Lords of the Underworld Book 9 - Page 73

Galen’s home.

He and Fox were seated at their kitchen table, piles of guns and ammo spilled out around them. They were polis.h.i.+ng metal, checking clips, fitting bullets.

Wrath growled, but didn’t say anything.

Galen looked upset. Fox looked strung-out. Her nostrils flared, and she sniffed, hard, and then her head was whipping around. Her gaze landed on Sienna and she jumped to her feet, about to lurch in Sienna’s direction, obviously craving another taste of her.

With a flick of her wrist, Sienna willed the female to the very table where Sienna herself had been snacked on, chaining her there.

Galen jolted to his feet, his chair skidding behind him. “You!”

“Me.”

“I want my women back. Legion and Fox.”

“And I want you to release Legion from her vow to you.”

“Never.”

“I thought you’d say that.” She glided over and eased into Fox’s seat. He made no aggressive moves toward her, but then, he knew what she could do now.

Maybe she should have killed him for all the wrongs he’d committed. But most of his Hunters were dead, decimated in the battle, so perhaps he’d suffered enough. Also, she didn’t want his demon loose, like Greed, who had belonged to Cronus, and Strife, who belonged to Rhea, the two now out there somewhere, no doubt plaguing the world.

“As you know, the Unspoken Ones were bound to Cronus. Now that he’s dead, they are free. I tried to keep them chained, but by the time I realized who and what they are, that I, too, could bind them, they were long gone.” Her gaze was piercing. “They want your blood, Galen. They want it bad. They’ll be coming after you hard-core.” And really, she was surprised they hadn’t gotten to him already. “Do you really want to put Legion in that kind of situation? That kind of danger?”

A long moment pa.s.sed. His answer would reveal his true feelings for the girl.

His shoulders sagged. He sank back into his seat. “No. I do not.”

He cared for her, Sienna realized. Truly cared for the girl.

“I…release her,” he gritted out. “Release Legion from her vow to remain with me, obey me.”

Double wow, but she didn’t comment. She didn’t know what to say. So she moved them on to their next order of business. “You have something I want.”

He didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “The Cloak of Invisibility.”

“Yes.”

“It’s mine. Mine.”

How she wished she could make him give her the artifact, but free will was a greater power than what bubbled inside her. Whatever Cronus had told her, that’s why he’d worked so hard to convince her to do what he wanted. Immortal or not, king or not, you messed with free will, and you would be punished. Severely. She was pretty sure that’s why she had ultimately defeated him. Because he’d taken hers, he’d lost his own in turn.

“What will it take to convince you to give me the Cloak?” she asked. She’d learned a thing or two about bargaining.

His eyes narrowed on her. “Protection. You must protect me from the Unspoken Ones.”

And wouldn’t the Lords just love that? “For a year,” she said.

“Eternity.”

“Two years.”

“Eternity.”

“One year,” she said, her own eyes narrowing.

He popped his jaw. “Very well. Two years of protection. Maybe in that time, I’ll kill you and take those kingly powers for myself. Protect myself.”

By that time, she would have found Pandora’s box, but she didn’t tell him that. “Make a play for me, Galen, and you’ll find yourself in a special prison for immortals for the next two years.”

He paled.

Yeah. He caught her drift. He’d be rotting next to the Greeks he’d once betrayed. “Give me the Cloak.”

His motions jerky, he pulled a small square of gray material from his pant pocket and tossed it at her. “There. Yours.”

There was no time to bask in her victory.

“Sienna!”

She heard Paris’s bellow across the vast distance between them. Her cheeks flushed with pleasure as she stuffed the tiny, folded Cloak in her bodice. He was awake! “Gotta go,” she said, and willed herself back inside her bedroom.

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

PARIS WAS JUST ABOUT TO GO on a rampage when his woman appeared beside the bed. He caught his breath and fell back against the pillows. Her dark hair tumbled over one shoulder. She wore a gown threaded with gold and emerald, jewels sparkling in the material. Her hair was brushed to a luxurious mahogany s.h.i.+ne. Those black wings arced over her shoulders.

She had never looked more beautiful.

He sighed with happiness as she threw herself on top of him. “I’m so glad you’re awake!”

Her slight weight settled on him, her hair creating a curtain that made them the only two people in the world. He rejoiced. They belonged together.

“Is it true you’re now the boss of us?”

She snorted. “You have such a way with words. But yeah, I am kind of the boss of you. t.i.tans kept appearing out of nowhere to pay their respects, and I finally had to make a royal decree for s.p.a.ce.”

Queen Sienna. He liked it. “I guess that makes me King Paris.”

A tinkling laugh escaped her. “I’ve always known you were destined for greatness.”

“I’ll get to boss my boys around, of course.”

“Of course.”

He grinned, so d.a.m.n happy he could burst. “I knew you’d bring me back, baby. So, am I an undead soul?”

She lifted her head, a soft smile lighting her delicate features. “No, you’re very much alive, and you still have your demon.”

Yeah, he could feel the b.a.s.t.a.r.d waking up, stretching, demanding Sienna, only Sienna. s.e.x wasn’t after random grind anymore. The demon had embraced Sienna and all the different facets of her personality, and didn’t want to lose her. She was their lottery ticket.

Maintaining his grip on her with one hand, he patted himself down with the other. No injuries. He was completely healed. “What happened up there?”

She kissed his cheek, his neck. “After you pa.s.sed out and I flipped my ever-loving lid, Zacharel calmed me down and told me about my new status and abilities. He also gave me a vial of water from the River of Life. For a price. I gave you and all the Lords a sip and you guys have been healing ever since.”

“What price?” he asked.

“Well, all along the angels have wanted me in the heavens, helping them with their war. I told him that I was willing to help, but I wouldn’t be living there. I will stay with you. If you’ll have me. Except, we do have to stay up there for a few weeks so I can learn how to use my new powers. There’s where I was just now. And I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“I love when you ramble. But did you really just say the words if you’ll have me?” He couldn’t help himself. He kissed her hard and fast, staking his claim. “I will have you today and every other. And I will help you help the angels. And yes, I will go with you, wherever you need to go.”

A relieved breath left her. “I’m glad. Oh, and just in case it comes up, the darkness inside of you is now inside of me, too.”

“What?” He sputtered, paled. “I’m sorry, so sorry. I didn’t—”

“Don’t worry about it…husband.”

Everything stilled inside him. His heart, his lungs, the synapses in his brain. “You know I married you?”

“Of course.” A sly smile lifted her lips. “I know a whole lot of stuff now. Like, world-changing stuff.”

“World-changing, smorld-changing. You’re okay with being bound to me forever? Because I get the impression it’s not a two-sided marriage until you say so.”

“I’m saying so, and I’m better than okay with it.”

He so loved this woman. “Good, because I feel the same. Wife.”

Her smile quivered as if she were fighting tears. She told him about Arca, and rather than displaying his customary guilt and shame because of his past actions, he kissed her tenderly. She loved him, too, and she had forgiven him. She saw the best in him.

“Thank you,” he said. “With all of my heart, thank you.”

“Welcome. Now, back to the darkness,” she said, probably trying for a business tone but failing. His woman was a softie, a Twinkie with a cream filling, and he loved that, too. “Wrath feeds on it, and that helps keep him calm. And you know what that means, right? We’re perfect for each other in every way.”

“I so agree with that. We’re a family, you and me, and I love you more than I can ever say.”

“That’s good, because that’s how much I love you.”

He planted a quick kiss on her mouth. Anything more, and he’d be all over her before he had all the information he needed. “So where are we right now?”

A wicked glint in her eyes as she said, “Back in the Realm of Blood and Shadows. All the Lords but Kane are here. Amun and Haidee found him, fought for him, but then they lost him again somehow. But don’t worry, I’m on the case now. I’ll find him once and for all. And I’m, uh, kind of a big deal.”

He grinned.

“Now, on to the next topic. I want to show you something,” she said. Rolling to her side but remaining within his embrace, she swirled her hand in the air above them. s.h.i.+mmers of light, a thickening of the particles, and then colors bloomed around a mist.

He saw Baden. Red hair, muscled body.

Joy and grief bloomed inside him.

He saw Pandora. Black hair, leanly honed body.

Guilt and shame.

He saw Cronus. Brown hair, muscled body.

Smugness.

He saw Rhea. Black hair, slender body.

Vindication.

Their mouths were moving, but he couldn’t hear them. They stood between thick, white pillars in a temple.

“I’m dead,” Sienna said, “but I live. So I can do what even Cronus could not when he had the throne. I can travel there. I can talk to them. And I think I can even get your Baden back.”