TWENTY-TWO
Leila stared at the hole in the wall. This couldn’t be happening. Some sort of portal had opened up right in front of them, just by Aiden putting his hand on the wall. She instantly remembered what he’d told her earlier about portals.
“I thought only demons had portals.”
It confused her. Why hadn’t he told her about his?
“Stealth Guardians do too. However—” Aiden looked at Hamish. “—I thought that they didn’t exist outside the compounds.”
“We all thought that. I’ll explain that later. Now, we’d better go.”
He stepped inside the dark tunnel. Aiden reached for her hand and pulled her with him. She had no choice. Even if she’d wanted to, she couldn’t have stayed where she was. Eventually the people who were following them would find her here.
“I’m claustrophobic,” she admitted.
“It won’t take long,” Aiden promised, pulling her close to him.
A moment later, the dim light from the basement disappeared as if the door to the tunnel had been closed.
“Where to?” Aiden asked.
“Take my hand,” Hamish’s voice commanded.
She felt how Aiden pulled her close to him with one arm around her waist, his other hand presumably clutching Hamish’s. Then the air stirred up around them as if a fierce storm was approaching.
Fear gripped her, and she began to shiver. She felt as if her body were lifted in the air, floating weightlessly and without direction. Both her arms went around Aiden, holding on for dear life. She was afraid of being dropped, of falling into a bottomless pit, eternal darkness around her.
“Shh,” Aiden cooed, his mouth at her ear.
Then he shifted, and his lips brushed over her cheek, then slowly and carefully approached her lips. She could have moved away from him, turned her head so he couldn’t kiss her, but she didn’t. Instead, she allowed his lips to press against hers, his tongue to gently glide over them, to part them and sweep inside.
In the dark she felt strangely safe with him. With a sigh, she angled her head, urging him for a deeper kiss. He obliged her. When his tongue stroked against hers and his lips moved firmly over her mouth, the storm around her moved into the distance. All she felt were his firm strokes, his earthy taste, and his hard body that pressed against her, holding her firmly and securely in his arms. Forgotten was the fact that he’d lied to her about having to touch her to cloak her.
Maybe she wouldn’t have reacted so strongly to that revelation, if they hadn’t been caught by Manus in the middle of the act. She’d been too embarrassed to think of anything else but the humiliation that she’d felt.
But now, all that didn’t matter. Aiden’s kiss was as sinful as it had been before, and it made her want things beyond a kiss, beyond a mere touch, even beyond the intimate touches they’d shared at the massage parlor. Way beyond that.
“Hate to interrupt,” Hamish said wryly, “but we can’t stay here forever.”
Leila opened her eyes, heat rushing to her cheeks once more. Did she always have to get caught doing something . . . something so forbidden? Because what she was doing with Aiden had to be wrong: he was there to protect her, and beyond that she knew she couldn’t trust him. He’d confirmed this only a short while earlier when he’d confessed to Hamish that he’d killed his former charge.
Sobering, she avoided looking at Aiden and withdrew from his embrace. Instead, she perused her surroundings. They were in some sort of cave. Rows of oak barrels lined the vast space, each with a number and a few letters on it, marking their content.
“Where are we?” Aiden asked.
“About an hour north of San Francisco, in the wine country,” Hamish answered.
“You have to explain to me how come there’s a portal here when there are supposed to be none outside the compounds,” Aiden demanded, his voice tight.
Hamish nodded. “I will, on the way to our safe house.”
He headed for the door, unlatched it, and opened it. Then he peered outside. “All clear.”
Curious, Leila followed him, feeling Aiden at her back. Outside, it was sunny and clear. She looked back at the cave and realized that it had been built into the side of the hill, thus taking advantage of the natural cool earth to keep the barrels at a constant temperature. In the distance, she saw several buildings, one that looked like a barn with big stainless steel silos, another one that probably contained the tasting room and offices.
Nobody seemed to be around.
The dirt path Hamish led them on ended at a wooden shack. Inside was an old beat up Toyota that looked like the loser of a demolition derby. She piled in the back seat, letting Hamish and Aiden take the front. By the looks of it, they had much to talk about anyway.
As they rumbled down the hill and through the vineyard, Hamish finally addressed Aiden’s earlier question.
“You’re right, there shouldn’t be any portals outside the compounds, so you can imagine my surprise when I found one.”
“How did you find it?” Aiden instantly wanted to know.
“Well, that brings me to the bigger issue here. I have reason to believe that one of the council members is working for the demons. I can’t—”
From the backseat, Leila could firmly see how Aiden jolted at the news.
“That can’t be!” His head whipped sideways to glare at his friend. “If you think you can accuse somebody to lessen your own failings—”
“Those were not my failings!” Hamish shot back. “If I could have helped you I would have. But I was being pursued. Had I not disappeared when I did, I would be dead now.”
***
Aiden pulled in a breath. What his former second was insinuating was outrageous. But often the truth was unbelievable. And he hoped Hamish was telling the truth.
“I want the whole story,” he demanded. “And start with how you found Leila and me.”
“Oh, you’re gonna get it, but you won’t like it,” Hamish promised, gracing him with an ominous look.
Somehow that look was enough for Aiden to realize that whatever it was he was about to hear would uproot his entire belief in their race. “Go on.”
“Well, finding you was easy. I’ve been shadowing you for days. I had this gut feeling that you’re in danger. Figured if they tried to move me out of the way, what’s stopping them from doing the same with you? I kept an eye on you from afar so I could interfere if need be.”
Hamish gave him a sideways glance. “Anyway, to get to the real story, a few weeks ago, I noticed strange coincidences, demons showing up close to safe houses and other places we were hiding charges. I looked at the location logs and plotted those occurrences, cross-referencing them with who accessed the location files as these assignments were taking place. I came across an encoded access signature in each of those incidences. It leads to the council.”
“That doesn’t have to mean anything. The council has a right to access those files whenever they want to. That’s how they can find out where we are.”
“What does that mean?” Leila asked from the back seat. “Do they know where we are now?”
Aiden turned his head to her. “No. I would have to sign into the system to announce my location.”
“Which you’re not going to do,” Hamish added quickly. “Nobody can know where we are right now. Not as long as we don’t know who on the council is a traitor.”
Aiden hated the thought of that. “You must be wrong. The council is above reproach.”
“Don’t be so naïve. They’re just like us. They have desires. But that aside, as I started digging and trying to get past the encryption, I had the strange feeling of being followed. Several times. I can’t be sure, but I knew something was wrong. During our last assignment, I ran into a problem.”
Aiden felt his gut constrict at the thought of how that last assignment had ended.
“I received a message, which looked like it was coming from command central. It sent me to a place, which I thought was your location. It wasn’t. Instead, I ended up in a trap. But whoever set it up underestimated me. They’d only sent two demons. I killed them, but I knew they wouldn’t be the last ones coming for me.”
Hamish gave him a sideways glance. “They didn’t want me to help you keep Sarah safe. They wanted her too badly, so whoever on the council was feeding the demons information, didn’t mind sacrificing one of their own for it.”
In disbelief, Aiden shook his head. “Someone on the council would get a Stealth Guardian killed to help the demons? But why?”
Hamish shrugged. “I don’t know. Not yet, anyway. That’s why I had to disappear. The only way to be sure that I had no tracking devices on me was to leave my clothes and my cell behind me. I couldn’t tell you. It would have put you in danger. You’re my best friend. I couldn’t do that.”
Aiden nodded. He understood, and he would have done the same had he been in that situation. “Brothers?”
“Always,” his best friend replied. They locked eyes for a moment, their trust restored.
“Now what?”
Hamish pulled the car to a stop in front of a small farmhouse. “Let’s get inside, then we can talk more.”