Текст книги "The darkest seduction"
Автор книги: Gena Showalter
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“That’s good, because that’s how much I love you.”
He planted a quick kiss on her mouth. Anything more, and he’d be all over her before he had all the information he needed. “So where are we right now?”
A wicked glint in her eyes as she said, “Back in the Realm of Blood and Shadows. All the Lords but Kane are here. Amun and Haidee found him, fought for him, but then they lost him again somehow. But don’t worry, I’m on the case now. I’ll find him once and for all. And I’m, uh, kind of a big deal.”
He grinned.
“Now, on to the next topic. I want to show you something,” she said. Rolling to her side but remaining within his embrace, she swirled her hand in the air above them. Shimmers of light, a thickening of the particles, and then colors bloomed around a mist.
He saw Baden. Red hair, muscled body.
Joy and grief bloomed inside him.
He saw Pandora. Black hair, leanly honed body.
Guilt and shame.
He saw Cronus. Brown hair, muscled body.
Smugness.
He saw Rhea. Black hair, slender body.
Vindication.
Their mouths were moving, but he couldn’t hear them. They stood between thick, white pillars in a temple.
“I’m dead,” Sienna said, “but I live. So I can do what even Cronus could not when he had the throne. I can travel there. I can talk to them. And I think I can even get your Baden back.”
Tears suddenly burned his eyes. A puss once again, but whatever. This was a dream come true, all of it. “I would love that. Thank you.”
Her eyes misted, and she cleared her throat. “Okay, so do you want the good news or the bad news next?”
There was more? His chest constricted. “Bad. Give me the bad, no matter what it is.”
“With Cronus dead, his enemies are now mine. I’m not exactly sure who they are, so I’m not exactly sure who to trust. Also, the Unspoken Ones are free, and I have to protect Galen from them.”
He breathed out a gust of relief. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but that wasn’t it. “We’ll deal with the enemies as they come. As for Galen, we’ll discuss it.”
She planted another kiss on his neck. “Great, because that’s the perfect transition into the good news.”
He would never grow tired of her caress and angled his head so that she’d kiss him again. “What?”
“Well, this is a two-parter. First, the Hunters have been all but obliterated. Second, Galen gave me the Cloak of Invisibility.”
“Wait, wait, wait. Back up. What?”
“You are currently enemy-free.”
“I don’t…” Have any words, he realized. He experienced shock, then excitement, then disbelief, then shock again. He’d been fighting the Hunters for so long. Thousandsof years. To suddenly find out he would never have to battle another? Almost too much to take in.
When he found his voice, he managed to croak, “Why would Galen give you his only artifact?”
“Well, when Cronus and Rhea died, the Unspoken Ones were freed, as I told you. They are now after him. He gave me the Cloak and in return, I offered him my protection. He hated doing it, and I whittled him down to only two years.”
“You should have saved yourself the hassle. One, everyone here wants him dead no matter what, and two, with the Hunters out of the picture, we’re good without the Cloak. We won’t need to use it to sneak into enemy territory.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, chin going in the air.
“Sorry, sorry. I’m grateful, I swear. That came out wrong. I just hate the fact that you were around him, and now you have to protect him.” Which meant Parishad to protect him, too.
She softened. “You still need the Cloak. You can’t be sure no one else will rise up against you, and it’s better for you to have every weapon at your disposal, rather than someone else’s.”
“Such a smart girl.”
Our girl.
Definitely.
“Besides, we can now search for the box,” she said, beaming.
All four artifacts, he mused, awed by this woman of his. She was right. They needed the artifacts, not only to keep them out of enemy hands but to find Pandora’s box and destroy it before anyone could use it against them. The goal they had been working toward so single-mindedly and for so long was nearer than ever to being met. “Let’s not go searching for the box just yet,” he said, tugging at her clothing.
“Such a smart boy.” She met his waiting mouth with her own, licking and kissing and sucking on him. “We’ll search later. Much later.”
Yes! I’m on board!
IN A CORNER OF SIENNA’S MIND, a man’s thoughts bubbled up. What’s up with this crap? Here comes another apology I have to make.
Strider’s voice, she realized. He was walking toward their bedroom, even then.
I tried to talk Paris into booting his girl, just like I tried to talk Amun into booting his, and both of them suffered for it. Not to mention how their women must have felt. So that’s it for me. I’m done. No more getting involved with my boys and their women. But then, the only single ones left are Kane and Torin, but Torin is a recluse so he doesn’t count. And if ever Cameo brings home a guy, well, all bets are off. Guy will have to prove himself worthy, no matter what. And damn, I’m almost there. Kaia better thank me properly for this, since she’s the one who insisted I do it. I hate apologizing, and Paris is the vengeful type. He’ll make me get on my knees and beg, I know it. This is gonna be embarrassing. And painful!
Knock. Knock.
“Go away,” Paris shouted, hands clenching on Sienna’s ass.
“I need to talk to you, man,” Strider replied, voice muffled through the doorway. “Also to Her Highness, who I assume is in there with you. I don’t really have to call her Your Highness, do I?”
“Yes, you do. But talk later.”
“Now. So, uh, yeah. I’m sorry. See ya.” Yep, hurt just as bad as I thought it would,Strider thought.
His footsteps faded away.
“What was that about?” Paris asked.
Sienna’s own thoughts filled her head. I will not laugh.“Me. He was saying sorry for the way he messed with you about me. Apologizing to both of us, actually.”
“I love you, baby,” Paris said.
Her lips stretched into another grin. “I love you, too.”
When they were both naked, he sank inside her. He was home, finally home. And he was at peace. His woman was with him, and she wasn’t leaving him. They were going to be together.
Whatever else came, whatever else happened, they would be together, just as he’d wanted since the beginning.
EPILOGUE
ONCE AGAIN ZACHAREL found himself high in the heavens, Lysander beside him, the pair of them peering down at a very content Paris and Sienna.
I gained her cooperation,” he said, “but not the way you wished. Paris will be joining her here.”
“This is not the travesty I had feared it would be,” Lysander replied. “When dealing with people and their emotions, allowances must always be made. I sometimes forget.”
Emotions. A waste of energy in Zacharel’s estimation. You lived, you warred and one day you died. Anything else was unnecessary.
Lysander continued, “I am surprised they complement each other so well, even more surprised they actually aid each other both emotionally and physically. I never would have guessed.”
Nor he. Paris should have dragged Sienna down. She should not have had the determination and strength to pull him up. “What happens now?”
“Now, I will begin Sienna’s training, and take responsibility for Paris. And you, in turn, will heed the Deity’s newest order.”
“Very well.” The Deity’s newest order—or rather, sentence—had come only this morning. Zacharel had been summoned to the Deity’s temple, where a second punishment for his prior sins had been heaped upon his head, as if the eternal snowfall wasn’t enough. “You must admit you have the easier task.”
“True. I do not envy you, my friend.”
Zacharel was to lead his own army of warriors. Warriors just like himself, only far worse. Men who had defied the rules one too many times. Men who would—supposedly—teach him the value of following heavenly laws.
They were like no other angels he’d ever dealt with. Some took lovers. Some cussed and drank. Some were tattooed and pierced, and as dark in spirit as many humans.
If he trained them well, the Deity had proclaimed, the snow would cease to fall from his wings, and he would be allowed to remain in the heavens himself. If he failed, if they failed, they would all fall together, forever banned from the only home they’d ever known.
Whatever it took, Zacharel mustremain in the heavens. His greatest treasure was here, and he would rather die than be parted from it. He did not consider his attachment emotional, but rather, essential to his survival.
You might not survive even if you remain up here,he thought, rubbing the dark spot growing on his chest.
“If ever you need me,” Lysander said, pulling him from his musings, “you have only to call.”
“Thank you. I feel the same. If ever you need me…” I might not be around to help.At that moment, the Deity’s parting words echoed in his mind. Your life will soon change in ways you cannot even imagine. I hope you are prepared.
Was he? He and his men would find out together, he supposed.
* * * * *
The adventure is only beginning
for Zacharel and his army of heavenly bad boys.
Don’t miss WICKED NIGHTS,
the first book in Gena Showalter’s scorching new
ANGELS OF THE DARK series,
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Lords of the Underworld
Glossary of Characters and Terms
Aeron Former keeper of Wrath
All-Seeing Eye Godly artifact with the power to see into heaven and hell
Amun Keeper of Secrets
Anya (Minor) goddess of Anarchy; beloved of Lucien
Arca Messenger goddess
Ashlyn Darrow Human female with supernatural ability; wife of Maddox
Baden Former keeper of Distrust (deceased)
Bait Human females, Hunters’ accomplices
Bianka Skyhawk Harpy; sister of Gwen and consort of Lysander
Black A Horseman of the Apocalypse
Cage of Compulsion Godly artifact with the power to enslave anyone trapped inside
Cameo Keeper of Misery
Cameron Keeper of Obsession
Cloak of Invisibility Godly artifact with the power to shield its wearer from prying eyes
Cronus King of the Titans, keeper of Greed
Danika Ford Human female; girlfriend of Reyes
Dean Stefano Hunter; Right-hand man of Galen
dimOuniak Pandora’s box
Ever Daughter of Maddox and Ashlyn
Fox Current keeper of Distrust; servant of Galen
Galen Keeper of Hope and Jealousy
Gideon Keeper of Lies
Gilly Human female
Greeks Former rulers of Olympus, now imprisoned in Tartarus
Green A Horseman of the Apocalypse
Gwen Skyhawk Harpy, daughter of Galen and wife of Sabin
Hades Father of Lucifer and William
Haidee former Hunter; beloved of Amun
Hunters Mortal enemies of the Lords of the Underworld
Kaia Skyhawk Harpy; sister of Gwen and Bianka; wife of Strider
Kane Keeper of Disaster
Legion Demon minion in a human body, friend of the Lords of the Underworld
Lords of the Underworld Exiled warriors to the Greek gods who now house demons inside them
Lucien Keeper of Death; leader of the Budapest warriors
Lucifer Prince of darkness; ruler of hell
Lysander Elite warrior angel and consort of Bianka Skyhawk
Maddox Keeper of Violence
Olivia An angel; beloved of Aeron
One, True Deity Ruler of the angels
Pandora Immortal warrior, once guardian of dimOuniak (deceased)
Paring Rod Godly artifact with ability to render soul from body
Paris Keeper of Promiscuity, also known as the Lord of Sex
Princess Fluffikans vampire Tasmanian devil; pet of Viola
Púkinn aka Irish; keeper of Indifference
Realm of Blood and Shadows A sinister, hidden section of Titania
Red A Horseman of the Apocalypse
Reyes Keeper of Pain
Rhea Queen of the Titans; estranged wife of Cronus; keeper of Strife
Sabin Keeper of Doubt; leader of the Greek warriors
Scarlet Keeper of Nightmares, wife of Gideon
Screeching Immortal equivalent of tweeting
Sienna Blackstone Deceased female Hunter; current keeper of Wrath
Skye Sister of Sienna
Strider Keeper of Defeat
Tartarus Greek god of Confinement; also the immortal prison on Mount Olympus
Titania The city of the gods; formerly known as Olympus
Titans Current rulers of the heavens
Torin Keeper of Disease
Unspoken Ones Reviled gods; prisoners of Cronus
Urban Son of Maddox and Ashlyn; twin of Ever
Viola Minor goddess of the Afterlife; keeper of Narcissism
Warrior Angels Heavenly demon assassins
West Godlywood Titania’s premier hotel
White A Horse(wo)man of the Apocalypse
William the Ever Randy Immortal warrior
Winter Keeper of Selfishness
Zacharel A warrior angel
Zeus King of the Greeks
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