“This is my brother, Fallon, the leader of our people and the girl’s grandfather.”
Tara stopped cuddling the cat and stared.
“He wished to see her for himself.”
Fallon stepped forward. “I would talk with her while you conduct your business. Only if she wishes it.”
Tara nodded, and the two stepped away.
“Don’t go out of sight,” Christian said.
“She’ll be safe,” the Walker replied. “Now for this business. Why have you summoned me? And why is he”—he gestured toward Asmodai—“here?”
“Well, he is sort of family now,” Piers said. “And he is involved in this.”
“This?”
“We might have a small problem,” Christian said.
“A huge one, actually.”
“Speak it then.” The Walker’s tone was impatient.
So far, Roz wasn’t impressed. She could feel the fear rising inside her. But she wasn’t sure what she was afraid of. That he wouldn’t recognize her, that he wouldn’t acknowledge her. Or that he would, and he would hate her, want her dead…
“Andarta has the Key of Solon,” Piers said.
The Walker had been pacing the rooftop, but now he swung around to face them. “That can’t be. The Key was destroyed as part of the Accords.”
“Not exactly. It seems that the fact of its destruction might have been exaggerated.” Piers glanced back at Asmodai, who shrugged.
“I lied,” he said. “The Key was never destroyed, merely hidden.” He stepped closer and spread his wings, blocking out the starlit sky. “What are you going to do about it?”
“What is the Order going to do about it?” the Walker snarled, his hand resting on his sword.
Christian and Piers stepped closer to the two.
There was way too much testosterone on this rooftop. The air throbbed with power until Roz felt as though it must explode.
The Walker glanced across to where his brother stood with Tara. They were close together, but were looking their way. Fallon made a cutting motion with his hand and some of the tension eased out of the Walker.
“Much as I’d like to make my displeasure a little more concrete, I won’t risk a fight where my brother might be hurt.”
“How about if we promise not to touch him?” Piers said.
“Piers,” Christian snapped.
Piers shrugged. “Okay, no fight.” He glanced over his shoulder at Roz. “Probably for the best anyway, under the circumstances.”
“Circumstances?” the Walker asked. “Is there something else I should know?”
“Later,” Christian said quickly.
“So, do you know what Andarta plans?”
“Same old,” Piers drawled. “Take over the worlds, enslave all other races, wreak havoc and destruction.”
“And have you a plan to stop her?”
“We haven’t quite worked that one out yet. This meeting was more in the way of a heads up.”
“Then I should get back and warn my people, prepare them for invasion. Thanks to your incompetence.”
“We think they’ll attack Earth first,” Christian said.
“So?”
“We’d like you to help.”
“And why would I do that? Why would I lift one finger to help? I’d stand by and watch all humanity die with a smile on my face.”
“Why do you hate them so much?” Asmodai asked.
“None of your business, demon.”
“I have a few theories. Well, only one actually, but it’s a good one.”
The Walker clamped his lips together and whirled around, heading toward where his brother still stood with Tara.
“You blame them for the loss of something you loved,” Asmodai called after him.
He stopped walking but didn’t turn back. “You know nothing.”
“I know more than you think.” Asmodai turned to her and held out a hand. “Rosamund?”
The Walker’s back stiffened, every muscle locking tight, then he turned. His face was expressionless. Roz took the demon’s hand and allowed him to pull her forward. She reached up and pushed the hood from her face. She still had no idea how this was going to go down, had no clue what he was thinking.
She bit her lip, tasted blood, and saw Piers turn toward her. He stepped closer, grabbed her free hand, and pulled her away from Asmodai.
She wasn’t sure whether he was aiming to comfort her or staking a claim. It didn’t matter; at his touch, strength flowed through her. She stood up taller, not that it would do much good. Among this lot she was a midget.
“Rosamund?” The Walker’s voice was soft, disbelieving.
She nodded, and Piers’ hand tightened on hers.
“You’re alive?”
“Obviously.”
He appeared dazed. “All this time, I believed you dead.”
“And I believed you had abandoned us. Left us to die. That you didn’t care.”