Midnight Enchantment (41 page)

His blood sang hot with the supernatural scent of her. She wasn’t far, just a few blocks away. His body tightened with need, his heart rushing with adrenaline caused by her nearness. She would be human, that’s always how Loki did it. Not valkyrie, not witch.
Human
. It complicated things for the Brotherhood and amused Loki, the bastard. He never made things easy.

Of course, a witch, for Broder at least, would have been far more complicated.

One thousand years he’d been in the Brotherhood of the Damned. One thousand years of offing Blight, one by one, hoping to find that single agent from whom the sliver had been taken that pierced his soul. If he could find that one agent, he would be free to die.

Most humans dreamed about immortality, but most in the Brotherhood dreamed of death—of peace, of rest, of change of any kind. Love was just a dream…death, something to strive for.

Immortality for the Brotherhood was hell.

Kill the agent of Blight from whom Loki had extracted the sliver lodged in Broder’s soul and the sliver would die, too. The countdown clock of his physical life would resume.

But this.
This was a new goal. This was different from the last thousand years of his life. This woman promised warmth, companionship…pleasure. A respite from the endless cycle of killing and death.

He was close now. He gunned the engine of his cycle, ran a red light. The city was empty, winding down into night. To his left was a parking garage. In it was his woman.

Broder gunned the motorcycle inside, his blood a torpedo headed straight for her.