Midnight's Master (34 page)

The psycho bitch had the gun aimed at him again. Time to end this shit.

His eyes narrowed. He blocked the pain—

Her fingers squeezed the trigger—

Focus. He’d get her to turn the gun back on herself—

“You’re not hurting him!” A scream of fury.

Then the gun jerked from the blonde’s fingers—and flew right through the air and into Holly’s hand.

Sonofabitch.

His little demon still had a few surprises for him.

Her face was stunned.

So was the blonde’s.

Niol sucked in a sharp breath. His woman was something else.

“No! No, you fucking bitch! It’s not going to end like this!” The bastard ex-fiancé screamed and lunged forward, kicking a surgical tray out of his way. He reached out, swiped something up with his right hand—

A scalpel already red with blood. Holly’s blood. The same scalpel he’d had to her throat. Niol had dropped the scapel when the first bullet hit him.

Zack snarled and lifted the weapon high with his hand and jumped right at Holly.

Time to die. Niol blocked the pain and sent out a burst of raw power.

He saw the sudden terror on the human’s face.

I’m stopping your heart, bastard, and it’ll never start again.

Understanding in those blue eyes.

See you in hell.

Holly fired her gun, sending the bullet blasting into Zack’s chest.

He fell to the floor, body twitching, then—

Still.

One down.

A shriek.

One to go.

Niol glanced over at the woman. Her eyes were on Zack’s still body and her mouth was open as she screamed. Again and again.

Wincing, he managed to rise to his feet.

“Niol…” So soft when the screams were so loud.

His gaze went back to the only one who mattered. Her lips trembled as tears leaked from her eyes. “Oh, God, Niol, your chest…”

He forced a smile. For her. “Love, it’s not as bad as it looks.” Yes, it was, but he’d heal.

He lifted the arms that felt leaden.

The blonde let out another wild cry, then streaked behind them, running for the door.

Holly’s breath caught and she took a step after her.

“No.” Niol snagged her hand. Alive. Safe. He’d been so worried and—

Afraid.

He hadn’t been able to manage finesse when he’d arrived at the run-down house. He’d gone in, fury engulfing him, and the rage had blasted right into the wall.

“My men are outside. She won’t get away.” She’d never hurt another demon again.

Holly turned back toward him. She reached up with her right hand, touching his chest.

His blood soaked her fingers. “Don’t do something stupid and die on me.” The words were tough but her lips still shook.

He kissed her. Tasted her, and knew that he’d just come seconds away from truly losing his soul.

If she’d been dead on that table when I arrived…

Her body brushed his.

Don’t think about it.

The salt of her tears brushed his mouth.

Crying, for him.

When had a woman ever done that?

When had he ever deserved tears?

Niol lifted his head. “Don’t be scared. It takes more than bullets to kill me.” To knock him on his ass, or rather, his knees, yeah. Bullets would do that, for a while. “No weapon of man can take out a level-ten, love. A gun can’t kill me.” A lot more would be required to rip him out of this world.

Her gaze flickered to the body. Niol stiffened. “It wasn’t your kil .” He didn’t want that knowledge on her. Holly’s soul was clean and would stay that way. “Before you fired, I—”

She shook her head. “I kil ed him. That’s what we tell the police and anybody else who asks.”

Her eyes met his once more.

She knew, he realized. Maybe she’d known the instant he sent out his power.

Smart. Tough.

His.

Her chin lifted. “Zack—he was messed up. What he wanted to do—” Holly broke off and shook her head. “He had to be stopped.”

Niol wiped away the blood on her throat. Pressed his fingers against the cut to try and stop the bleeding and—

“You saved my life tonight, Niol. For what now? The third time?”

She saved me. “Who’s counting?” He pushed her toward the door. He wanted her out of that room, away from the blood and the death and back someplace safe.

“I am.” Soft.

He realized his hands were trembling. From the blood loss.

From the fear of losing her.

She was safe now. The hunter was gone. No more danger. No more case.

His little reporter wouldn’t need him to walk on the wild side anymore.

He’d saved her, but Niol was very afraid that now, he’d lose her…

And there wasn’t a single thing he could do about that.

“Police!” He didn’t stop walking at the yell. Didn’t even flinch. Holly glanced up, her brows pulling together as they crept into the hallway and found half a dozen uniformed officers waiting with guns drawn.

Michelle stood trapped between two of the cops. Tears streamed down her face. Her hands were cuffed in front of her. Niol’s demons were behind the police line. The demons had fury stamped on their faces, and their gazes were locked dead center on the blonde.

Payback. They want it so badly they can taste it.

Some demons were damn territorial. You didn’t hurt one of theirs and walk away.

His eyes lingered on Michelle. No, you didn’t walk away.

Payback would be coming soon for her. The cops had better watch her closely and keep her far away from any demon inmates.

That would be a hard job because the cops wouldn’t be able to see the demons until it was too late.

“Lapen? Shit! We need a stretcher in here, ASAP!” Brooks shoved past the uniforms, lowering his weapon as he rushed forward.

His wounds were already closing. Niol knew that by the time he made it to the hospital, the bullet would have worked out of his chest and the wound would have closed.

The bullet in his shoulder had gone straight through—that hole was nearly healed now.

“Not necessary,” he said, tightening his grip on Holly. He had the feeling she was about to slip right through his fingers.

“Is all that your blood?” Brooks demanded, lips tightening. “How are you even on your feet?”

For a guy who spent his nights with a succubus, the man should really know more about demons.

A shot in the chest, no matter how close the range, wouldn’t stop a level-ten for long.

Niol caught sight of the wolf shifter cop, pushing his way through the crowd.

A gun wouldn’t kill him, but that one—though he’d sure never let on to the detective—he could give Niol a good run at death.

A wolf shifter’s claws, if they got a lucky swipe at his throat, would be able to end his days. Not a mortal weapon, so one deadly to him.

Not that he’d ever be tel ing the cop…

There was a reason level-ten demons didn’t get along with wolf shifters. Self-preservation.

Gyth reached for him, as if he’d help. “Get the hell away from me,” Niol growled, straightening his shoulders. The day he needed help from a wolf would be the day he—

“Humans are here,” Gyth whispered. “You were shot in the heart, asshole. Let me help.”

Not the heart. The woman’s aim hadn’t been that good.

But Holly’s shot at the male had been perfect. The lady sure knew how to handle a gun.

He’d have to ask her about that one day.

One day. But for now…

Niol gave a grim nod, then, though it grated, he wrapped an arm around the wolf shifter’s shoulders and let Gyth lead him from the house. He kept his right hand locked on Holly. No way would he leave her behind in that shack that smelled of death.

“He’s going to kill me! You have to protect me! I need help!” The bitch’s screams rose, making his temples throb. He spared a glance for the blonde as he passed her and watched with satisfaction as she jerked back against the cop near her.

“We’ll take care of her, don’t worry,” Gyth said. The words, Niol knew, were a warning.

Because when Gyth turned his head, just a fraction, and met Niol’s stare, he saw very clearly what the cop was thinking. My job. Don’t even think of going after her.

Ah, but the wolf knew he liked to hunt.

Niol tossed one more glance at the woman. Then he lifted his eyes to the cop who held her with one hand clenching around her shoulder. A middle-aged cop, with black hair already going gray, a strong jaw, and lips that were pressed into a firm line. Niol met his warm brown gaze—and looked straight through his glamour.

Brown eyes flashed black.

Told his partner before. Demons are a third of the force.

“Don’t worry, detective,” he said, keeping his voice calm, but making sure he was heard by the ones that mattered. “I’ll leave this case in the hands of the police. I’m sure it will be handled just right.”

The cop on the other side of the blonde stepped forward. Niol recognized him.

Another one of mine.

A slight inclination of the cop’s head.

“Don’t worry, love,” he told Holly as they left the woman’s cries behind them, “she won’t hurt anyone else.”

That was a guarantee.

They stepped onto an old porch. One with rotting wood and loose boards. Police cruisers surrounded the house. Two ambulances waited near the drive, and there was even a fire truck braking at the side of the broken street.

Niol glanced over at Gyth.

The wolf gave a slow smile. “I put a tail on you. Figured after the fire, you wouldn’t be taking shit much longer.”

No, he wouldn’t.

“Didn’t expect a grab on Storm.” The smile dimmed. “Thought you were the target, not her.”

“So did I.” For a time.

“I didn’t expect a grab, either,” Holly muttered.

Gyth shook his head. “When you came in here and I heard the explosion—”

The shifter would have heard the wall collapse from miles away.

“—I knew the shit had hit the fan. I called for backup and got to the house just when the shots were fired.”

Gyth exhaled on a heavy sigh. “That blonde came running out—don’t know where the hell she thought she was going, but I had to hold your men back when they saw her.”

Yes, Niol bet he’d had to hold them—hard.

EMTs rushed toward him with a stretcher. Dammit. Niol felt the eyes on him. He heard the screech of tires and saw the news vans jerking to a stop in a cloud of dirt.

“Sir?” A young guy, clean shaven, wearing a perfectly pressed uniform.

“Go with them, Niol,” Holly said, her voice stroking over him.

His teeth clenched, but he climbed on the stretcher. He’d disappear long before the ambulance pulled up at the hospital and the ride would keep him away from prying eyes.

Least I’m finally away from the shifter.

Though he’d admit the bastard wasn’t as bad as he’d thought. Emily could have done worse.

Course she could have done better.

Holly leaned over him. Her eyes were wide and stark and the dried blood on her neck made him want to kill that ass-hole all over again.

“Thank you.” Her mouth lifted into a half-smile.

He didn’t want her fucking thanks.

He just wanted her.

The EMT moved to strap him down.

“Don’t even think about it!”

The guy backed up, fast.

“Kiss me, Holly.” One more kiss, before the world that was waiting with cameras and microphones stole her.

“Storm! Storm!” Niol didn’t look away from her as he heard the yell.

Holly bent over him and brushed her lips against his. Not nearly enough.

His fingers tangled in her hair. He pulled her closer and thrust his tongue into her sweet mouth.

Still not enough.

“Storm! Storm, get a mike! You’re the damn story! This is the best story of your life!

Get. A. Mike!”

Her head lifted. The EMTs waited to wheel him away. And the cameras waited for her.

His heart ached, and not because of the bullet slowly making its way back up through his chest.

She’d stepped in front of a bullet for him. Been willing to die. For him.

Don’t deserve her. Never wil . Need to walk away.

Maybe for once, he should do the right thing.

“Good-bye, love.” His fingers slipped down her cheek. Brushed over her lips.

Then the EMTs rolled him away from her. She looked so fragile, with the blood on her clothes and the shadows under her eyes. So breakable.

But today, faced with hell, she hadn’t broken.

She’d fired back. Tried to kill a man she’d nearly married. Protected me.

They pushed him into the back of the ambulance. The instant the doors slammed, Niol jerked upright. One of the EMTs, the woman, was a shifter. She’d come to Paradise a few times. A real fox.

He pointed to the brunette. “The vehicle makes a pit stop before the hospital.”

She smiled. She knew the way things worked in this city.

Unable to stop himself, Niol turned his head and watched through the back window.

Two men stood on either side of Holly. Ben, the cameraman he’d seen a few times. His head was bandaged, and he had his camera hoisted up on his shoulder.

The other guy was older, with silver-streaked hair. He shoved a microphone toward Holly.

Her gaze lifted. Met his.

Do the right thing.

The siren wailed to life.

The ambulance pulled away.

Doing the right thing—fucking hard. But for her, he’d do just about anything.

Even if that meant leaving her.

He’d left her. The red lights from the ambulance lit up the street and Holly watched those lights, spellbound.

He’d left. And she’d seen his eyes—seen the good-bye in them. This wasn’t an I’ll-See-You-Later leave.

This was the end.

The hunters had been stopped. The demons were safe again, and Holly had never felt more alone.

“For Christ’s sake, Storm, take the microphone!”

The bellow had her lifting the gaze she’d dropped and looking into Mac’s glittering eyes. The guy’s face was crimson and he seriously looked like he would be bursting a blood vessel any minute.