powered kind, right?”
“Sure. What are you thinking?”
“Nothing.” Eve stepped around her desk. She’d said enough for the benefit of whoever might be listening through the bugs in her house. The rest she would keep to herself until she felt that she could speak freely. “Let me get ready and we’ll go.”
Reed moved to follow. Alec stepped in his path. “Leave her alone,” he warned.
“I’m doing my job.” Reed’s voice was dangerously soft.
“Relax, Alec,” she admonished.
A low, predatory rumble filled the air. She exited the room with a shake of her head. Those two were going to have to figure out on their own how to work together.
Eve was shutting her bedroom door when it was halted midswing and pushed back in. Reed entered, his gaze sweeping around the room and coming to rest on the bed.
“Feng shui,” he murmured. “There’s at least a little bit of believer in you.”
“What does feng shui have to do with anything?” She watched him close the door, secretly impressed with his observational skills.
“You’re trying to tap into energies you can’t see or prove. Whether you think they come from God or not isn’t as important as the fact that you acknowledge forces outside of yourself.”
“You’re giving me a headache.”
He laughed, the velvet-rough sound flowing over her skin. “You can’t have headaches anymore.”
“That’s what you think.” She went to her closet and pushed the hanging wooden door along its track. It had taken her a long time to find two matching bleached pine panels of suitable size, but the effort was worth it. When she lay in bed, she studied the grain of the wood as she drifted to sleep.
“Listen.” His tone was so grave that it drew her gaze to him again. “When Marks go on the hunt, they change.”
“Change?”
“Their senses hone. You’ll experience a kind of tunnel vision. You see it in felines when they crouch low and prepare to pounce. They’re so absorbed in what they’re doing, they don’t register anything else.”
“I think I caught a bit of that before.”
“You might have. All mentors are specially trained to widen their focus to encompass their charges. Much like using bright headlights versus the regular ones.”
Eve pulled out her most worn pair of jeans. “And Alec hasn’t had this training.”
“Right. He’s really good at what he does, but I’m afraid he’s going to leave you unprotected. You have to be extra vigilant. Somehow, you’re going to have to remind yourself to take in everything.”
“Are you telling me this to make your brother look bad, or are you serious?”
“I only wish I could make up stuff this good.” He leaned back against the door. “You’re going to have to trust me, babe. It’s my job to keep you alive and working off your penance.”
“I wouldn’t say that assigning me to kill things prior to being trained is a good way to keep me breathing,” she said wryly.
The tightening of his jaw was nearly imperceptible, but Eve was looking for it. Gadara was yanking them all around. She knew what leverage he had on Alec—her. But what was Reed getting out of this? Perhaps Gadara was holding something over him, too? It was in her best interests to find out.
Reed’s glance moved back to her beautifully made bed and a smile curved his mouth. “You’re not sleeping with Cain.”
“How would you know?”
“His scent is fainter in here than in the rest of the condo.”
“My mom just washed and made the bed.”
“Uh-huh . . .” He looked at her with dark, slumberous eyes. Reed was like a firecracker, hot and explosive. The part of Eve that craved quiet evenings at home was shocked by how attractive she found that quality.
She turned away, determined to get ready for the task ahead and stop thinking about sex. “Don’t get cocky and think his absence has anything to do with you.”
“It has to do with something. You’ve been thinking about him for ten years, but now that he’s here, you’re keeping him at arm’s distance?”
She thought of the make-out session in the parking garage and smiled. “My personal life is none of your business.”
“Keep telling yourself that. Eventually you might believe it. But it still won’t be true.”
“Whatever. Got anything else for me?”
“Oh yeah, I got something for you, babe. Come and get it.”
“Eww.” Eve tossed an arch glance over her shoulder. “You just crossed the line from arrogant to crass.”
His gaze dropped. “Sorry.”
She sighed. He was faultlessly elegant on the outside, but on the inside . . . The man had some rough edges. Oddly enough, she didn’t want to smooth them away. But she did want to understand them. “Where did that little bit of tastelessness come from?”
Straightening, Reed reached for the doorknob. “Hell if I know,” he muttered, stepping out to the hallway.
The door closed behind him with a quiet click of the latch.
“It’s cold,” Eve muttered, pulling her sweater coat tighter around her.
Alec tossed an arm around her shoulders and bit back the obvious question. It was easily sixty-eight degrees outside, a temperature many individuals would say was balmy. The brisk stride with which they approached their destination would have kept most people warm. Eve’s chill came from somewhere inside her, created by either her changing body or her somber mood—a mood Abel had also carried with him when he’d left the house.
Braced for some type of goading, boastful comment from his brother, Alec had been astonished when Abel simply exited Eve’s bedroom and shifted away without a word. There one second, gone the next. Shifting was a blessing for all angels, except for Alec. He was the only
mal’akh
to have the gift stripped from him, another example of how he was denied even the basics. He’d been given very few breaks in his life, and now the one thing he cared for was at risk.
Intimacy. He hadn’t been prepared for it to happen between Eve and Abel. Sex was sex. It was nothing compared to the nonphysical intimacy Alec sensed developing between them. Jealousy ate at him. He and Abel had used women to irritate each other in the past, but never had they cared equally about one. It was a threat Alec didn’t know how to manage. After a lifetime of the same old, same old, he was now confronted with too many unknowns.
“It looks different at night,” Eve said softly.
He looked at their destination. Strategically lit with exterior illumination, it appeared stately and established, as if it had existed for decades rather than mere months.
As they neared the front entrance, Alec inhaled deeply. No stench, no infestation. He slowed his pace and gazed up at the gargoyles. From the alley, two were visible and they were both in their positions.
“What’s the matter?” Eve asked, reaching into her pocket for her badge.
“It doesn’t smell, angel.”
Her brow arched. “Not that again.”
“I wanted to believe you.”
She smiled. “I appreciate that.”
Flashing her credentials at the guard, Eve led the way with that kittenish sway to her hips that had once lured him to sin. Who was he kidding? It still lured him to sin.
“Angel.” He whistled after her. “Are you feeling frisky?”
She stopped at the bank of elevators and winked. They were met by a second guard in uniform who told them the elevators weren’t operational yet. They’d have to take the stairs.
“Race you to the top,” Eve challenged, before gripping the handrail and sprinting up.
He could catch her. His legs were longer. But it was far more fun to bring up the rear. They burst onto the roof in a rush of limbs and laughter . . . but the sight that greeted them quickly turned merriment into startled silence.
“Holy shit.” Alec slid briefly along the metal roof before gaining purchase.
Eve, still new to her strength, almost skid directly into the bonfire that was the source of his astonishment. Instead, she fell on her ass. “Ouch!”
Feeling as if he were suffering the effects of a hallucinogenic drug, Alec gaped at the tengu who danced around the hellfire with gleeful chortles. None of his mark senses registered the beast in front of him. Aside from the frail mortal vision he’d been born with, there was no other way to detect the demon. Yet it wasn’t that his senses had failed him. He saw the pit of hellfire. As a demonic conjuring that cast no illumination and no shadow, it was impossible to see with Unmarked vision.
But if his mark senses were functioning properly, he would also be able to smell the tengu and see his details. With that information, Alec would know which king of Hell he belonged to and how best to eradicate him. As it was, Alec was up shit creek without a paddle. And Eve was along for the ride.
Pivoting, he searched for the other gargoyles but found his view blocked by massive air-conditioning units. Were there more tengu to manage?
“Pretty Mark, Pretty Mark,” the tengu sang, his beady eyes on Eve where she still sprawled. He didn’t seem to notice Alec at all. “Pretty Mark came to see Joey.”
“You piss on me again,” she warned, pushing to her feet, “and I’ll kick your ass.”
“Joey’s ass is stone, Pretty Mark. Pretty Mark break foot kicking Joey’s ass.” The tengu laughed, still hopping in a frenzied jig to some tune only he could hear.
“My foot’s bigger,” Alec rumbled.
The tengu looked at him and a smile split his face. “Cain, Cain, good to see you again.”
“You know him?” Eve asked, stepping closer.
“Hell if I know. Without any details, I can’t tell.”
“What do we do?”
“Capture him.”
She snorted. “How are we supposed to do that?”
“Pretty Mark want to dance?” Joey cried, then he lunged at her.
Alec leaped between them, grunting against the vicious impact of hard, heavy stone to his gut. He hit the deck on his back and rolled with the writhing tengu. A brick safety ledge surrounded the roof’s perimeter and they crashed into it with a jolting thud.
The creature was hot to the touch, charged by the evil of the hellfire. As Alec grappled with the wriggling demon, his bare palms sizzled. The stench of burning flesh filled the air and he briefly considered tossing the damn tengu over the edge to shatter into pieces on the ground below. But he needed him intact so they could study him.
What the hell was it?
Aided by weight and his small size, the tengu crawled up Alec’s torso. As he rose with both hands fisted together as a mallet and prepared to swing, Eve lashed out with a swift kick. Her boot caught the tengu in the face and sent him flying. Screaming, it crashed into the bonfire.
“We’ve got to put the flames out.” Alec leaped to his feet. “It will keep recharging him, and we’ll wear out before he does.”
The tengu vaulted from the flames as a red-hot missile, and Eve ducked. He overshot and crashed into a van-sized air conditioner. A pipe feeding into the unit broke, spilling water across the roof.
“Will that work?” she asked.
“Only if it’s holy.”
“How the fuck are we supposed to get holy water up here?” She kicked droplets at the fire. The tengu disengaged from the massive dent he’d made in the AC unit and came running for Eve, screeching unintelligible words.
“Give me a second to work on that.” Alec tackled the crazed demon before he reached her.
Eve stared in horrified fascination. The two combatants were so disparate in size, yet seemed almost evenly matched. Alec definitely had his hands full. She glanced around for anything that could be used as a makeshift weapon.
“
Adjutorium nostrun in nomine—”
Alec shouted.
“—Domini.”
“What?” She raced around the air conditioner and was thrust backward with stunning strength. With the wind knocked from her, Eve could only gape up at the creature who sat on her. It was another tengu.
“I kill you,” the tengu said, in a lilting feminine voice so at odds with her frightening visage.
Alec continued to yell at his opponent in what Eve guessed was Latin. She yanked her head to the side as the tengu swung at her. The sound of the metal roof rending near her ear was deafening and painful, but the pain dissipated as quickly as it came. Using the tengu’s forward momentum, Eve tossed the heavy creature over her head and rolled to her belly. She scrambled to her feet, barely managing to gain her footing before the tengu was after her again.