Immortals After Dark 03 - No Rest for the Wicked

confused to find herself still snuggled in her sheets that hinted at his sexy scent.
    He sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands, much as he had the first time she’d found him. She knew he’d gone from sorrow to elation that morning. She also knew that since then, he’d been disillusioned by her and hurt.
    “How long have I been out?” she asked, her voice scratchy.
    “Two days.”
    “ What? ” she shrieked, shooting upright.
    He caught her shoulder when she swayed. “Easy, kena . You were injured worse than either of us thought. You lost a lot of blood. Let me check your bandages.” He unwrapped her leg. “My God, you heal fast.” By now, the gashes on her legs resembled old scars—pink and raised but seeming to fade right before their eyes.
    “It’s lost,” she said, the words breaking. “Over.” A tear slipped down her cheek, and she angrily swiped it away.
    “Katja, it is not.”
    “With me out of the picture, Cindey has had all the time in the world. She could’ve gotten a stick of dynamite and stunned the sharks, or used diving equipment—”
    He reached forward to tuck a curl behind her ear. “I don’t believe there is much diving equipment in Siberia.”
    “Siberia?”
    “I couldn’t get the prize for you. But I could incapacitate your only real competition. I traced the siren to an abandoned coal mine in the Russian north.”
    Hope shot through her, warm and good. Had he protected her position in the contest? “Sh-she didn’t sing to you?”
    “Yes, she warbled frantically. But I remain immune.” His eyes were intense, mesmerizing, as he brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek. “It seems I am completely taken.”
    Emotion made her breathless and shaky. Before she could stop herself, she blurted, “I never intended to sleep with the Colombian.”
    Pain flashed in his eyes before he dropped his hand and stood. “It doesn’t matter. You don’t have to say that now.”
    “Okay.”
    He stabbed his fingers through his hair. “Damn it, you are supposed to insist and then explain anyway.”
    “Oh. Well, the truth is that I never planned to sleep with anyone that night.”
    “And your lack of underwear?” he asked with a scowl.
    “Was the front line. I’ve found a well-timed glimpse can make men lose good judgment.” She added, “You really need to rent Basic Instinct. ”
    “Then how did you get the stone?”
    “Gamboa had always wanted to be with a Valkyrie. So, I promised him a date with Regin—the one who tried to decapitate you in Antarctica—in exchange for the ring. And for the record, I chose that task for only one reason—the same reason Cindey did. Because we knew Bowen wouldn’t.”
    “That is... good to know.” Another one of his understatements. The relief he felt was evident on his face.
    “Now that I’m back in it, I need to leave quickly,” she said. “Cindey is clever.” Kaderin wanted to cement her place in the finals. Bowen had earned his spot—she accepted that, but he was weakening, and with the siren out of it, Kaderin could win.
    “Lucindeya’s not going anywhere,” Sebastian said. “She must climb out of a jagged frozen pit with slippery sheer-rock faces five hundred feet high, then walk two hundred miles through waist-deep snow to the nearest town. She was dressed for the equator and seemed to be limping, walking strangely.”
    Kaderin tried to stifle a laugh. And failed. She startled him and herself.
    “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you laugh.” He grinned. “What? What’s so amusing?”
    “Walking funny, huh? That’s because she did truly earn Nereus’s prize.”
    “You mean she—?” When Kaderin nodded, he gave a chuckle and stroked his hand up and down her arm. She’d noticed he couldn’t seem to stop touching her. “Do you want me to check and see if she’s still there?”
    She bit her lip and nodded. He disappeared, then returned seconds later, shaking snow from his head like a bear.
    “Well?”
    His face was perfectly deadpan as he said, “I fear Lucindeya and I are no longer friends.”
    She laughed again, and he grinned as if just enjoying the sight.
    “I want to close this out,” she finally said. “To go and get the next prize. Where’s the scroll?”
    He pulled it from his jacket pocket. “But, Kaderin, understand that we’re doing this together.” She parted her lips to argue, but he spoke over her in that officer tone. “I will not allow you to get hurt