Immortals After Dark 10 - Demon From the Dark

yawned, the subject forgotten. "Are we going to go home now?"
    "We're going to do everything we can to get back. I promise you."
    Home. Back to the child's father? It struck him then that Carrow had a man, a sire for her offspring.
    'Twas one thing to know that she'd been with another male, but this reminder that one had planted his seed within her was too much.
    Jealousy scalded Malkom, and his claws drew blood from his palms. He wanted to hate this other man's get.
    But couldn't. The child reminded him too much of Carrow when she'd been young.
    Have I rescued them only to turn them over to some other man? One who hadn't protected them from this Order in the first place? One who'd given Carrow the baby she obviously adored?
    The male would want them back.
    Malkom's fangs sharpened. The male would die.
    Once the numbing cold of the water had worn off, Carrow's battered body and injured fingertips had grown agonizing. Her waterlogged boots were weights on her feet and her legs were like jelly. Still, Carrow carried Ruby while trying to keep up with Malkom.
    The girl had started drowsing against her shoulder, waking up in a rush, then falling back asleep.
    In the distance, the war continued with explosions of light and sound, the ground still vibrating beneath their feet. Bands of creatures passed too close for comfort, running or galloping, probably bent on marauding.
    They'd passed none of the witches' allies.
    The air around them was crisp and laden with fog. The air between Carrow and Malkom remained brittle and tense. What is he thinking about all this?
    His shoulder muscles bulged with tension beneath his black T-shirt. Earlier, she'd noticed that he was dressed in new clothes, and his horns had almost grown back. Now his injuries had faded.
    Beautiful, heroic male.
    He'd mentioned her promise of sex. Would he expect it later tonight?
    Carrow knew that she and the demon wouldn't just automatically go back to the way they'd been. But she'd hoped that once he understood why she'd had to betray him, his resentment would ease.
    It seemed to have been buried deep, simmering beneath the surface.
    Ruby finally fell asleep and remained that way. Her arms went limp, her face slack as it pressed against Carrow's shoulder.
    Carrow waited a few minutes, then murmured, "Thank you again, Malkom."
    At length, he grated in rough English, "You should have told me."
    "How? Besides, I had no idea how you'd react. If you'd refused ..."
    "You knew how I felt. About you. Likely, I would have done anything at that time."
    Felt. At that time. Past tense. "I never wanted to hurt you, but Ruby's life was on the line. Some things you just can't risk. If it makes any difference, they'd promised to release us." She met his eyes. "And I'd vowed to come back for you."
    "Should I believe that?" He looked like he wanted to.
    "Believe it or not, I wouldn't have stopped until I'd gotten you free."
    He gazed away. "Why did those mortals want me?"
    "I guess because you're unique in the Lore."
    "And their aim?"
    "They want to war with our kind, to stamp out immortals. We know very little about them. I was captured only three weeks ago."
    "You told the child you would try to take her home. Where is it?"
    "A place called New Orleans. Which must be very far from this island."
    "Island," he repeated thoughtfully. "Water all round. How big is the water to cross?"
    "Thousands of times bigger than your mountain."
    He slanted her a disbelieving look.
    "It's true ..." Hearing what sounded like a small plane taking off, she gazed up, holding her hand over her forehead to shield her eyes from the rain. She caught sight of a prop plane, and her heart fell. There goes a way home--
    Winged demons attacked it in the air. Dozens of them, all members of the Pravus, tore at its fuselage. The craft nosedived, crashing in the distance into a ball of flames.
    "Well, scratch that escape route." She worried her lip. And they absolutely had to escape.
    Although she felt safer with Malkom, there were still threats out here. He could defeat several opponents at a time, but maybe not a dozen demons, especially if they could trace. In other words, they were as much in danger now as when they'd been locked up.
    And the Order would doubtless send in reinforcements. From what Fegley had said, this organization of mortals was more far-reaching than she'd ever suspected. They weren't going to merely hand over their island.
    Worse than all this? La Dorada could still be here. Carrow