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But love or not, this was the first time anyone had ever held him like this. Like she cared about him.

She’d been right. In all his life, he could count every hug he’d ever received. They were so rare and brief that he’d actually committed them to memory.

No one had ever held him to comfort him. Ever. His head reeled from emotions he couldn’t even begin to name, and from the warmth her hug gave him. And here, for one single heartbeat, he allowed himself to feel that maybe, just maybe, he might be worthy of being loved by someone.

Don’t be stupid
.

The last time he’d entertained that fantasy had been with Windseer.

To this day, he could hear her mocking laughter after he’d made the mistake of confessing his love for her. “You didn’t really expect me to say I love you, too, did you? While you are physically appealing and okay in bed, you’re weak. Pathetic. You let everyone walk all over you and then wipe their feet on you when they’re done. You cower into the shadows and shirk away every time your father draws near. Instead of being a man and standing up for yourself, you allow your brother to take credit for your skills and your kills. You’re just a mewling little boy. You won’t even accept the Grizzly Spirit’s offer because you’re too afraid to do so. How could any woman love something as pitiable as you?”

“I’m not p-p-p-p-p-p…” He’d been so upset by her attack that he hadn’t been able to get anything else out. He’d stood there sputtering like he was as mentally defective as everyone thought him to be.

“Try ‘nugatory’ or ‘inferior,’” she’d sneered at him. “Maybe you won’t stumble over those.”

At that point, his fury had been such that he’d feared he was about to strike her. So he’d turned sharply on his heel and headed for the door.

“Wait, Makah’Alay! Don’t forget to take your meager p-p-p-pride with you!”

That had been the taunt that sent him over the edge. The one that gutted the hardest.

Intent on proving her and everyone else wrong, on proving to himself that he wasn’t the piece of shit everyone thought him to be, he’d left her and gone straight to the Grizzly Spirit to make his bargain.

That had been the last time he’d seen her, and those her last words to him. Once he realized she’d only been using him to free Grizzly, he’d vowed to himself that no matter what, he’d never again love any woman. That he would never, ever open himself up to that kind of pain and humiliation.

It just wasn’t worth it.

And he wasn’t so weak that he needed validation from another. He lived his life for himself and he preferred it that way. He didn’t need anyone else in his world.

“We need to get you something for your pain and wounds.”

Kateri’s voice dragged him back to the present and to the fact that she was still holding on to him.

For a second, he thought she was talking about his memories, until he again felt the physical pain of his fight. Releasing her, he took a step back, brushing his hand over the worst of the wounds in his side. “There’s nothing to be done for them.”

“What do you mean?”

“I told you, Kateri. I’m immortal. They’ll heal on their own.”

“Don’t they hurt?”

Of course they did. While he’d beat the crap out of the demon, the demon wasn’t inexperienced. Little bastard had kicked the shit out of him.

But she was being kind, so he kept his sarcasm to himself and nodded.

“Then we can—”

“Nothing will take the pain away, Kateri. Dark-Hunter powers don’t work that way.”

She frowned in confusion. “Dark-who? What?”

He rubbed his clean hand over his face as he remembered that she wouldn’t have a clue about his brethren, even though Talon had once been a member of their elite brotherhood.

Although technically, Ren wasn’t really one and never had been. He predated the first official Dark-Hunters by a couple thousand years. And because of that, he was the only one considered a Dark-Hunter that Acheron, their leader, hadn’t trained. In fact, Acheron hadn’t even known Ren existed until Cabeza had crossed over four thousand years ago, and the Atlantean had gone to train him for his Dark-Hunter duties in the Yucatan.

Acheron had been as shocked by Ren’s existence as Ren had been by his.

Unlike the other Dark-Hunters, Artemis had resurrected Ren only because of her promise to his mother that she wouldn’t let him die as a child—she’d sworn a sacred vow on the River Styx that she would watch over him.

To breach that oath would have cost her her own life.

Since Artemis was immortal and rather self-absorbed, she didn’t have the best grasp on what differentiated a human child from an adult. So she’d returned him to life out of fear that if she didn’t, she’d die, too.

And because of the dark powers she had to use to restore his life, it had “gifted” him with fangs and an inability to walk in daylight. Artemis told the other Dark-Hunters she’d created that those were a result of what they were pledged to hunt.

But once he’d been brought back, Ren had slowly learned the truth of his own birth and of the secrets of his mother’s Greek pantheon.

The power to bring the dead back to life was one Artemis had stolen from Apollymi’s son. As such, Artemis couldn’t control it entirely. But it didn’t matter to him. He’d been too grateful to come back and try to rectify his own stupidity that he wasn’t about to complain about hers.

Right now, he didn’t want to go into any of that with Kateri. Nor did he want anyone else to know how different he was from the others. The Dark-Hunters accepted him as one of their own, and since none of them knew his true age, they didn’t question his Dark-Hunter designation.

They assumed he was a lot younger than he was and he didn’t bother to correct them. Only Acheron knew the truth about him and only he knew the truth about who and what Acheron really was. A fact he kept from Acheron. Having lived his own crappy life, he wasn’t about to dredge up Acheron’s past that made Ren’s look like a walk through Disney World. Since both of them wanted their pasts forgotten, Ren was more than happy to oblige their Atlantean leader.

So he gave Kateri the simplest explanation. “Dark-Hunters are immortal warriors who protect humanity from the preternatural beings who prey on them.”

Kateri frowned. This was one of the moments when a sane, rational person would throw down the bull
caca
flag on the field. But …

Sanity had waved bye-bye to her several hours ago. At this point, she was ready to go with space aliens, flying fat Elvi, and anything else someone wanted her to believe in.

Even Santa and the Tooth Fairy.

Heck, why not throw the Easter Bunny in for good measure.

And assuming that the Dark-Hunters were as real as all the other … things she’d met since she got up this morning, she had a few questions. “So how does someone get to be a Dark-Hunter? Are you born to do it?”

“No. They’re usually someone who dies during a brutal betrayal of some kind. One so violent and harsh that their soul screams loud enough to carry to Artemis’s temple on Olympus. When she hears it, she goes to make them a bargain. For a single Act of Vengeance against the person who hurt them, they give her their soul and spend the rest of eternity hunting down Daimons for her.”

“Daimon as in demon?”

He laughed bitterly. “Another very long, complicated story. Suffice it to say, they’re soul-sucking vampires who serve the Atlantean goddess Apollymi. Since they collect souls and souls cannot live inside a body not their own, a Dark-Hunter is charged with killing the Daimon before the soul dies so that it can return to where it needs to be.”

A shiver went down her spine at the thought of losing her soul. “You sold your soul to Artemis?”

“Trust me, it wasn’t much of one, and it was no great loss. I really haven’t missed it at all.” There was a note of bitterness in his voice as he spoke.

But that got her to thinking.… “Then they’re not worth anything?”

“Not as long as you’re alive. But if you die without one, it makes your concept of hell look like a picnic.”

Oh, okay, that didn’t sound so pleasant.… “But if you’re immortal, you can’t die, right?”

“Easily. There are certain things no one survives.”

This she had to hear. “Such as?”

“Beheading. Total dismemberment. Heart removal. Basically anything that utterly destroys a body, such as fire, and of course my personal fave—letting sunlight touch you. We tend to spontaneously combust into flames whenever that happens.”

“Why?”

“You want the lie or the truth?”

Kateri wondered what made him ask such a question. Who would want a lie if they could have the truth? But her curiosity did get the better of her. “Oh, what the heck, let’s live a little and hear both, shall we?”

One corner of his mouth twitched as if he started to smile, then caught himself. “Artemis tells everyone that it’s because of her brother, Apollo, god of the sun. It’s his curse that keeps the Dark-Hunters from daylight. But it stems from Apollymi. Since the Daimons can’t go out in sunlight, she made it so that the Dark-Hunters who pursue them can’t attack them unfairly. If the Daimons can’t walk daylight, the Dark-Hunters can’t walk daylight.”

Made sense, but it stunk for the ones caught in the middle. “It sounds like Apollymi and the Greeks are still at war.”

He inclined his head to her. “They are. The gods are worse than the Hatfields and McCoys when it comes to grudge matches. They don’t know the meaning of the words ‘Halt. Enough.’”

“And I still don’t see how any of this ties in to me.”

Ren paused at the opening of a cave. He pulled the knife from his boot. “Can you handle a knife?”

“I’m a better archer, but I think I understand the basic concept of stabbing someone.”

His eyebrow shot up at that. “You can shoot a bow?”

Could she shoot a bow? Really? His astonished tone and expression seriously offended her. “Honey, I was on the 2008 Olympic archery team in Beijing. I didn’t take home the gold, but I was ranked number four in the world. Compound, crossbow, or traditional … whatever propels an arrow. If I can nock it, I can shoot it accurately. Never go to rubber-band war with me. You
will
be sorry.”

This time he did smile, and it was devastating enough to make her forget all about feeling offended. Damn, he was gorgeous when he did that.…

It lit his face and made him appear boyish and sweet.

Then a panicked look darkened his eyes as if he realized what he was doing and it instantly embarrassed him. Clearing his throat, he returned the knife to his boot. A bright light flashed an instant before a recurve bow appeared in his hands with a quiver of arrows, armguard, and shooting glove.

He handed them over to her. “Would you prefer a compound bow?”

“No way. Recurve’s my baby. Not as forgiving, true, but I don’t need forgiveness. I’m Sagittarius, Sagittarius rising. My grandmother always swore I was born with a bow in my hands.”

That seemed to please him. “All right then. I’ll be right back.” He paused to look at her. “On demons, aim for their eyes. Anything else will just piss them off.”

She flashed him a grin as she strapped her glove on. “Good to know. Thanks for the heads up.”

Ren hesitated as he watched her put the armguard on and then nock an arrow and test her line of sight. She shot the same way he did—one over, two under. Her flawless form was a thing of beauty. While he’d seen plenty of women archers over the centuries, he’d never seen one who was truly united with her bow the way Kateri was.

Like the Guardian …

Yeah, that bastard had shot so fast and so furiously that his arrows had blotted out the sky. While the Guardian wasn’t the most accurate, he was one of the fastest on the draw that Ren had ever faced. The first time they’d fought, Ren had taken three arrows in his right thigh. But for Buffalo drawing his fire away from Ren, Ren wouldn’t have survived it.

Never underestimate an enemy.

Pushing those memories away, he went to explore the cave. His current wounds were taking their toll and he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to function. Every heartbeat was threatening to send him to the ground.

Luckily, the cave was empty and appeared to be relatively clean. Thank goodness something was starting to go in his favor.

He headed back to the opening to find Kateri sitting on a rock as she scanned the woods around her like a true hunter. The sallow moonlight highlighted her silhouette, showing him the perfect angles of her face. She’d pulled her hair back into a tight bun that exposed her neck and reminded him of how good she’d smelled when she held him.

His throat went dry as his hormones roared to life in spite of the pain he was in. What was it about her that made him crave her so? That made him ache to be near her when he knew he shouldn’t?

Proximity. Yeah, he’d blame it on that. That was safe and easy. Anything more bordered on terrifying.

He was just horny. He’d be like this with
any
woman.

And yet he knew better. He’d been around enough women over the centuries to know they didn’t do this to him. Ever.

Not even Windseer had made him ache to hear his name on her lips.…

“Kateri?”

She jerked her head in his direction.

“C’mon, I found us a place to hole up for a bit.”

She slid off her makeshift seat in a way that reminded him of an exuberant child, and made her way over to him. A slight smile hovered at the edges of her lips—one that made her eyes sparkle. An urge to kiss her grabbed him by the throat and it was all he could do not to give in to it.

“You wouldn’t happen to be able to think us up a cheeseburger, would you?”

Her question amused him. “Hungry?”

“Very. Who knew running for your life would give you such an appetite? I think I could actually eat a bear right now.”

He really didn’t want to be charmed by her, but it was impossible to resist. She spoke to him like she’d known him for years. Like they were old friends.

In the midst of all this crap that had hit them in the last few hours, she’d been brave and reasonable. Calm. Things he could definitely appreciate and respect.