She frowned.“We don’t care how Corvus plans to rip the Veil. We just need to stop him. And to stop him, we need to find him. Isn’t it time to think about my trap idea?”
“With you as bait?” He shook his head. “We don’t necessarily need to find him. We just need to make sure he doesn’t find you.”
“But what about the next talya whose teshuva can do what mine does? If he finds another . . .”
“He won’t. You’re unique.”
“You can’t know that.”
He looked down at her. “I know.”
He took her hand and raised it toward his heart. She hesitated, surprised at the gesture.
Then he locked a bracelet around her wrist.
The dull metal weighed heavy. “Gee. A present.”
“No uglier than your necklace.” He shrugged at her scowl. “It’s a tracking bracelet. Niall asked me to put it on you earlier, but Zane kept you occupied. Don’t go outside or it’ll set off alarms. Every talya has orders to jump you.”
“You’re the only talya who jumps me. And I’m officially rescinding that privilege.” She thrust out her arm. “Take it off. I’m not your prisoner.”
“Don’t think of it like that.Think of it like . . .” He cocked his head. “No, go ahead and think about it like that.”
She slammed her palm down on her thigh. “What about my meeting with Bookie?”
“I decided you’re right. Tests aren’t important enough to risk your life. And baited traps definitely aren’t worth it.”
“It’s not your life,” she said between gritted teeth.
“It is now.”
She sputtered.“What sort of throwback, slave-owning arrogance—”
He took her jaw gently in his hand. “I don’t think your situation compares, do you?” When she flushed and shook her head, he released her.
She folded her manacled arm against her belly, the bracelet chilling her through her T-shirt. The lover who had warmed her from the inside out was gone, leaving only the talyan male, cold and hard. “You said you wanted me at your back. This is not much of an alliance.”
“I said if anyone, you.” His throat moved, as if he swallowed back more words. “But my first promise was to keep you alive.”
“That was before we knew the fate of the world hung in the balance.”
He stilled, except for a single spark of violet that arced across his eyes, a reminder that once his demon had counted the destruction of worlds as nothing. She held her breath until he shifted, breaking the spell. “Just until we get this under control.”
“You’re the one who believes the war will never end,” she reminded him.
“But the battles do. Ask Zane.” He opened the door and frowned at her when she didn’t move. “You’re not confined to this room. Just this house.”
“I’m going to stay here for a while.” She kept her expression utterly neutral.
His frown deepened. “Fine.” He took a half step into the hall. “The bracelet is a titanium alloy. Ferales can’t break it. The lock can’t be picked, and Niall has the only key. You asked me about the mated-talyan bond. This is the best I can do.”
She looked him hard in the eye. “Get out.”
He took another step back, and she indulged in a monstrous door slam that barely missed his nose. Never mind the talyan sleeping down the hall. They’d apparently agreed to jump her.
She didn’t hear footsteps, but the pressure eased from her chest, so she knew he’d gone.
She retreated to the bed, found it rumpled, damp, and scented of sex. With a muttered curse, she threw herself into the desk chair.
She nudged aside the curtains. The gray light of dawn wasn’t going to get any brighter, considering the weight of the clouds. The hazy light was the same color as the manacle around her wrist, though not as muted and bitter as her pendant—or Archer’s blasted heart.
Maybe she could get Bookie to come to the safe house with his tests. She could call or e-mail him, assuming Archer hadn’t cut off her communications too.
She twisted the bracelet around her wrist. For sure she should cut off communications with him. How un-surprising that he hadn’t mentioned locking her up before they made love.
Not that she’d given him much chance to talk.
The urge to connect was classically life affirming, never mind his sardonic response. The connection didn’t have to be physical, of course, so why had she chosen that? Why with someone who courted death so exclusively, he left no room for any other courtship? And why was she even thinking courtship when she’d only needed the release of another body against hers?
Considering she fancied herself a seeker, she shied away from those questions with hypocritical quickness.
She didn’t have to explain herself, not even to herself. No one would call her on it, certainly not the entity within her. It had less than nothing to say.
She pushed to her feet. Archer’d had time to get out of her way. She’d find a laptop or phone and contact Bookie.
It sure would be nice to have some answers from somebody.
Walking into the hotel lobby behind Niall and Ecco, Archer gagged as the scorched miasma of birnenston assaulted his demon senses. The teshuva scuttled deeper out of his awareness, away from the unholy poison. “I thought it was getting better.”
Niall coughed. “Bookie said so. But since unadulterated humans hardly get worse than a headache, what does he care?”
“It’ll never be clean again,” Ecco said. “Let it burn, or sell it to the angel crowd. They’re always, ‘Brimstone this and hellfire that.’ ”
Niall grimaced. “We won’t be here long. I want to see how Lex and Perrin are coming with the cleanup. And this still feels less grim than the safe house.”
Archer couldn’t disagree—Sera was probably vibrating the walls with her fury by now.
In the lobby, a half dozen talyan waited. Niall didn’t waste time with niceties. “Tell me what we have.”
Valjean stepped forward. The talya’s face was lined with weariness, so tired his teshuva hadn’t been able to keep up with the damage. “I’ve been all over the city. Twice. I can’t pick up the djinn-man’s sign anywhere.” He paused. “No, that’s not quite true. I get whiffs of him everywhere, but when I follow, I end up trailing some clueless human.”
Archer shifted restlessly. “Djinn accomplices?” Just as the league had the assistance of human Bookkeepers, so the djinn and angels had their spheres of influence in the worldly realm. “Corvus told Zane he was mustering an army.”
Valjean shook his head. “I talked to a few, but Corvus said an army of corpses, and they weren’t dead.” He grimaced. “Although one woman said I looked like I was working too hard and offered to help me forget my troubles with a few of her pills. She smiled the whole time. Wouldn’t be much of a soldier for the tenebraeternum.”
“Corvus is powerful, but he’s still a man wrapped around that demon. He didn’t just disappear.” Niall bracketed his temples with his spread fingers, his thumb pressing against the stark lines of the demon mark around his eye. “How far out have you gone?”
Valjean slumped. “I’ll go farther.”
“Good.” Niall turned to the next talya. “Jonah?”
“Horde-tenebrae activity is up across the city. Their stench is probably interfering with Val’s tracking. Can’t tell if what’s going down is making them desperate or incredibly cocky.” The fighter laid his hand over the vicious puckered wound running down his face and neck. “I was rear guard, three brothers in front of me, and a feralis tried to grab me from behind. Thing had to know we’d take it, but it wanted to kill me first.”
Archer calculated a scant half inch to one side and Brother Jonah would have spewed his lifeblood from his carotid before his teshuva could intervene.