“That’s it! Do you hear me, Strider? That’s it! I challenge you to listen to me. Now.”
That he didn’t like.
As his demon jumped up and down in his head, now desperate to win, Strider glared at Kaia, pretty face be damned. And he didn’t give a shit if he pissed her off, either. “I knew you’d do this. I knew you’d challenge me. You’re just like every other female I’ve ever known. No, wait. You’re worse. You know what happens to me when I lose, but you challenge me anyway.”
Hurt flashed over her features, there one moment, gone the next. Surely he was mistaken. Harpies—especially this infuriating Harpy—didn’t do hurt. Ever. “You know you can win this.”
“So go on, then,” he snapped. “Talk. I’m literally dying to hear what you have to say.”
Kaia ran the pink tip of her tongue over her teeth, and his stomach clenched in reaction. She could have refused him and sent him to his knees in gut-wrenching pain. Instead, she finished her little speech. “You captured Haidee. Her boyfriend and his followers have been chasing you. There. Done. You listened and won.”
He didn’t feel like he’d won. And neither did his demon. There was no rush of pleasure, only a need for a real challenge. Something he’d have to work for. I don’t wanna work for anything, remember? Still. Everything inside him froze. His heartbeat, his lungs. The rush of blood in his veins. “There’s more. Tell me the rest.”
“Fine. Here it is. While you’ve been playing around, I’ve been chasing the boyfriend and those followers of his. There’s something odd about each of them, by the way, but the boyfriend most of all. They’re…I don’t know, darker than other humans I’ve been around. They made me feel…icky, which is why I made them hurt real bad before I disposed of them. You should have seen them. After I took my blade and—”
“You’re digressing, Kaia.”
“Am not! Now where was I? Oh, yeah. The boyfriend. I couldn’t get close enough to him to figure out what bothered me. He’s dark and wily and like I said, he managed to evade me, which means he’s good, very, very good at evading because I’m very, very good at tracking. Did I ever tell you about the time I—”
“Kaia!”
“Anyway, you haven’t been able to evade him. He’s close, he’s filled with piss and vinegar and he wants to make you his bitch.”
“How close is he?”
Her chin lifted stubbornly. “Close enough that you’re lucky you weren’t shot down inside that little gas station.”
Yet she hadn’t said anything while they were there. Hadn’t given him a chance to set a trap. She’d laughed and stolen food and let him take his time. Then she’d carried on a conversation with William, mile after mile, as if there were no pressing issues. To punish him for not welcoming her to their group, he knew. Harpies were as vindictive as they were destructive.
Most. Frustrating. Female. Ever.
His fingers dug into his thighs to keep from strangling her, and he knew he’d have long-lasting bruises. “Why were you following him?”
One delicate shoulder, bared because of the lacy pink top she wore, lifted in a shrug. “When everyone left the fortress, going their separate ways to hide artifacts and stash their women safely away blah, blah, blah, I followed you. I figured you’d see the most action, and I was right.”
Fuck. He must be losing his touch. He’d never even sensed her.
“You’re welcome, by the way,” she continued. “You grabbed Haidee and carted her off, but you left a blood trail straight to your motel room door. They were set to raid the entire building when I took all but the leader down. That little bastard escaped, and you should have taken him out when you had the chance, because he gathered more men. I’ve been hot on his heels ever since.”
“You’re hot, all right. But seriously, how’d you meet up with Lucien?” William asked, inserting himself into the conversation.
“Anya and I keep in touch. I told her I needed to borrow her gentleman friend and she agreed. For a price,” Kaia added with a tinge of anger. “And someone in this car is going to reimburse me.”
“Gentleman friend. Nice.” William opened his mouth to add something else, probably to tell her he would gladly pay.
Strider beat him to it. “Whatever it was, I’ll take care of it.” He owed her. He guessed. But he didn’t like it, and didn’t want to be indebted to anyone.
“Good. Then you owe me a ten-minute Frencher.”
He blinked, certain he’d misheard. He’d expected Hunter hearts or severed limbs. “Anya made you kiss her?”
“Yeah. And at our next stop, I’ll expect you to deliver.”
“I’ll pay,” William piped up. “After you describe everything about that kiss you two shared. Did you cop a feel? You did, didn’t you, you little hussy. I bet you moaned a lot, too.”
“Too late for you to pay,” she said in a sing-song voice. “Strider already offered, and I already accepted. And no, I won’t do any describing. You can just imagine how sexy it was. Oh, and Willie. Just so you know, your imagination won’t do it justice.”
She was lying. She had to be lying. But why would she lie about a kiss? What could she possibly hope to gain by forcing him to kiss her? Strider leaned back in his seat and stared up at the roof. No answers were forthcoming, and he doubted they ever would be.
Besides, he had more pressing matters to deal with. Like Haidee’s psycho boyfriend. How close was the son of a bitch?
Win, Defeat said inside his head. Win, win. It wasn’t a question this time. On any level.
Great. The boyfriend wasn’t even here, but the challenge had been heard, accepted and must now be met.
“Pull over,” he told William for the second time that night.
“Why? There’s no store.”
Kaia flicked Strider another glance and grinned. “Now there’s the demon warrior I’ve come to know and love. He wants to set a trap, Willie, and we’re going to help him.”
“Nope. I’m getting out and doing this solo,” Strider announced. William had people of his own to kill, and Strider didn’t want to spend any more time with Kaia than necessary.
Her grin remained in place, though the edges darkened with an emotion he couldn’t name. “Oh, really? Well, I seem to recall you telling me I’m worse than a stomach virus, and I think it’s time I proved that. I’m challenging you to let me help you, Strider. I’m challenging you to hurt the bastard more than I do, and I’m challenging you to kill more of his men than I do.”
Fuck! he thought, even as his demon started jumping around again. Nervous, excited. Okay, mostly nervous.
Win, win, win. Please, win.
Suddenly hating Kaia with every fiber of his being, Strider gave her a stiff nod. Game on, then. “When this is over,” he said softly, “I will make you pay.”
“I know,” she replied, and her tone was oddly subdued. “Believe me, I know.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
THOUGH TWO DAYS OF WALKING and monotony had passed since they’d left their cave, and all Amun had been able to do was think and guard Haidee the few times he’d allowed her to stop and rest, he hadn’t come to grips with what he’d once done to her. Or what had driven her to hate him and his friends, hate that led her to aid in Baden’s destruction. No matter how good Amun’s intentions had been, he’d still flung her right into an attacker’s blade.
Gods. The blood pouring from her…the agony in her expression…
His friends only remembered bits and pieces of their time in ancient Greece. They knew they’d burned, pillaged and destroyed, but not specifics. Like who and what. Amun, however, recalled every detail. Or rather, Secrets wouldn’t allow him to forget. Mysteries of that nature weren’t ever allowed to remain unsolved, even within himself.