Dark Desire After Dark

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As Cadeon loped forward into the thick fog, she ran behind him, flinching at the thunk sound the arrows kept making as they hit him. Again and again, he pulled them free of his body, casting them away to clatter on the wood.

With each second, he was turning more demonic, those corded muscles growing larger. Though he was injured, he was still using his body to shield hers, just as he'd done that first night.

Not merely for money. But because he believed she was his.

He motioned for her to break away and dash for the car. She would get it started, but there was no way she could ever leave him behind—

With an unholy roar, Cadeon charged the archers. Just as he was about to lunge over their boulder cover, Holly heard a female cry, "Cade?"

He skidded to a stop, and a woman popped up, demanding, "What exactly are you doing with the Vessel?"

Cadeon knew this female, too? She had long, flowing brown hair, pointed ears, and a trim, perfect figure. She was ethereal, her face luminous.

And they knew each other. Again, a preternaturally lovely woman was linked to Cadeon in some way. Nïx, Imatra—wait, not Imatra…

What is it with him and gorgeous women?

He snapped, "What the hell were you shooting me for? After what we went through, I'd expect different, fey!"

"I didn't see it was you!"

They'd gone through something together. How special.

Cade glowered at Tera, who raised her chin unrepentantly.

"Who is she?" Holly asked from behind them.

Never taking his eyes from Tera—her bow was still drawn with a nocked arrow—Cade said, "Tera of the noble Fey. In the last Talisman's Hie, I saved her life at least a dozen times."

Tera raised her brows. "I believe I had your back as well, demon."

"You competed in the Talisman's Hie?" Holly said, sounding admiring, which meant his shoulders decided to go back of their own accord.

And clever Tera noticed.

"How've you come to be here?" he grated, frowning when a wave of dizziness hit him. He shook it off.

Tera answered, "I'll feel more comfortable speaking about that when we know what you plan to do with her—"

"Switch to Demonish," he interrupted in that tongue.

Tera knew all languages, and answered him in the same. "You're taking the Vessel to an evil sorcerer, Cade. Factions are going to take notice."

He narrowed his eyes. "Will you kill me to take her?"

"What is she to you?"

"She's…mine."

Tera's eyes briefly widened. "I told you to give up on the witch! Didn't I tell you?"

"Yeah, yeah," he said, wondering why his tongue felt thick in his mouth.

Tera cast a studying glance at Holly. "Hmm. I sense she's a much better fit for you anyway. Well, you must have a plan up your sleeve—it would be impossible for you to relinquish her."

So it would seem. Why did all these chits keep thinking that he'd be unable to turn Holly over? Nïx, Imatra, and now Tera.

Because they didn't know how far his back was against the wall.

Instead of answering her question, he said, simply, "I've waited nine hundred years for her, Tera."

"I remember," she said. "And am happy your wait is over. Is it possible your female could already be carrying your babe?"

Those words made his body go still, even as his heart began to thunder. His female carrying his babe. "She could be," he lied.

Tera visibly relaxed, motioning the four bowmen behind her to stand down. "Then the warrior will be for good."

He couldn't help but ask, "You really believe that?"

"You've done some…questionable things, and you can be menacing and violent. But you're not evil. So what's your plan for Groot?"

"I can't divulge it. Not when it could put my female in jeopardy."

"Very well," the fey said. "Do you need our aid?"

"Yeah, get the word out to the good guys that Holly's not fair game."

"I will, gladly."

"And you can tell me how you knew to come here."

"We had an informant at Imatra's bar," she said.

"Could others have gotten the information you had?"

"Probably. Our contact wasn't fey. His loyalty was to currency."

Cade ran his hand over his forehead, frowning to find it dripping with sweat. "I've got to get Holly out of here." He would return alone at midnight tomorrow. Switching to English, he said, "Come on, halfling. We're leaving!"

Guardedly, she made her way toward them.

To both Holly and Cade, Tera said, "Then we part ways here, hopefully with peace still between us."

Cade shrugged. "What's a few arrow wounds among friends, yeah?"

With a wince, she said, "About those arrows, Cade. They were dipped in poison—"

"Poison!" Cade bellowed. "Ah, come on, Tera!"

Holly gave a cry behind him. "What poison? You're poisoned?"

Cade turned to her. "No, I'll be fine. It'll just hurt like—"

From out of nowhere, fire hurtled down at him with the force of a rocket. Flames engulfed him as the impact sent him flying.

Just as Holly screamed, "Cadeon!" one of the archers yelled, "Fire demons on the cliffs!"

The blast that hit Cadeon looked like a cannonball shot from a flamethrower. His burning body slammed into a ridge, crushing solid rock before falling to the ground still ablaze.

At once, she sprinted for him, yanking off her coat.

"Bows up—shoot to kill!" Tera ordered, her delicate voice now booming as her own bow joined the salvo.

As Holly ran, she chanced a glance at the cliff above the bridge. Through the wispy mist, she saw four demons. Liquid fire danced in their palms.

When she reached Cadeon, Holly spread her coat over him, shoving the material against the flames. Once she'd put them out and drew her coat back, she stared in shock at the damage to his upper body.

His hands were…gone, melted to stumps from where he'd tried to ward off the flames. On the right side of his head, his face and hair were burned completely away. That eye was missing, and she thought she could see bone.

Tera yelled to her, "Get out of here!" A stream of arrows flew at the demons, the fey launching them with supernatural speed. "We'll stall them!"

Holly nodded, even as she had no idea how she'd get Cadeon to the car. She stooped down to drape his damaged arm over her shoulders as she'd seen people do on TV, then heaved upward.

What the…? She'd easily lifted him to his feet.

Cadeon grated something that sounded like "Can't touch me."

"What?"

"Poison—"

"We'll talk about this later!" She'd heard what Tera had said and was aware that they faced a subset of problems—but she really couldn't think about that right now!

At the car, she slung him into the passenger seat, then stuffed his long legs in, trying not to freak out about all the damage he'd sustained.

As she yanked open her own door, she spied the fey's truck just around the bend, parked sideways, blocking the road between rock faces.

Holly swung her head in the other direction. A flimsy roadblock, a questionable bridge, and a demon-filled ridge awaited.

Reasoning trail? This car can fly. Bust through the roadblock, gain more speed on the bridge, then jet right under the demons….

If the bridge held. Hadn't Cadeon said this car was heavy as a tank?

Don't hesitate…follow instinct. Inside the car, she pushed the start button. Need momentum to hit the roadblock. Oh, God, oh, God… She shifted into reverse, then floored the gas.

"I'm going to get you out of here, Cadeon. We're going to lose them."

Another blast landed just behind them. The demons were on the run from the feys' arrows, but still firing from their vantage. She slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop inches from the new column of flames.

Cadeon flew forward, cracking his forehead on the metal dash—but this actually seemed to rouse him. "Fuck! What're you doing?" he yelled.

"Trying to get us out of here!" Holly shifted into first gear, then stomped the gas again. The tires peeled as the car surged ahead. Never looking away from the road, she said, "Hold on!"

"Watch the roadblock—"

The front bumper crashed into it, torpedoing the wood. Pieces of lumber bashed the windshield like baseball bats. A split second later, the car ramped down onto the deck of the bridge, the entire structure wobbling dangerously beneath and around them.

Another demon blast struck the bridge's roof. Streams of fire sieved through the gaps, or oozed from the roof, dropping in her path…She steadied the wheel, righting the car. Almost out, almost to the gauntlet below the demons. I can do this!

The car stalled.

As she gaped in disbelief, they crawled to a stop in the middle of the bridge, a mere hundred feet from where she'd initially started.

"No, no, no!" She hastily shifted to neutral, pushing the start button again. Nothing.

"Battery's out…" Cadeon rasped. "No juice."

"Why?" she cried.

"Don't know. Run, Holly! Get to the forest…follow the river back."

"I'm not leaving you."

He squinted at her with his remaining eye. "Why not?"

"Because…because I'm just not! So tell me how to get this thing started—"

Another explosion above them. Fire had eaten through most of the wooden roof, leaving the skeleton of rusted trusses. A glance at the churning river below, and she knew their next move. Her stomach roiled along with the water. "Cadeon, our only chance is the river…"

She trailed off as writing began to appear in the fogged glass on her side window. One of the ghosts was communicating with her! Holly swallowed, whispering, "Cadeon, are you seeing this."

"Still have…one eye."

"Numbers? It looks like latitude and longitude." They had to be the directions to the next checkpoint! She quickly memorized them, then asked Cadeon, "You ready to swim?"

"We'd never make it down," he rasped with a jerk of his chin toward the end of the bridge. A demon had appeared. He raised his flaming hand, about to shoot at them dead on.

Her gaze flew up to the rearview mirror. A second blocked the other end.

Now there was no way to escape, nowhere to run…

Suddenly the demon's neck snapped to the side, his head at a right angle to his body; he dropped to his knees, then fell face down, the flame in his hand snuffed.

The one behind them suffered the same fate. The ghosts!

"Thanks for that!" Holly said to the unseen entities, then tried the start button once more.

Nothing.

Timber began to whine beneath the car, unable to bear the weight. One board snapped, then another. The burning structure shuddered and pitched all around them.

More writing on the window, quick and shaky. EXORCIST. Free us.

"Oh, God, of course," Holly said, nodding frantically. "Yes, I'll bring one back here as soon as I can!" she vowed.

At once the engine purred to life. Her eyes widened. In gear. "Hold on, Cadeon!" Floor the gas.

They didn't move an inch.

She shot a glance to her side-view mirror. The back tire was spinning at the edge of an iron underpinning. In the other side-view mirror, she saw the back wheel was spinning furiously—on nothing.

"More gas," he grated.

"You said this has all-wheel drive!" She flattened the accelerator. Smoke billowed from the front peeling tires.

"That's why we're…not in the drink yet."

Traction caught; they were thrown back against their seats as the car lurched forward over booming, cracking supports.

A wall of flames appeared at the exit.

"Oh, God, oh, God," she muttered, clenching the wheel.

"Do it."

"Cadeon, if you're the praying type," she murmured, "now would be a choice time."