“You’re killing these women because you’re bored?”< />?e satisfacp>
He sighed. “Huntress, that is not what I said. I kill the women because that is my calling. I taunt the Directorate because it is fun.”
He was definitely a fruitcake. He had to be, because taunting the Directorate was stupid and dangerous.
“So where do I come into the picture?” I knew where well enough. I’d defied him on the fields, threatened him, marked him. For someone who obviously considered himself beyond the Directorate’s reach, that had to be galling.
“You intrigued me, huntress. You, and the one who guards you both. I have not come across your likes before.”
A chill ran through me. How the hell could he know about Azriel? “I’m not sure what you mean—”
He tsked. “Come, huntress, let’s not play this particular game.”
I swallowed heavily. If he knew about Azriel, then he probably also knew how to stop him. My reaper might not be of this place, but he could be blocked and killed here. That might be in this madman’s plan. After all, what bigger buzz could there be for someone as sick as Taylor than killing a celestial guide?
God, this situation was getting worse and worse.
“How do you know about him? Few can see him.”
“He did do a good job of concealing himself, but the astral plane is my world, not his, and there are few there who can hide themselves from me.”
Markel. He was talking about Markel, not Azriel. Thank god.
“What does it matter who I have following me around? This is between you and me.”
“Oh, the end battle will be, for sure, but that does not dampen my wish to see just what your guardian can do.”
Markel couldn’t do half of what Azriel could, but that didn’t make him any less dangerous. Not that Markel would actually be getting involved—not unless it was absolutely necessary. Especially when Azriel could project any human form he desired.
“So,” I said in a flat voice, “you wish to challenge us. How do you plan to do that this time?”
“Oh, the game hasn’t changed; the stakes are just a little higher.”
The stakes being Rhoan’s life. I closed my eyes again and tried to control the rush of panic. I could do this. I had to do this.
“Just tell me what you want me to do.”
“This time it is easy. I give you an address; you and your guardian go to it.”
“And?” I asked, when he didn’t go on.
“Inside, you will find Rhoan Jenson. You will lie down beside him and take astral form. From that point on, you and I will begin a battle from which only one will return.”
It was too simple, too easy. For a man who claimed to love his games, there had to be mor/em.”
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“I’m shocked that you don’t trust me, huntress.”
I very much doubted it. “If that’s all you want me to do, why do you want my guardian along?”
“Well, there are one or two things I forgot to mention.” His voice was still jovial, but this time it held a darker edge that had horror crawling down my spine. “The first being the fact that your uncle has been injected with hemlock. So far, it has done little more than rob him of speech and movement. However, the suppression of movement will soon spread to his respiratory function, and death will result.”
Oh fuck, oh fuck. I gulped down air and tried to keep calm. But my heart was racing and there was sweat dribbling down my spine and all I wanted to do was run into the bathroom and throw up. Only sheer force of will—and fear of what might happen to Rhoan—kept me on the spot and on the phone. “That still doesn’t tell me why you want my guardian there.”
“Your guardian is there because you have a choice to make. He can keep your body safe, or he can save Rhoan Jenson. He will not be able to do both.”
“Why not?”
“Because if you wish your uncle to live, he has to be taken to hospital. But doing so will leave your physical form unprotected.”
Trepidation crawled across my skin, but I had no intention of worrying about what he’d planned in the event I was left unprotected. I wouldn’t be, as simple as that, even if it meant calling in not only Markel but the whole damn Directorate.
“And do not think to call in aid from the Directorate,” Taylor said, seemingly reading my thoughts. “Because the place you walk into has been wired with explosives. The minute my people see anything out of the ordinary, they will detonate. And that, dear huntress, would be an inglorious end for one such as you.”
And it sure as hell wasn’t the way I wanted to go, either. I shivered, feeling colder and more helpless than I ever had before.
He does not know about me, Azriel said, his words warm and comforting as they whispered into my mind, and he will not know I am there unless someone attempts to harm you.
But it means we have no choice but to involve Markel.
I do not think he will mind.
Maybe not, but his boss might. Hunter had put him on watch duty, and she was the sort to expect exact compliance with her orders.
But she does not want you harmed, unless she is the one doing the harming. She will allow this.
I guess. But it meant Markel was yet another person being drawn into the web slowly closing around me. And while he might be an elite killer for the high council, that didn’t mean I wanted his death on my conscience any more than I wanted Rhoan’s on ithoasiz.
“That isn’t really much of a test for my guardian, Taylor. It’s a choice for me, not him.”
“True. But you will not choose death, huntress, and we both know it. Therefore, your guardian will remain and he will be tested.”
And things would attack. Undoubtedly nasty things. While I had no doubt Azriel would cope, that didn’t make me feel any better. I rubbed my forehead wearily, then said, “How do I know you won’t explode the place when I win?”
“You don’t,” he said. “That’s all part of the game.”
Some fucking game. “What address do I have to go to?”
“Ah, so eager to begin. The address will be sent to you, huntress. And do not bother to trace the phone, because it will not be anywhere near my person by the time you find it.”
“Fine. See you shortly, then.”
“I look forward to it.”
He hung up. I did the same, then threw the phone at the nearest wall. It hit with a satisfying thud, then clattered to the floor. It didn’t make me feel any better.
“That,” Azriel said calmly, “probably wasn’t wise given that you need the phone to receive the address.”
“I know. But I doubt I did any real damage—the cover is thick enough to protect it.”
As if to prove my point, the damn phone rang. This time I didn’t recognize the tone, so it wasn’t a call from anyone in my contacts list.
I climbed to my feet and walked over to retrieve the stupid thing. “Risa Jones.”
“Risa, it’s Jack from the Directorate,” he said, voice brusque. “I’m afraid there’s been a—”
“I know,” I interrupted. “I just got a call from our favorite psycho.”
“Rhoan’s still alive?”
“For now. I’m just waiting for his location to be sent to me.”
“Good.” There was relief in his gravelly tones. “We need to get you here—”
“No,” I interrupted again. “He wants a showdown on the astral plane—just him and me. And if you or anyone else gets involved, he’s going to blow our bodies to kingdom come.”
“He won’t even fucking see us coming, let alone get the chance to blow you both up.”
“Bright is an IT specialist. They’ll be watching from a distance, and they’ll detonate the same way.”
Jack was silent for a moment, then said, “Fine. We’ll play it his way, at least for the moment. The minute you get a location, you contact me. We’ll start scanning the area for rogue frequencies and start blocking. Once we have the place locked down, we can storm his location and kill the bastard.” He paused. “You’ll be all right until then, won’t you?”