Immortals After Dark 03 - No Rest for the Wicked

idea.”
    “It will kill Nikolai to see his brother suffer, but I can’t let you make a mistake. I wouldn’t let down my guard with him, not yet,” Myst said. “And then, of course, there’s the issue of Furie—”
    “You know what, Myst?” Kaderin interrupted. “I can’t even talk about this right now. You want to do me a favor? Keep Sebastian away from me tonight.”
    “How am I supposed to do that?” Myst cried. “The only thing he’s interested in is hearing more about you.”
    “So, tell him things. Just not about the blessing. And not anything about Dasha and Rika.”
    “Is there anything else about you to tell?”
    “Humorous, Myst.”
    “You asked for it, Kaderin the Kind Hearted, ” Myst said, referring to Kaderin’s embarrassing former nickname. “Way to take my advice about not letting down your guard,” she added.
    As soon as they hung up and she stowed her phone in her purse, a burly bouncer scouted the line and spotted her. Oddly, he seemed to ogle the area of her pointed ears, hidden under her hair, instead of her short skirt.
    But then he let her out of the velvet rope corral to go inside.
    When she passed Cindey, Kaderin winced as if in sympathy. “Appears that the retro-hooker look wasn’t making the cut tonight, Cin.”

    When Sebastian finally left Nikolai and a suspiciously chatty Myst back at Blachmount and traced to Kaderin, he found himself inside a nightclub like nothing he’d ever seen before. This had to be the task in Colombia. The one he’d hoped she wouldn’t select.
    Lights like lasers shot to the rounded ceiling in bizarre rapid patterns. Half-clad dancers in cages dangled high above the dance floor.
    The cages reminded him of his last dream.
    In it, Kaderin had strolled to an imprisoned man. He was young, his body beaten and broken. Without raising his head, he gritted out the words, “ Kill me. ”
    She smiled. “Of course, leech.” Her voice was sugary. “In a few more months.”
    He sounded as if he began weeping.
    “Then I might let you escape into the sun,” Kaderin continued. “Your organs will liquefy inside you well before you die, pooling beneath your skin. But by that time, you’ll crawl desperately for the light, I promise you... ”
    Again, she’d felt nothing. No sympathy, no remorse, no hate, even.
    Ever since he’d awakened, Sebastian had been filled with a marked disgust he couldn’t shake. He’d visited Nikolai to ask him about these dreams, and Nikolai had warned him not to take her memories out of context. But how could Sebastian misunderstand that scene? It couldn’t have been clearer.
    He understood her cruelty, but that didn’t mean it was easily witnessed—
    Sebastian did a double take when he spied Kaderin, because he hardly recognized her.
    Her eyes were kohled a deep blue, and her plump lips glistened. Her shirt was low-cut, deliberately displaying the lace of her bra. And her skirt was so short he could see her taut, lithe thighs almost up to the cleft of her ass when she slid into a booth with a group of people. Her black boots came to her knees and had wicked heels.
    Even though he was furious with her for being here at all, much less dressed like this, the sight of her had his shaft rock-hard in an instant. He made a decision then—one night, he would be inside her when she wore those boots.
    To all appearances, she was smiling and enjoying herself, but there was a hardness about her. The way she’d dressed left no doubt about how she planned to acquire the stone from the Colombian. No wonder Myst had been so willing to talk.
    When he could drag his gaze away from Kaderin, he saw that all around her, men stared at her face or leered at her body. Sebastian’s fists clenched. Who to kill first—
    “Might as well sit,” said a voice behind him. He whirled around and found the two nymphs. “Kaderin’s going to be busy awhile.”
    He turned back in time to see a man slide in next to her and drape his arm around her shoulders. His hand almost brushed over her breast, and for the first time in his life, Sebastian needed to kill.
    The first nymph sidled up to Sebastian. “We could pass the time. Vampire, forget about the Valkyrie. You’re forbidden fruit to us as well, if that’s your attraction to her.”
    Sebastian scarcely heard them over the pounding in his ears. “Is that the Colombian she’s with?” he grated.
    “That’s him.”
    The bastard leaned over her and put his hand high on Kaderin’s