Immortals After Dark 06 - Dark Desires After Dusk

was eight hundred miles—they’d gone ten miles in the last hour.
    The palpable tension continued to build between them. She wasn’t icy toward him, merely indifferent as she worked on her warrior code.
    She was just letting him know how inconsequential he was to her. Kind of like the first time they’d met. He could play that game. He would ignore her right back.
    He called Rök and checked in. “What’s doing?” he asked in Demonish.
    “We’ve followed the lead on the vampires,” Rök said. “Tonight, we strike.”
    “Good news.” Holly would be that much safer. “Hey, how long does it take to teach someone how to block mind reading? Could Holly learn in a couple of weeks?”
    Demons had the ability naturally. Other Lorekind could be taught.
    Rök gave a scoffing laugh. “Try a couple of years.”
    Once they hung up, Cade was left to his thoughts. I’m ignoring her. That stance lasted until she pinched her forehead, looking miserable. “You all right?”
    She shrugged.
    “Let me guess? Carsick—with a headache?”
    She cast him a surprised look.
    “You’re carsick because you’re reading when we’re stopping and starting. And your head hurts because you’re still trying to use your glasses when your vision has changed.”
    “I can’t concentrate without my glasses.”
    “Look, let’s knock off early tonight. I saw a sign for a mom-and-pop motel in a small town not far ahead.”
    “But we’ll get behind schedule.”
    “None doing. At this rate, we’ll get to the bridge just after midnight and be forced to wait around anyway. Besides, we’re near Chicago, and I have some gear I need to pick up tomorrow.”
    “What kind of gear?”
    “You’ll see…”

23
    Y ou’re a masochist, aren’t you?” Holly asked when he suggested more training.
    “We can work with the sword tonight,” he said. Though Cadeon had gotten two adjoining rooms at the motel, he insisted on lying on her bed. With his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out, he surfed channels, while she reconfigured anything not bolted down.
    “You think I’ll need to know how to use a sword before I get changed back?” She could swear he was watching her rather than the pay-per-view he’d been so delighted to find here.
    “A lot of factions in the Lore carry them.”
    “Okay. Fine, let’s sword fight.”
    “Good. Be right back.” He rose and exited the room, returning a couple of minutes later with his sword and a broom. After snapping the end off the broom, he tossed the handle atop the bed, presumably for later sparring.
    Then, with grave formality, he unsheathed his sword.
    “How old is that thing? Have you had it carbon dated?”
    He looked aghast, as if she’d insulted his grandmother. “Hey, no disrespecting The Sword. Besides, it’s only three or four centuries old.”
    “Only? I would think that technology has improved since then. Why wouldn’t you get a new one?”
    “I’m on my way to, remember? Try to keep up, halfling.”
    She glared. “I meant in the last few hundred years.”
    “If it ain’t broke…This weapon’s saved my life many a time.”
    “How many have you killed with it?”
    A shadow crossed over his face. “Too many.” Seeming to give himself a shake, he held it up. “Now this is a double-edged greatsword. It’s made to cut through armor and cleave a man in two.”
    “You really still use one of those?”
    “Guns are pretty useless on us, as you saw when I was saving your life like a champ two nights ago.” He handed it to her. “It’s quite a bit bigger than most swords. So it might be difficult for you to maneuver—”
    She easily lifted it with one hand, held it out at eye level to check its lines, then made an effortless circular slash.
    “Ah, not too heavy, then. But pay attention to the handle—it’s made for you to hold it with both hands, like in a batter’s grip.” He moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her sides to place her hands. “Like this.”
    “Are you going to smell my hair again?” she said sharply, irritated that she still reacted to his closeness.
    “Can I help that your hair attracts males? Yet you act like it’s my fault. Now choke up a bit on your grip. That’s it. Get a feel for it. We’re going to swing it slowly right, then left,” he said, guiding her movements.
    With each second she grew more comfortable holding the intimidating weapon.
    “A little history while you accustom yourself,” he said, his mouth