Immortals After Dark 03 - No Rest for the Wicked

gum bubble. “He seemed really possessive of you already. You haven’t... you haven’t, like, lifted tail for him?”
    “No! I didn’t have sex with him!” she said honestly, hoping to manage a believable amount of indignation. Thank the gods I didn’t go that far. Would never. I can always deny...
    “What did he mean by tonight? He can’t find you.”
    Um, actually he might be able to. “I can’t imagine, Regin.” No, no way. Tracing to a person was impossible. Vampires just didn’t have that talent. And yet he’d surprised her in so many ways already. She knew he was unique. If he truly could come to her, would he tonight?
    “What are you going to do in the future if you go up against him again?”
    “I don’t know,” Kaderin admitted. “I can’t kill him, because of the competition.”
    “Contain him, then. If he’s not that old, you could still hold him with a reinforced shackle. Or throw a boulder on him. On his leg. He’d be trapped.”
    “Unless he took off his leg the way Emma’s Lykae did to get to her.”
    Regin shuddered. “Eeesh, that skeeves me.”
    Kaderin hadn’t really thought much about Lachlain’s act. Now she found the idea of him willfully amputating a trapped leg to crawl through vampire catacombs to reach his mate on the surface vaguely... romantic? Would Sebastian do that for her?
    “Hell.” He would.
    “What’s that?” Regin asked. When Kaderin just shook her head, Regin said, “I’ll stay with you tonight. Maybe stick around for tomorrow’s task.” Regin had told Sebastian that she wasn’t a competitor yet . Kaderin knew she needed to nip this even before Regin turned on her music. Again.
    “All... my... friends... know the low rider.”
    Kaderin pinched her forehead. Cowbell. How much more could she stand?
    She was faced with the very harsh realization that she’d rather be accosted by the arrogant vampire—one of her immortal enemies—than stay with Regin for another twenty-four hours.
    No more cowbell. “I think I can handle it.”

    After the unqualified failure of his first outing, Sebastian traced back to his chests to retrieve more gold—having determined that he might need to secure more money than he’d first suspected.
    He had the feeling this courtship would be... protracted.
    As he shed layers of clothes, preparing to dig, he felt the amulet in one of his pockets. With a shrug, he drew it out, then held it above his heart. His lips parted when it vanished. It bloody worked for him, too? The smell of the temple’s fires flared over the Baltic brine. He’d... he’d simply have to think about this later.
    He snatched up the shovel he’d left for the purpose, and while he dug, he wondered if he would ever be able to forget the sight of Kaderin stabbing that kindly-looking old kobold through the gullet.
    As a human, Sebastian had killed and dealt viciously with his enemies. But, Christ, he wished he hadn’t seen her attack—so quick and thoughtless, as if by rote.
    Though he’d seen women resort to violence in wartime to protect loved ones, he’d never sensed such ferocity in a female.
    He understood he couldn’t compare Kaderin to the women of his time. He couldn’t even compare her to human females. His sisters would have fainted before injuring an insect. They would have fainted at the mere idea of climbing a mountain. He knew this, but it didn’t make seeing Kaderin’s cruelty any easier.
    He feared his Bride enjoyed it.
    Digging down, he found nothing. Brows drawn, he drove the shovel deeper. Still nothing.
    His fists clenched the handle to splinters and dust.
    The chests were gone.

    Kaderin slouched in her leather recliner on the jet, satisfied with her success. The chair beside her was empty as Regin lay on the floor of the plane, legs propped up on the chair arm. They’d planned to drop Kaderin at a Rio executive airport, then fly Regin home to New Orleans.
    Yes, Kaderin was satisfied. No matter what had happened, she was in the lead. Or at least tied for it, with Cindey and that sodding vampire. How, on the vampire’s first Hie—on his very first task—had he scored the maximum? Insufferable. At least Bowen hadn’t been there, and the next-highest task had been only a nine-pointer.
    “I really can stay with you, if you need me to,” Regin offered for the fifth time. “We would make the most kick-assest team ever.”
    “I tried teaming up for my first Hie,” Kaderin answered. “Alas, my partnership with Myst