“No. I’ll wait for you here. You have three minutes before I head out on my own.”
Disconnecting the call, Dagan acknowledged his brother’s subtle meaning. On my own. It was his way of saying he wasn’t bringing Naphré along and his way of asking Dagan to leave Roxy behind. They had no way of knowing what they would find, what shape Mal would be in. And if they needed to deal with things—soul reaper things—by taking Mal to Sutekh’s realm, their mates could not join them. Both Roxy and Naphré were Daughters of Aset, previous members of the Asetian Guard, though neither of them had ascended very high in the hierarchy. It was reason enough for Sutekh to bar them from his realm. Add to that the fact that as a rule, those who went to the Underworld didn’t get to come back, and Dagan had no intention of taking Roxy anywhere near the Underworld.
He crossed to the bathroom and yanked open the door just as Roxy stepped from the shower. Wrapping her in the towel, he pressed a kiss to her lips.
“It’s Mal,” he offered, and Roxy nodded, her bronze-green eyes full of sympathy. At the same time, they were full of questions. Though she wasn’t part of the Asetian Guard anymore, old habits had to die hard.
The two of them were still dancing around this mate thing, and trust was meant to be built over time, not forced. So he offered her everything he knew, an olive branch, because if they didn’t have trust, then they didn’t have a hope in hell of making it together.
“Alastor and I both sense that he’s hurt, but we have no idea how or why. All we know is that he called Kai for a cleanup at a downtown condo, that he wasn’t alone and that he stole a rug.”
“A rug?” she asked and shook her head. “Can I do anything?”
“Good question. One I don’t have an answer to. Yet.” He let the assurance hang, unspoken but understood, that as soon as he had a task to give her, he would. He knew exactly how competent she was. If he needed information, he’d ask her to find it. Her network of Topworld grunts and contacts was probably more extensive than his own.
She’d been an excellent soldier for the Asetian Guard, and while her exit from the ranks was recent, she was no slacker. She’d already begun to lay the groundwork for her own Topworld investigative agency, dancing around Alastor’s mate, Naphré Kurata, to see if a partnership might be possible. Naphré had her fair share of skills as a trained assassin and Topworld enforcer.
Dagan pulled Roxy against him, amazed and awed that she was his, that after years of dreaming about her, she was actually in his arms every night. He kissed her, his mouth hard and hungry. Hers was no less so. Roxy Tam met him in the middle in all ways. She stood toe to toe with him, nose to nose.
“I’ll call you.”
“Do that,” she said and stepped away. “I’ll be out on a job. A little freelance work I picked up from Calliope.”
He nodded then turned and focused his attention on summoning a portal—
“Outside,” Roxy ordered and shoved hard at his back. “Last time you opened a portal in my house you left marks on the floor.” True enough.
“Our house,” he corrected softly.
“What’s mine is mine—” she shot him an arch look “—and what’s yours is mine.”
“And you are mine, so I guess that makes this my house.”
She rolled her eyes. “Go.”
He went.
He heard Roxy’s cell ring as he opened the front door, and the surprise in her voice as she answered a question the caller asked.
He crossed the wide porch and vaulted the wooden rail. Before his feet hit the ground, the air before him began to undulate and twist, and then it became a great, black, gaping hole with tendrils of smoke that writhed at the edges.
The cold hit him like a roaring breaker, the air flaying his skin like a thousand tiny blades and shearing his lungs as he breathed in.
“WHERE ARE WE?” Kuznetsov asked.
They’d been driving for over thirty hours straight, stopping only for gas. Calliope glanced at him. “Bugaboo Provincial Park.”
She doubted he knew where that was, and even if he did, it wouldn’t be much help to him. Where they were heading was accessible only by climbing or helicopter. Naked and wrapped in a blanket, he wouldn’t get far if he tried to run off alone—not that she’d let him—and she doubted he had a helicopter hidden up his butt.
She turned off Highway #95 and headed west along the gravel road. Wouldn’t be long before a team came down from the mountain to meet them.
“Ready to tell me about the phone call?” she asked. “Who died, and why did it make you afraid?” Like every other time she’d posed the same questions in the hours they’d been together, he ignored her, which only served to bolster her conviction that the phone call he’d received when he came out of the shower was significant. Otherwise, he’d give a flip answer and blow her off.
A few moments later, he said, “I have to take a piss.”
Sins of the Flesh
Eve Silver's books
- Sins of the Father
- Sins of the Demon
- Feral Sins
- Sins of the Night
- Sins of the Soul
- Ascendancy of the Last
- Blood of Aenarion
- Broods Of Fenrir
- Burden of the Soul
- Caradoc of the North Wind
- Cause of Death: Unnatural
- City of Ruins
- Dark of the Moon
- Demons of Bourbon Street
- Edge of Dawn
- Eye of the Oracle
- Freak of Nature
- Heart of the Demon
- Lady of Devices
- Lance of Earth and Sky
- Last of the Wilds
- Legacy of Blood
- Legend of Witchtrot Road
- Lord of the Wolfyn
- Of Gods and Elves
- Of Wings and Wolves
- Prince of Spies
- Professor Gargoyle
- Promise of Blood
- Secrets of the Fire Sea
- Shadows of the Redwood
- Sin of Fury
- Smugglers of Gor
- Sword of Caledor
- Sword of Darkness
- Talisman of El
- Threads of Desire (Spellcraft)
- Tricks of the Trade
- Visions of Magic
- Visions of Skyfire
- Well of the Damned
- Wings of Tavea
- Wings of the Wicked
- A Bridge of Years
- Chronicles of Raan
- Dawn of Swords(The Breaking World)
- A Draw of Kings
- Hunt the Darkness (Guardians of Eternity)
- Lord of the Hunt
- Master of War
- Mistfall(Book One of the Mistfall Series)
- The Gates of Byzantium
- The House of Yeel
- The Oath of the Vayuputras: Shiva Trilogy 3
- The Republic of Thieves #1
- The Republic of Thieves #2
- Edge of Dawn
- A Quest of Heroes
- Mistress of the Empire
- Servant of the Empire
- Gates of Rapture
- Reaper (End of Days)
- This Side of the Grave
- Magician's Gambit (Book Three of The Belgariad)
- Skin Game: A Novel of the Dresden Files
- Murder of Crows
- The Queen of the Tearling
- A Tale of Two Castles
- Mark of the Demon
- Blood of the Demon
- The Other Side of Midnight
- Vengeance of the Demon: Demon Novels, Book Seven (Kara Gillian 7)
- Cold Burn of Magic
- Of Noble Family
- Wrath of a Mad God ( The Darkwar, Book 3)
- King of Foxes
- Daughter of the Empire
- Mistress of the Empire
- Krondor : Tear of the Gods (Riftwar Legacy Book 3)
- Shards of a Broken Crown (Serpentwar Book 4)
- Rise of a Merchant Prince
- End of Days (Penryn and the End of Day #3)
- Servant of the Empire
- Talon of the Silver Hawk
- Shadow of a Dark Queen
- The Cost of All Things
- The Wicked (A Novella of the Elder Races)
- Night's Honor (A Novel of the Elder Races Book 7)
- Born of Silence
- Born of Shadows
- Kiss of the Night (Dark Hunter Series – Book 7)
- Born Of The Night (The League Series Book 1)
- The Council of Mirrors
- Born of Ice
- Born of Fire
- Born of Defiance
- Gates of Paradise (a Blue Bloods Novel)