“Agreed.”
Steph told her where to find Daniels in Schaumberg.
“Thanks,” Tara said as she started walking toward the door. Before leaving the bar, she glanced over her shoulder and said, “Just so you know, if you still feel this rebellious when the bigger orders start coming . . . you might want to pick out your favorite wall because I’ll do the nailing myself.”
Chapter Nineteen
Las Vegas, Nevada
Morning
They weren’t kept prisoner within the massive temple, but none of them had the energy to leave. The beds in their suites were contained within crooked, driftwood frames. Huge, overstuffed cushions could barely be called mattresses, but they gave Cole the best night’s sleep he’d had in a long time. Even though he and Paige shared a bed, they were too exhausted to take full advantage of it. When they woke up, however, he climbed between her legs and worked up an appetite. There hadn’t been many times for them to be alone together without passing out from exhaustion or needing to sleep off some kind of injury. Her body was warm and familiar beneath his scarred palms. She closed her eyes, leaned back and accepted him inside of her without the slightest bit of hesitation.
Over the last several months, Cole had been betrayed and rescued by her. He’d stood by her side and they fought on opposite ends of the country. Sometimes he thought he had a better chance of translating the Dryad glyphs through sheer luck than understanding what was going on inside of her head. And then there were times when he knew she felt the same way about him. The simple fact was that it would be impossible to know why she did every little thing she did. He sure as hell didn’t intend on sitting her down and explaining all of his actions to her. Now that their lives depended on it, they had to trust each other implicitly. Times like these, when he was allowed to clasp his hands in hers and pin her to the flowing surface of a luxury bed while pumping into her at whatever pace he desired were one of the many payoffs of that trust.
He returned it by allowing her to roll on top of him, straddle his hips, and do whatever she pleased for as long as they could afford. He knew she wasn’t about to hurt him, but she came close a few times. Those few, brief tastes of pain that came from her teeth or nails scraping against his skin were worth every second. After that, he and Paige shared a long hot shower and indulged in some scented soaps that were probably more expensive than all of their clothing combined.
Breakfast was served in a dining room lit only by a wall of solid glass built to either catch the sun’s rays or the electric glow of the Strip. Cole felt the former on his face as he piled sausages, eggs, French toast sticks, and a heaping portion of corned beef hash onto a large, light green platter. Before he could ask for Tabasco sauce, he found three flavors on a smaller table along with utensils. The meal was still warm in his belly when he and the others headed back into the main room of the Hub.
Nobody was surprised to find the club only slightly less busy now than when they arrived. Even if the rest of the planet crumbled, there would still be plenty of people drawn to the dancing nymphs. It had been that way for thousands of years, so why should it stop now?
Alyssa and Lexi were on hand to greet them. Both wore short dresses that showed plenty of leg without being too revealing. Even so, the nymphs attracted plenty of attention from the customers as they walked over to greet the disheveled Skinners. “Was everything all right?” Lexi asked.
“It was great,” Waggoner beamed. “Maybe I’ll stay here for another few weeks.”
Just as Cole was about to make a comment about resisting temptation, he felt a cinching pain in his gut that cut all the way down to his spinal cord. Normally, the clenching tendrils inside eased up after a few hours of sleep, but not this time. They tightened, held, and then tightened some more. “I agree,” he said in a strained voice. “We should get going.”
As before, Tristan made her entrance without a lot of fanfare. She wore a simple dress made of a filmy green material enhanced with a minimum of small jewels sewn into the fabric. Her face was timeless, beautiful and free of makeup. Her posture didn’t seem as forced as it had been the other day, and her voice was almost up to its normal clarity when she asked, “Have you changed your mind on your destination?”
Paige reached under her jacket to tighten the straps on her holster without being noticed. It would take more than a few armed customers to create a distraction powerful enough to make a difference inside the Hub, but none of the Skinners were about to take chances. “No. Why do you ask?”
“I’ve made contact with our temple in Trizs,” she replied, pronouncing the last word with a roll of the tongue that every human within earshot could feel at the nape of their neck. “There’s already trouble there.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“The Amriany must have been discovered as they were on their way to meet you. They’ve been fighting since late afternoon their time.”
Cole looked at his watch. “Is that yesterday or today?”
“It’s been about four hours,” Tristan told him with a patient smirk. “The Amriany are holding their position, but it’s rough. There’s another temple several hundred miles from there, but it’s even farther from where you need to go once you arrive. I just thought I’d warn you before sending you into a war zone. Or, you could go to the other temple.”
“This is the first time in months that we’ve been out of a war zone,” Paige said. “Might as well stick to the plan. Besides, if we’re trying to win some points with the Amriany, abandoning them to fight when they were waiting for us wouldn’t do the trick.”
“All right, then.” With that, Tristan nodded once to Alyssa, who put on a smile that lit her up like a fireworks display.
The young blond nymph’s face brightened with a beaming smile as she raised both arms in the air. No further prompting was needed before her name was spoken by a sultry voice through the loudspeakers. Unlike most clubs, this one didn’t need an overly boisterous DJ. There was only an announcement of who was next up so the fans of that particular girl could fight for a front row seat before she made it to her spot. Alyssa stepped onto a large circular stage with two poles connected by a set of uneven parallel bars. As she cast off the little jacket she’d been wearing, she was hit by a beam of light reflected in myriad directions by the sequins sewn into her light blue thong and bikini top.
“Damn,” Waggoner breathed. “Now I really don’t wanna leave.”
The lights dimmed for a second, then flared back up to the driving beats of ZZ Top’s “Legs.” Alyssa strutted perfectly to that bass line before ascending one of the poles to climb along a cross bar. From the first crackle of electric guitar, the beads hanging from the rail behind her began to glow. As the light became more and more powerful, the crowd reacted as if it was just a part of the show.
“All right,” the sultry announcer said. “Who wants to join Alyssa for a special VIP party?”
“That’s your cue,” Tristan said. “When they call the numbers, just act surprised and go on up.”
The announcer made a point of aiming the spotlight at Starr as she pranced to the booth holding a large velvet bag that was supposed to be filled with numbers corresponding to tickets that every customer was given as they’d entered the club. The booth door opened and Starr went inside.
Energized from his breakfast and all the activity that led up to it, Cole approached Tristan without feeling the weight of the gear he carried in the bags strapped over both shoulders and hanging from one hand. “You doing okay?” he asked.
The Dryad turned to face him and him alone, fixing Cole with a set of eyes that singled him out amid an entire city of distractions. “Almost.”