Immortals After Dark 05 - Dark Needs at Nights Edge
for what was in Conrad’s mind. So would his brother, Cadeon the Kingmaker; as a mercenary, that demon had seated five kings. But he couldn’t quite reclaim his own brother’s crown.
Conrad said, “You risk much, taking me to the gathering.”
“It will be wild there, so we’ll stay on the periphery of the crowd and see if any female catches your fancy.”
Conrad was to skulk in the bushes at some field party, looking for a woman. My degradation is complete. He willed himself not to look at Néomi. “I have no interest in having to care for and protect a female that I don’t get to choose for myself.” Even as he said the words, he lost himself musing what it would mean if fate had chosen Néomi for him... . Could Conrad find a way to bridge their existences? To make it so he could claim her? He’d dreamed about taking her—if it was a fraction as good as his dreams...
“Conrad!” Murdoch snapped his fingers.
He blinked. “What?”
“I said that we know about your involvement in the Kapsliga, and we know the vows involved.”
Conrad’s eyes shot wide. “Don’t—”
“We know you’ve never been with a woman.”
13
Cadeon Woede of the rage demons would rather have had his black claws pulled from his fingers or his horns filed than come to this bar—a grungy biker dive, patronized almost entirely by male demons.
But if Cade hadn’t accompanied his brother and crew here, he would’ve gone to stalk her—and Rydstrom was already getting suspicious about his late-night activities.
Besides, they had a business meeting with a soothsayer this eve. “And here’s the dove of the hour,” Cade muttered when Nïx and another Valkyrie entered the bar. They’d been searching for Nïx for days now, and a mutual friend had arranged the meeting.
Rydstrom twisted around in time to see the two small females accosted by a pathos demon. The pathos was a brawny biker, but he looked young, too young to tangle with the much older Valkyrie.
“Step aside,” Nïx told him, already glancing past him.
When he didn’t, her companion tensed. “Move.” The female was wearing a low-hanging cowboy hat. Good money said that the hat was shading the glowing face of Regin the Radiant, a combat-loving Valkyrie. “Or hurt.”
“My friend here has been spoiling for a brawl for weeks now,” Nïx said. “At this point she’ll smack down unwary kindergartners over sandbox toys. I suggest you get out of our way.”
“None doing, lovelies,” the pathos said in a nineteenth-century Cockney accent. “Pretty little things like ye come in a place like this, methinks yer keen for a demon twixt yer thighs.”
Nïx rolled her eyes. “Only about, oh, always,” she said in an exasperated tone. “As long as they don’t resemble you in any way.”
The pathos put his arm in front of Nïx, blocking her. “Now, that’s not nice.”
Cade shook his head. The fuckwit has no idea what he’s provoking.
“No,” Regin began, “making you wear your bulbous horns out of your ass wouldn’t be nice.”
Rydstrom asked, “Should we warn that demon?”
“Let them sort out the tosser,” Cade answered. “The Valkyrie’ll be in a good mood after violence.” And the spectacle would be something to take Cade’s mind off his obsession.
In a flash, Nïx snared the pathos’s hand and smiled, baring her small fangs. His eyes widened with belated recognition, just as she squeezed his hand in her own, pulverizing the bones. He yelled, alerting a kinsman, who unwisely decided to join in.
Rydstrom’s battle-scarred face creased into a grin. “It’s never dull with Valkyrie around.”
“Hey, Nïx,” Regin said minutes later, “my demon screams like a singing bitch—what does yours scream like?”
Nïx replied conversationally, “Also like a singing bitch. Hmm. Only without balls.” As Nïx plugged his left horn into a wall socket, Regin got to enjoy a round of the cheap shots she was known for, until her hat got knocked off in the skirmish. Her glowing face made everyone back away.
Though Nïx was older and therefore stronger, Regin had a notorious vicious streak.
The crowd quieted as a whole, but more than one creature cursed under his breath, “Not Regin.”
A drunk hunched over the bar muttered, “That glowing one made me eat a transistor radio once.”
In the lull, the Valkyries’ two battered opponents fled.
With a shrug, Regin collected and dusted off her hat, then cast Nïx a blazing smile.
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