Murdoch narrowed his eyes. She’d been flirting for the Valkyrie’s benefit? “Why give Daniela such a hard time?”
“Ooh, the vampire doesn’t like Loa toying with his Bride.”
“Answer me.”
“Because she wants to be treated like other Valkyrie, and that’s how I treat them,” the priestess said. “Want some advice?” When he grudgingly nodded, she said, “Watch for her claws curling, vampire. In a Valkyrie, that means she needs a male to sink them into.”
Daniela, with her claws sunk in my back as I took her—
“Oh, and here. These are on sale,” Loa said as she bent down behind the counter. “For the ice maiden.” She tossed him a pair of gloves. “Tell her I said to handle you with care… ”
When Murdoch left Loa’s, he wore a victorious grin. He’d purchased the gloves and had garnered a secret about the Valkyrie that could be very helpful to him.
But by the time Murdoch emerged to the now foggy street, Daniela was gone.
He started back toward the main thoroughfare. After several moments, he spied Lukyan at a distance, still intently prowling the streets for Ivo. The Cossack always seemed to be devoid of fear, almost as if he had a death wish. Vigilant Rurik traced on the roofs above him.
Yet there was no sign of Daniela.
Danii rushed to the sound, peering down the stygian alley. Finally, she spotted the soothsayer, talking to some figure in the shadows.
“Nïx!” By the time Danii reached her, the figure had hastened away. “Who were you talking to?”
“Hmmm?” Nïx’s raven-black hair was wild, her golden eyes vacant as usual—she often saw the future more clearly than the present—but she also looked frazzled and tired. Though she wore an immaculate white dress, her hands were filthy.
“And why are you so dirty?” Danii asked her.
“I’m dirty? You’re the one getting busy with a leech. You naughty, freaky minx.”
“Answer the question,” Danii gritted out. “Who was that?”
“Who was who?”
Typical Nïx—she could be playing innocent, or she truly could have forgotten who she’d just been talking to seconds before. “What are you doing here?”
She blinked at Danii. “Laying low like po-po?” At Danii’s glare, Nïx’s mien turned playful. “Trolling for some strange! No? Composing a tweet?”
“Nïx, are you following me?”
“Do I need to be?”
Danii inhaled for patience. “I was looking for you. I need to tell you about—”
“Myst. Don’t concern yourself. She’s taken care of. As for your next question, you should go somewhere that is not here.” She gazed around as if they might be overheard, then loudly whispered, “There are dempires about.”
“Dempires?” Danii had never, in her long life, heard the term.
“And Lykae all around as well.” Nïx jerked her chin in the direction of the main drag.
Danii glanced over and spotted three Lykae walking by, twins and one more. All of them were striking examples of heart throbbing maleness, but then, Lykae often were.
Now they stopped, turned toward Danii and Nïx, and sniffed the air. All three tensed with awareness of other Loreans. A standoff. Danii drew ice into her palm.
Then Nïx wiggled her dirty fingers, beckoning them. Looking scarily crazed with her wild hair and unsettling eyes, she cooed, “Come, puppies. Come meet Destiny.” Out of the corner of her mouth, Nïx stage-whispered, “Destiny is my fist’s name.”
When the trio spoke in Gaelic, and carried on, Nïx chuckled.
“What? What’d they say?”
“That we weren’t worth the bother. That you’re the frigid one and I’m crazy. Seems they’ve got our numbers!”
The frigid one. Lowly Lykae thought of her like that? My ego’s on life support. Prognosis grim.
“We’re eventually going to be allies with them, you know,” Nïx said dimly. “In-laws, even.”
Danii snorted. The Valkyrie considered the Lykae little better than animals. “You’re joking, right?”
“Would I joke about something like this?”
“Emphatically, yes. Now tell me, why did you predict I’d get fixed last night?”
“I said you might. Look at the upside: you got to enjoy a male who wasn’t an Icere bounty hunter and who didn’t have designs to murder you. At least, not until he got peckish.”
“Would Murdoch have hurt me? Will he?”
Nïx tilted her head in the direction of Loa’s shop. “I used to be able to read him as easily as his brothers, like open books. But now I get little on him. I just see that you’ve got him confounded, not knowing up from down anymore. At three hundred years old, he’d thought he was quit of uncertainty like this.”
“Wait, you said brothers? Does more than one live?”
“You’d better get back to the vampire, he’s about to spot—”
“Daniela!” Murdoch’s voice boomed down the alley.
Danii glanced over her shoulder at him, then back, but Nïx had already vanished. Damn it. She swiftly hit redial on her phone, yet all was silence.
When Murdoch reached her, Danii saw genuine concern on his face. “Why did you leave?”
She hiked her shoulders. “I thought you’d be longer in there.”
“Now who’s jealous?”
“Hardly.”
“I just wanted to prove that I’m not gruff and brooding,” he said. “Or that I only am with you. And besides, I was just flirting to get information.” When she still glared, he said, “Admit it, you were jealous.”
“No, I’m embarrassed. Because everyone would expect you to be possessive and intent only on me. They’re going to see this as a failing in me.”
“You said the blooding didn’t make one want his Bride.”
“No, not if the Bride or mate or whatever was objectionable. But am I really that objectionable?”
His brows drew together. “You truly can’t understand any hesitation on my part?”
He was making her feel like more of a freak than anyone had in two thousand years.
But that was a lie. There’d been the Roman…
“Vampire, I think you’re afraid to settle down—with anyone. You were single for years and celibate for three hundred more. And now you have bachelor’s panic.”
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
“BP? It’s when a man irrationally fears a woman he especially likes. He gets ascared of said woman’s toothbrush breaching the perimeter of his man cave, et cetera.”
“Panic? I don’t panic,” he sneered the word. “Daniela, you can’t be touched.”
The frigid one. Enough of this. “No, you can’t! Your heart’s colder than mine. You are the untouchable one.”
She turned from him, wanting away from this vampire with his unflinching honesty. Because it… hurt. The life I have inside my head…
Murdoch followed her. “Just because I’m not ready to blindly accept a Bride I hardly know—for eternity — makes me coldhearted? I’d say it makes me rational.”
“Oh, so maybe it’s not me, it’s you? Make up your mind!”
“Even if you were all things perfect for me, I would resent this situation. The Forbearers have learned to fear bloodlust because it makes vampires crazed and out of control. But so does the blooding! Yet we’re supposed to welcome it?” He hastened in front of her, blocking her way. “It’s making me behave in ways I normally wouldn’t. Would you wish this for yourself? To have your personality completely rewritten?”
“If I had your personality? Ab-so-lutely. Because here’s the thing—you’re not special anymore. You’re not unique in the Lore. You’re a leech who used to have it easy getting laid. And now, you’re just predictable.”
He advanced on her until she backed up against the wall of a building. “Just a manwhore, huh?” They were in each other’s faces, her breaths smoking between them.