Immortals After Dark 06 - Dark Desires After Dusk

it was locking the vehicles together in a tangle of jagged metal. She set down the sword, then grasped the contraption to see if she might budge it.
    She pulled up on it with all her might, bewildered to see that she was raising the freaking truck—
    The winch tore free in a rush. Pain lashed across her arm as she dropped it. “Damn!” Her gaze shot down. The serrated metal had sliced her arm to the bone.
    She tore off the hem of her sweater, knotting it over the wound. She’d definitely need stitches, but couldn’t worry about that now….
    When she returned for Cadeon, he was unconscious. Her heart lurched, even when she knew he couldn’t die like this.
    Or could he?
    Had some immortal out there actually tested poisoned fey arrows for a contraindication with limb-melting burns?
    After she’d gotten him and their things into the truck, she climbed in. Putting it in reverse, she eased back, extricating them from the frame of the million-dollar-plus car.
    Without the prop of the truck, the Veyron folded in on itself like one of Cade’s Red Bull cans….

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    T aking the demon brew away from the demon when he was burned, poisoned, and laid out naked in a bathtub was clearly ill-advised.
    “Give me back my goddamned flask!” he bellowed, his words echoing in the motel room’s tiny bathroom.
    Wringing another wet cloth over him, she said, “You don’t have any fingers to hold it with anyway.”
    Like a little boy, he shoved the two wrinkly fingers he’d managed to regenerate in front of her face.
    “Fine,” she sighed. When she handed the flask over, he snatched it to his chest. “You had better be careful,” Holly began in a serene tone, “I’ve heard that stuff takes a while to hit.”
    “Bugger—off.”
    She let that slide, knowing it had to be killing a proud male like Cadeon to be vulnerable like this.
    “You should’ve left me…in the goddamned truck.”
    “You are officially the surliest male I’ve ever met.”
    “And you’re treating me like I’m really hurt,” he said, an inane statement, considering that half of the flesh from his waist up was still gone.
    On the way to find a nondescript motel where she could hide the stolen truck, Holly had noticed that his skin would seem to be on the path to regeneration, but then he would sweat out more poison. His waxy flesh would well up again.
    Once she’d secured a room, she’d ignored his grumbling as she’d removed what was left of his burned clothing, then led him to the bathtub.
    After filling the room’s ice bucket with both ice and water to dip a cloth in, she knelt beside him, gently wringing the chill water over his skin. She kept her eyes averted from his privates—almost without fail.
    The poison had a bluish tint to it that rinsed away easily enough. If only it didn’t keep coming back.
    The pain must be agonizing.
    “Why’re you being…so nice to me?” he asked gruffly, raising the flask, drinking deep.
    “Because you are hurt, and you need help.”
    “Not ’cause of what I told you?” he said.
    Well, there was that. His admission had thrown her. It brought a whole new layer to whatever they had between them, an aspect of permanence to a flirtation.
    All his advances hadn’t been merely because the job had put her in his path. He’d sought her out, then had volunteered to protect her.
    “Not only because of what you said.” She dipped the cloth again, wringing it over his chest.
    By the time the flask was empty, his skin was finally free of any blue tint and had begun regenerating before her eyes. By morning he should be completely healed.
    Reminded of her own injury, she unraveled the makeshift bandage over her arm. Then stared in astonishment. The skin was already mending.
    If I chose to stay a Valkyrie, I could keep this healing ability….
    She frowned. Or I could be burned alive by demons because I’m the Vessel.
    “I think you’re all clear,” she said. “Let’s get you to bed.” She helped him stand, then held his swaying form steady as she wrapped a towel around his waist—not that he was modest. The only thing he seemed discomfited about was being injured.
    “Can you sit upright?” she asked when they reached the bed.
    “One of the first things…I learned as a pup.”
    “Okay, I’m going to get a compress for your forehead.” Yet, as soon as she released him, he collapsed back on his burns, hissing in a breath. “Cadeon! Here…,” she said, helping him stretch out over the length of