Sin Undone (Demonica #5)
Page 46“A janitor found you,” Shade said. “How are you doing?”
I’m sleeping in a freaking nursery and I miss Con. “Peachy.” She scrubbed her eyes with the heel of her palm. “Any news? On the vaccine?”
Lore nodded. “E was up all night working on it, and the R-XR even allowed Wraith to bring specialists from USAMRIID into the hospital to help.”
“They’ll be mind-wiped, of course,” Shade said.
Sin sipped the coffee, hissed when it burned her tongue. “What’s going on with the warg war and the military action against them?” Lore whistled, loud and long. “The last few hours have been f**ked-up. The war is dragging a lot of different demon species into it. Some that are loyal to the borns, some who are loyal to the turneds, and some who just like to fight. Both sides have hired mercs, too.”
Shade nodded. “It’s already getting messy and spilling over into the human world. The Aegis is working overtime on damage control, but people are seeing shit they shouldn’t be seeing. Religious fanatics are screaming about the end of the world, governments are trying to deflect, but it won’t be long before someone catches something on video and it ends up on the Internet or some crap.”
“What’s going on with the R-XR?”
Shade growled. “Arik, that bastard, is holed up in my cave and won’t leave.” He clenched his fists as though imagining his brother-in-law’s neck in them. “And Runa won’t let me kill him.” “That’s too bad,” Sin said, but Shade totally missed the sarcasm and nodded.
Lore rolled his eyes. “Shade’s cave is filling up, between Arik, Luc, Kar…”
“Good thing I have the cave set up for a warg shift,” Shade muttered. “Kar’s Feast shifts are insane.”
“Luc mentioned that Feast wargs are bigger and stronger.”
Shade snorted. “No shit. She nearly tore the hooks out of the stone. It would have been better to put her in Runa’s cage at our house, but it’s not safe yet.” “So the R-XR and The Aegis are still trying to exterminate the wargs?”
“Until E starts the vaccinations, yeah,” Shade said. “He’s hoping to start testing today.” “Are Con, Wraith, and Eidolon still in trouble with the Carceris?”
“Eidolon and Wraith will be fine.” Shade patted his BDU chest pocket and pulled out a pack of gum. “They’d have risked a lot more to make sure you were safe.”
She shouldn’t ask. She really shouldn’t. The fact that her brothers hadn’t mentioned Con’s name should be a warning sign. But then, she’d never been one to obey signs or take hints. “What about Con?” she blurted, her heart pounding wildly, because at this point, she needed to let him go. She’d go back to her den and back to her life, and he’d go back to being a paramedic and dealing with his dhampire clan stuff.
But she really, really couldn’t bear the thought of sleeping with someone else. Or of being alone. Shade’s expression shuttered, and her lungs struggled to take in a breath. “What about him?” “Is he… is he here right now? Working?”
“No.” Shade revealed nothing in his voice or his eyes, but Lore had a tell when he was nervous, and the way his left pinky flexed totally gave him away.
“What’s going on?” she growled. “And don’t BS me.”
The boys glanced at each other, and after a little shuffling of their feet, Lore said, “He left for Scotland.” “He’s not coming back,” Shade said. “He quit.”
“Oh my God.” Her heart jerked painfully against her ribs. “He wouldn’t quit. He loves it here.” “Dunno what to tell you. His clan will perform some sort of ritual tonight that’ll bind him to them.”
“No.” Her dazed mind refused to believe he’d leave the hospital. Sure, she’d planned to stay away from here, but some small part of her had taken comfort in knowing that if she did come back, he’d be here. Even if they couldn’t be together, he’d be here. “I’ll go to him. Talk him out of it.” And jump his bones while she was at it.
“Sin,” Lore sighed, “it’s too dangerous.”
“I don’t care about my safety!”
Shade stiffened. “We do. If you haven’t figured that out by now—”
“I know.” Her voice was soft, but firm, a copy of Con’s soothing medic voice she’d somehow learned. “But I really can take care of myself.”
“But Idess can’t,” Lore said, and then he winced, closed his eyes as if he just realized what he’d said.
“What? What do you mean, Idess can’t? Dammit, bro, what the hell is going on?” Lore and Shade exchanged glances, and she wanted to scream. Stomp her feet. Throw a little-girl temper tantrum because they were certainly treating her like she was a delicate tot. “I swear, I’m going to knock your heads together so hard you’ll be hearing tweeting finches for a year. Now tell me!”
She shoved to her feet. “Well?”
Lore sighed. “Your assassins went after Idess.”
She felt all the blood drain from her face. “What happened?”
“Marcel tried to take her off the streets of Rome a couple of days ago. It was nothing I couldn’t handle, but Idess is human now, and she’s vulnerable.” Sin sagged back down into the rocker. “Fuck. I’m so sorry Lore.” He took her hand, squeezed her fingers, and in that one gentle gesture, there was more love than she’d ever felt from him. Not because it hadn’t been there, but because she could finally see it.
She’d been so blind. So stupid! Sin clutched Lore’s hand like a lifeline. “I’ll fix this. I swear I’ll fix it.” Lore narrowed his eyes at her. “What have you got planned?”
Sweat dampened her temples. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Why do I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me?”
“Because you’re paranoid.” She paused, her brain working overtime to process everything she’d just been told. “Marcel worked with Lycus a lot. Do you think he was involved in Idess’s attack?” “I didn’t see him. But if he was involved…”
“Yeah, I know. I’m out of here.”
He wanted to argue; Sin knew it. But he was still working off the guilt he felt for leaving her so long ago, something she’d been content to let slide for all these years. Shame burned her cheeks, and she swore that after this, she would do whatever it took to finally release him from the obligation he felt for her. She’d been so wrong to let him continue to try to make it up to her, when he’d made up a thousand times over.
Now it was her turn to make it up to him.
Sin was greeted at the den by scowls, growls, and curses. Not the vulgar kind; the actual, may-yourbile-sacs-explode-and-poison-you-to-death kind. “I love you guys, too,” she’d called out as she stalked down the dark hallways to the throne room. Once inside, she collapsed against the door, her breathing fast and heavy, her hands shaking like a rookie on her first kill mission.
What the hell? She’d been rock solid for a hundred years, and she’d expected to get back to the den and immediately shift back into the assassin mode that had kept her sane—and alive—for so long.
She couldn’t stop thinking about Con, wondering what she was going to say to him when she saw him. She probably wouldn’t say anything at first. Her primary goal at this point was to get him inside her. Her brain was rapidly turning to a hormone mush, and any arguments she tried to form for getting him to go back to UG were interrupted by images of him na**d.
Sunil finally appeared, and he approached warily, moving like a cat caught out in the open. If he had a tail, it would be twitching madly.
“Hey, boss.” As always, his voice was a deep rumble, his words precise.
She cut to the chase, not wanting to be here for one second longer than necessary. “My assassins wanted me dead.” “Yes,” he said sadly. “People are angry. We need work, and we need it badly.”
“I know,” she said, sinking into the chair. “I’ve been a terrible master.”
His ears twitched the way they did when he was uncomfortable. “Not terrible. Just too nice.” She gave a startled laugh. “That’s something no one has ever said about me.”
“Glad I could be the first.” He cocked his head and studied her. “So why am I here?” “First, I need to know who has been trying to kill me.”
“Everyone,” Sunil said simply.
Sin shifted, winced at the poke of some creature’s finger bone in her butt. “Including you?”
“Yes.” His brown cheeks darkened with a blush of crimson, and his nervousness was now fully explained. She had the right to torture or put down every assassin who had tried to kill her. “You know I like you, Sin, but I have a family to feed.”
“I know. I wouldn’t have respected you if you hadn’t tried.” Oh, the assassin code was interesting, wasn’t it?
“So,” Sunil prompted. “Am I here to be tortured? The Peelers have been anticipating your return.” She shuddered. Those unholy, eyeless demons lived for torture. They were also bound to the den, so Sin hadn’t found a way to get rid of them. “I want you to take over as assassin master.” His golden eyes flared, the pupils elongating and then rounding out again. “You can’t be serious.” “Very.”