Bound By Darkness Part 19

"There, now we can talk in private, Duke, starting with why you were watching me and Ms. Willis Sat.u.r.day night. That was you who took a shot at us with the paint-ball gun, wasn't it?"

Duke managed a quick nod. "I was told to. Watch her, that is."

Larem's nostrils flared, as if scenting the air for a lie. "By whom?"

"The e-mail was anonymous." That much was true. He wasn't about to drag Rusty's name into this.

Hunter moved into sight. "And you do whatever stupid thing some unknown person tells you to do? G.o.d, I would've thought even a guard would be smarter than that."

Okay, he might be about to die, but that kind of crack was exactly what had Duke p.i.s.sed off at the whole organization. He glared at the Paladin staring at him from behind Larem's shoulder.

"Yeah, that's right, Fitzsimon. Act all superior if you want to, but we're the ones who actually die when his kind decide it's time to party on our side of the barrier. We don't get second chances."

The sword point pressed closer, making it difficult for Duke to swallow without getting cut. How could he breathe, much less think, with that pale, ice-cold gaze on him? He closed his eyes and waited, frantically praying for deliverance.

When nothing happened, he pried one eye open to find Larem looking back at Hunter, his sword down at his side. What was going on?

"Call Devlin and tell him we have a present for him."

When Hunter stepped away and pulled out his cell phone, Larem turned back to Duke. "This is your lucky day, Duke. You can't say you didn't get a second chance now, can you? The good news is that I don't kill cowards. The bad news is that you will be spending some quality time with Devlin Bane. You should know that he hates people sneaking around behind his back, and that's what you and your buddies have been doing. Isn't that right?"

Duke felt like one of those d.a.m.n bobble-head dolls as he nodded. G.o.d, Devlin Bane was going to kick his a.s.s from one end of Seattle to the other, but that was still better than facing Larem any longer.

"Even more, he hates men who bully women, but not as much as I do."

Then with a move too fast to track, the sword was back at Duke's throat, this time cutting into his skin deep enough to hurt like h.e.l.l. Warm blood trickled down Duke's neck; he ignored it, not wanting to provoke Larem any further.

"Again, you owe Ms. Willis an apology, but I'll tell her for you. Because, Duke, if you ever-ever-go near her again, I will finish what we've started here today. You can pa.s.s the message along to your anonymous friend for me, too. Got that?"

Duke bobble-headed it again. The last thing he saw was Larem's fist flying straight for his jaw. It connected before he could duck, and then all he knew was darkness and pain.

Larem stood over the pathetic lump of humanity, feeling just as disgusted with himself as he was with Duke. The world would be far better off without such sc.u.m in it, but he couldn't bring himself to end the b.a.s.t.a.r.d's life. One reason was that Devlin would not be happy to learn there was some kind of conspiracy going on, only to find out that Larem had permanently silenced their only lead.

Another reason Duke still breathed was that Larem's own sense of honor didn't allow him to prey on the weak and helpless. And Duke certainly fit that description. Larem had to give the fool credit for at least picking up the sword and trying to defend himself.

But finally, Larem had spared Duke because of Sasha. She would not easily forgive him if he had avenged her honor by killing the obnoxious fool. Larem figured there was a fifty-fifty chance he'd come to regret showing mercy, but he'd deal with that when the time came.

Hunter hovered nearby. "You did the right thing, but I would've backed your play either way."

The G.o.ds had truly blessed Larem by guiding his footsteps to cross paths with the Paladin. Hunter and Lonzo had both offered him unconditional friends.h.i.+p, a gift he cherished.

"I know."

Kneeling down at Duke's side, he held his hand out over the cut that was still bleeding, although more sluggishly than before. Closing his eyes, he shut out the world and withdrew into the center of his mind and softly chanted the words of healing. The power surged as the magic chose to do its work on the first try.

Finally, the last few words faded into the silence as Larem stood back up. His friend reached out to steady him, well aware that the magic took its toll, especially when Larem was already tired to begin with.

He immediately sensed they were no longer alone. Lonzo had returned with reinforcements.

"Devlin."

A faint hint of a familiar perfume told him that Devlin hadn't come alone. "Sasha."

Sighing, he turned to face the pair. "He's all yours, Devlin. Hunter can fill you in on the details."

The Paladin leader studied the body slumped against the wall. "h.e.l.l, from what Lonzo told me, I expected to be burying the b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

Hunter and Lonzo laughed, but Sasha didn't look at all amused. In fact, she looked ready to explode. She stepped past Larem as if he weren't even there to stand over Duke's body.

When she spotted the blood, her face turned ashen. "For G.o.d's sake, Larem, what did you do? Someone call for a medical team."

"Belay that order." Devlin squatted down to check Duke's injuries. "He's not badly hurt. Nothing an ice pack and a couple of aspirin won't cure."

After using the hem of the man's own s.h.i.+rt to wipe away some of the blood, Devlin shot Larem a questioning look. He shrugged, not wanting to discuss his reasons for undoing some of the damage he'd caused the guard.

"Lonzo, you and Hunter drag Duke downstairs to first aid. Laurel can check him over when she gets here."

The two warriors strong-armed Duke up off the floor and wrapped his arms across their broad shoulders. They half-carried, half-dragged the unconscious guard down the hall and out of sight. They weren't being particularly careful with how they handled him, an unspoken show of support for Larem that he appreciated. When they were gone, Larem picked up Lonzo's sword and waited for the storm to break. It didn't take long.

Devlin spread his feet and crossed his arms over his chest. It seemed that they were about to get a demonstration of his famous hot temper. Fine, he could unleash his wrath on Larem if he wanted to, but he'd better watch his mouth around Sasha.

"Okay, which one of you two want to explain to me what the h.e.l.l happened here?"

Sasha's mouth was a straight slash as she threw back her shoulders, ready to do battle. Obviously she'd thought she'd be the one demanding answers rather than giving them.

"Your questions can wait, Devlin. Right now, I want to hear what Larem thought he was accomplis.h.i.+ng by attacking a guard. I had already told them they were suspended and, pending review, possibly fired."

This was definitely not the time to be laughing. However, it was pretty d.a.m.n funny watching a mountain of a man face off against a wisp of a woman and come out on the losing end of a glaring contest.

Right now, Larem would put his money on Sasha, but it would be better for all concerned if he drew their attention back to himself. He addressed his remarks directly to Devlin, hoping it would help him suppress the powerful emotions threatening to resurface as he recalled the events that had led him to this point in time.

"After I finished my bouts down below, I happened to look up and spotted Sasha watching from that window on the far end. When she turned to look at someone standing near her, I noticed her expression go from curious to worried, which led me to think that she was in danger."

She just had to contradict him. "I was handling it. And I was angry, not scared. You overreacted."

"I would dispute that, but if you say you were just angry, fine. Human emotions are not always clear to us poor aliens. Hunter and Lonzo accompanied me to offer their support if needed."

Ignoring how she flinched at the reminder of his heritage, he picked up where he'd left off. "Three of the guards had her cornered and were insulting her. Then Duke pushed her too far, and Sasha kneed the b.a.s.t.a.r.d. He shoved her against the wall and was preparing to hit her when we arrived."

Devlin was nodding. "Sounds like you handled this about right, although I'm also guessing there's something you're not telling me."

Larem reluctantly continued. If he went much further with the explanation, Devlin would figure out there was more to Larem and Sasha's relations.h.i.+p than either of them wanted him to know. All Larem could do was tread carefully.

"Duke had been spying on Sasha for an anonymous party. Seems he's not happy with things around here."

It would be too much to ask that Devlin stop there. But no, the man was like one of those hounds Dr. Isaac had told Larem about, the kind that stuck to a trail no matter what.

"And if Duke was spying on you, Sasha, care to share what he might have seen?"

Then he shot a suspicious look in Larem's direction when he added, "Or who?"

"Stop right there, Devlin." Larem stepped between Sasha and the Paladin. "It's enough for you to know that Lonzo and I offered to give her a ride back after the barbecue Sat.u.r.day night. When Lonzo got your call to report in, he dropped the two of us off outside her hotel. While we were standing on the sidewalk, Duke shot at us with a paint ball, although we didn't know it was him at the time. I'm also sure that he followed me as I walked home."

"And what time was that?"

Sasha's cheeks turned pink, answering Devlin's real question even as she tried to deflect it. "How is that pertinent? I'd suggest you concentrate on finding out what Duke was up to."

"Fine, we'll play it your way." Devlin poked his finger toward Larem. "You and I will talk later. For now, go home and lie low. I know where to find you if I need you."

Then he walked off, leaving Larem alone with Sasha, perhaps not the best of ideas. As tired as he was, the last thing he wanted right now was another confrontation, especially with her.

As soon as Devlin was out of sight, Sasha turned her attention to Larem. But before she could say a word, he held up a hand to forestall her.

"Sasha, can we not do this now? Hunter and Lonzo are waiting for me."

She was already shaking her head as she mimicked Devlin's earlier stance, arms crossed, feet firmly planted. "Tough. They can wait."

If she wanted to do this now, fine. He crossed to the window and yelled down, "Lonzo! Hunter! Go on without me. I'll catch up with you later."

Then he set down both swords and leaned his back against the wall, his arms crossed just like hers.

"So what do you want to talk about?" he asked, careful not to laugh when she stomped her foot in frustration.

She flung her hands out to the sides. "Darn it, Larem, don't be a fool. I know you better than that. What were you thinking, confronting three guards like that?"

After seeing him fight, did she really think he couldn't handle three humans by himself? He pushed away from the wall and glared at her. "I was never in any danger. On his best day, not one of those guards could outfight a Kalith warrior."

She rolled her eyes. "You think I don't know that? But what if they'd pulled a gun? No matter how fast you are with that sword, you can't outsmart a bullet."

That she was worried about his safety pleased him. "So then what's the problem? Those men were clearly out of line."

"It's enough that they'll be suspended and maybe even fired, but you had to resort to violence. Don't you think that was a bit extreme?"

No, he didn't. It was bad enough what they'd said about Hunter, but Duke's behavior toward Sasha was unforgivable. "Duke had to be punished for what he said about you, about us. I am a Blademate to a Sworn Guardian, Sasha. It is my life's purpose to protect those I care about. I would not be worthy of the t.i.tle if I were to let sc.u.m like Duke insult the woman I-"

Whoa, going too far with that. "If I hadn't challenged him, Hunter or Lonzo would have. It was my duty and my honor to do so. Duke should count his blessings that he still breathes. And if you think Devlin or Trahern would've handled the situation any differently had their females been involved, you don't know them very well."

Sasha was so out of her depth right now. This man had already killed once to protect her and almost did so again. How was she supposed to deal with something like that? Part of her wanted nothing to do with a man capable of such violence, but she also felt grateful. That he was equally capable of amazing tenderness and pa.s.sion only served to confuse her even more.

She made the only choice that made sense. "I can't do this."

"Then don't. We've already made that decision. If Duke hadn't stuck his nose in our business, we wouldn't even be having this conversation, especially if you'd stayed away from here in the first place. I don't remember anyone inviting you to join today's festivities."

Larem leaned in closer, crowding her physically now as well as emotionally. She could've told him not to bother. After spending her whole life surrounded by dominant men, she'd learned to stand her ground or be trampled in the process.

Drawing on all the authority she could muster, she let him have it. "I'm in charge around here, or hadn't you noticed? I have every right to observe anything that goes on, even if it's a bunch of boneheaded men playing games."

Larem laughed, but it had nothing to do with humor. "You may pay the bills, Sasha, but that's not the same as running the place. Devlin is the one whose word is law. Without his support, you would get nowhere with all the changes you seem so hot on making. And those games you refer to help ensure your Paladins have the necessary skills to survive."

His words slammed into her. "This conversation is going nowhere. You go hang out with your friends. I'll go do my job. It's been nice." She started to walk away but didn't get far.

"I'll show you nice."

One powerful arm lifted her up off her feet while Larem's free hand drew her leg up around his waist. Somehow, her other one needed no encouragement from him to follow suit. Her skirt rode high around her thighs, leaving only the thin silk of her panties between her and Larem's trousers. The full contact with his body burned straight through her, making her all too aware of the emptiness inside her. An emptiness that only this man could fill.

She tangled her fingers in the black and silver silk of his hair and planted her mouth on his, demanding entry and offering no quarter.

He carried her to the corner that offered at least partial privacy from the windows that opened over the silent gym below. She applauded Larem's clear thinking, because at the moment all of her own thoughts were focused on getting as close to him as possible.

Her back b.u.mped up against the wall, momentarily jarring her out of her pa.s.sion-induced fog. What were they doing? What a stupid thing to ask when the answer was so obvious. The real questions were why they'd ended up in each other's arms again and how far was she willing to let this go.

Larem felt her hesitation and his hand froze, hovering at the elastic band of her panties. Once again he was offering her a last chance of refusal. They both knew this had to stop. This shouldn't happen.

"Hurry!" she whispered, before she regained her sanity.

He set her back down on her feet, fumbled with the b.u.t.tons on his fly, and then tore off her panties. Then she was right back against that same wall, with nowhere left to go but on the wild ride of hunger that drove them both.

When he slid into her, it was one of the most perfect moments in her life. And when she walked away from him a few minutes later, it was one of the worst.

Chapter 15.

Three weeks pa.s.sed, each day dragging by slower than the one before. After Larem's last talk with Devlin, he'd avoided spending much time around headquarters. The leader was seriously p.i.s.sed about Larem's involvement with Sasha in defiance of his previous order to stay away from her. Well, at least Devlin was finally getting what he wanted.

Duke's future with the organization was still up in the air. He was restricted to limited duty, and his activities were being closely monitored-not to mention his e-mails and phone calls. From all reports, he was abiding by the rules, but Larem suspected he was just waiting for the uproar to die down before trying something again.

Lonzo had promised to keep his ear to the ground for any rumors linking Sasha to Larem. So far, Duke and his two buddies were keeping their mouths shut on the subject. He was glad for her sake.

One good thing had come from that day, though. Craig had actually called, asking if Larem was still interested in giving him lessons. The young Paladin was on temporary a.s.signment down near Mount St. Helens, but they were scheduled to start upon his return. Until then, Larem was back to trying to find some meaning in his life. Lonzo had gone on the same mission and was due back any day. While he'd been gone, Larem had spent the long nights walking the streets of Seattle between sessions of studying Kalith healing.

The only bright spots were the hours he spent in the undemanding company of his four-legged friends at the animal clinic. He'd had several successes healing both the physical and emotional wounds suffered by Dr. Isaac's patients, but he knew his greatest victory was Chance.

The big dog was now trusted to wander free around the clinic for hours at a time, returning to his pen only to sleep or when there was another dog in the clinic who might go on the attack. His enthusiastic greeting every time Larem walked in the door helped hold the loneliness at bay.

On this particular morning Larem knelt down on one knee in front of Chance and gave the dog a good ear scratch. "Ready for your walk, boy?"

His happy whine and thumping tail were answer enough.