Immortals After Dark 09 - Pleasure of a Dark Prince

he’d ever kept.
    The cabin door opened.

TWENTY-THREE

    Garreth found her on the balcony. At once, her slim shoulders stiffened.
    As he crossed to her, he marveled again that she was in his keeping at last. He’d pursued her for so long, he had a hard time believing it.
    Tonight, he hadn’t wanted to let her out of his sight, but his Instinct had been screaming that his mate was in danger.
    He’d just confirmed how much.
    Joining her outside, he leaned his forearms on the rail, gazing out at the nighttime scene. With the dense forest closing in all around them, they might as well be in a canyon—a green-walled canyon. Low storm clouds were back building, only adding to that claustrophobic sense.
    How he remembered this place. How he’d hoped to forget it.
    Finally she turned to him, with her lovely face wan, her expression strained.
    “When was the last time you slept?” he asked. After the previous punishing year, he felt like arse. He couldn’t imagine how she felt or how she pushed herself like this.
    “A week ago, I think.” Immortals could easily go a couple of days without sleep, but a week was rough. He knew this well—he’d been up for nearly a dozen days.
    She’d showered and washed her hair. Now it smelled faintly sweet, like jasmine. “Showering without me, Valkyrie? Last night
that
will be happening.” And she’d dressed fully again. “Do you think a few extra garments will keep me from my aim?”
    “I think I’m not going to be awaiting you in my skimpy lingerie.”
    “Maybe no’
yet
.” Before she could protest, he said, “You need to tell me about whatever little mission you’re on. Because you’re being followed. Seems quite a few Loreans doona want you to reach whatever you need to ‘attend to.’ So now it’s time for you to answer my questions.”
    “Forget it, MacRieve.”
    “You’ll blindly ignore that you’re in danger?”
    “Because
you
say so? Oh wait, how did you put it in the meeting? We’re in danger because we’re in the Amazon. Wow, that specific? Really, I better protect myself from…
the rascally Amazon
.”
    “Lousha, I slew two demon assassins just today in Iquitos—they had their swords raised in an alley you were about to sprint by.” He’d nigh missed this boat because of all the beheading he’d had to do in town.
    “Then all the better that I’m on the river.”
    He gave a harsh laugh. “No’ quite. You see, I’ll be forcibly removing you from the vessel at the earliest opportunity.”
    “What?”
Visibly making an effort to calm herself, she said, “MacRieve, let’s be reasonable about this. What threat on board has you acting like this?”
    “For one, there’s Dr. Clarence Ogilvie Schecter—”
    She raised a hand to stop him. “And how would you know his middle name?”
    When he hiked his shoulders, her face lit with an expression of dawning realization. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You snooped through their things?”
    He’d do that and more to keep her safe. “Aye, while they were upstairs drinking beers.” Turning to the bed inside, he dropped his body and the case atop it. “I dinna want you to feel that you were being singled out for my invasions of privacy.” At her glare, he added, “I’m a Lykae—if I get curious, I investigate. It’s what we do. So anyway, ole Schecter told us he’s no’ studying megafauna?”
    “He is?”
    “Oh, aye. He’s hunting a goddamned megacaiman.”
    “What is that, and what does it have to do with me?”
    “Schecter plans to
trap
a four-ton caiman with this rickety old bark—no’ merely to document one. He’s got that ‘sonic lure’—patent bluidy pending—and enough tranquilizer to make even your glowing sister happy.”
    “Now, that
is
good to know,” she said, tapping her chin. “But it’s still not enough to worry me.”
    “Ah, but what about Rossiter? He says he’s hunting for cures, but he’s only interested in one—for Fatal Insomnia Syndrome.”
    “What is that?”
    “From what I could tell from his papers, it’s anextremely rare genetic disorder. Basically, you lose the ability to sleep. You stay awake until you eventually die.”
    “What does this have to do with me?”
    “Doc Rossiter’s studying it—because he’s dying from it. So he’s out here with nothing to lose. He’s completely rogue, searching for some rare orchid he believes will hold the cure for the disease.”
    “First of all, isn’t it always an orchid? And second of