Dance with the Devil (Dark-Hunter #4)(25)
Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon

It made her melt.

Smiling to herself, she took him to a small stand where a lady was selling hot dogs and cotton candy. She bought an extra large bag and dug out a handful of the light, fluffy pink sugar, then offered it to him.

"Here you go. One bite and you’ll know what ambrosia tastes like."

Zarek reached for it, but she moved her hand out of his way. "I want to feed this to you."

Fury snapped in his eyes. "I’m not an animal to eat from your hand."

Her face fell at his words and her good humor was instantly dampened. "No, Zarek. You’re not an animal. You’re my lover and I want to care for you."

Zarek froze at her words as he stared at her lovely, sincere face.

Care for him?

A part of him snarled in anger at the idea, but another, alien part of himself jerked awake at her words.

It was a hungry part of him.

A yearning part. Needful.

A piece of him that he had sealed off and abandoned so long ago that he only vaguely recalled it.

Pull away.

He didn’t.

Instead, he forced himself to lean down and open his lips.

She smiled a smile that burned him even as the strange sugar evaporated inside his mouth.

She placed her hand against his cheek. "You see, it doesn’t hurt."

No, it didn’t. It felt warm and wonderful. Joyful, even.

But it was a dream.

He would wake up in a short while and he’d be cold again.

Alone.

The real Astrid wouldn’t offer him cotton candy and she wouldn’t hold him in the surf.

She would look at him with fear and suspicion on her precious face. She would be protected by a white wolf that hated him as much as he hated himself.

The real Astrid would never spend the time it took to tame him.

Not that it mattered. He had a death warrant out on him. He didn’t have time for the real Astrid.

Didn’t have time for anything other than basic survival. Which was whythis dream meant so much to him.

For once in his life, he’d had a good day. He only hoped that when he woke up, he’d remember it.

Astrid led him around the arcade, playing games and eating junk food Zarek told her he’d only read about online. Even though he never smiled, he was like a child in his curiosity.

"Try this one," she said, handing him a candy apple.

Astrid quickly learned eating candy apples with fangs wasn’t an easy thing to do.

When he finally managed a bite of it, she looked up expectantly. "Well?"

He swallowed it before he answered. "It’s good, but I don’t think I’m willing to repeat that experience. Not good enough to make up for all the work it takes to get to it."

She laughed as he tossed the apple into a large white garbage can.

She took him inside the arcade so that she could teach him to play Skee-Ball, one of her favorites. He was amazingly good at it.

"Where did you learn to throw like that?"

"I live in Alaska, princess, land of ice and snow. There’s not much difference between this and tossing a snowball."

She was surprised at that. She had a funny image in her mind of him playing in the snow, which would be completely out of character. "Who do you throw snowballs with?"

He rolled another ball up the ramp and into the center circle. "No one. I used to toss them at the bears so that they would get mad and come close enough for me to kill them."

"You killed little bears?"

He gave her a droll look. "They weren’t little, princess, I promise you. And unlike rabbits, you can make more than one meal off them and it doesn’t take as many hides to make a coat or blanket. In the dead of winter, there’s not a lot to eat. Most times before there were grocery stores it was either bear meat or starve."

Astrid’s chest tightened at his words. She’d known it wouldn’t be easy for him to survive, but what he described made her want to reach out and hold him close. "How did you kill them?"

"With my silver claws."

She was aghast. "You killed bears with a claw? Please tell me there are easier ways to do that. Spear, bow and arrow, gun?"

"It was long before guns, and besides, it wouldn’t have been fair to the bear. He couldn’t attack me from a distance. I figured he had claws and I had claws. Winner take all."

She shook her head in disbelief.

She had to give him credit, at least Zarek was sporting about it. "Didn’t you get hurt?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, then tossed another ball. "Better than starving. Besides, I’m used to being cut up." He gave her a mischievous look. "Want a bearskin rag, princess? I have quite a collection."

She didn’t find any humor in his question.

Her throat tight, Astrid wanted to weep from what he was telling her. Images went through her mind of him all alone, wounded, dragging a bear that outweighed him by at least ten times through the arctic snow just so that he could eat.

And getting the bear home was just the beginning of it. He’d have to skin and butcher it before the other animals smelled his kill or their blood.

Then cook it.

No one to help him and no choice except to do that or starve.

She wondered how many days he’d spent with no food at all…

"What about food in the summertime when you have twenty-two hours or more of daylight? I mean, you couldn’t preserve the meat for long and it wouldn’t give you enough time to plant or harvest anything. What did you do then?"

"I starved, princess, and prayed for winter."

Tears welled in her eyes. "I’m so sorry, Zarek."

His jaw flexed. He refused to look at her. "Don’t be, it’s not your fault. Besides, the hunger wasn’t as bad as the thirst. Thank the gods for bottled water. Before that there always were a few days when I couldn’t make it to the well even though it’s just a short walk outside my door."

He reached for another ball.

Astrid placed her hand on his to stop him.

He turned to face her, his lips slightly parted. She pulled him into her arms and kissed him, wanting to give him some comfort, some degree of solace.

Zarek crushed her to him. She opened her mouth to taste him fully and to let his strength wash over her.

He pulled back with a groan. "Why are you here?"

"I’m here for you, Prince Charming."

"I don’t believe you. Why are you really here? What do you want from me?"

She sighed. "You are amazingly suspicious."

"No, I’m realistic and dreams like this don’t happen to me."

She arched a brow at him. "Never?"

"Not in the last two thousand years, anyway."

She smoothed the line on his brow with her fingertip and smiled up at him. "Well, things they are a-changing."

Zarek cocked his head at that, not believing it for a minute.

Some things never changed.

Never.

"Zarek!"

He felt an odd tugging at his chest.

But it wasn’t Astrid doing it.

"Is something wrong?" Astrid asked.

"Zarek!"

It was a man’s voice calling to him. One that seemed to come from miles away.

"I feel suddenly strange."

"Strange how?" she asked.

"Zarek!"

The clear boardwalk turned dark. His sight began to dim, his head to spin.

Zarek felt himself drifting away from Astrid. He fought with all his strength to remain with her.

To remain with his dream.

He didn’t want it to end. Didn’t want to wake up in a world where no one wanted him.

He had to get back to her.

Please, just one more minute…

"Zarek! Damn it, boy, don’t make me have to slap you. The last thing I need right now is a concussion. Now get up!"

Zarek came awake to find Jess leaning over him, shaking him hard.

Cursing, he kicked the cowboy back, into the wall.

Jess’s foul oath matched his own as Jess rebounded off the wood. Zarek’s back and arm throbbed in response to Jess’s injuries.

But he didn’t care. He intended to add so many more injuries to the cowboy that neither one of them would be able to walk without limping.

He owed the bastard for the shot in his back.

And he always paid his debts in full, with interest.

Zarek came out of the bed snarling, ready for battle.

"Whoa, Z!" Jess said, ducking the punch Zarek swung at him. "Calm down."

Zarek stalked him like a lion eyeing an injured gazelle. One that intended to make the gazelle its dinner…

"Calm down? You shot me in the back, you son of a bitch."

Jess’s face turned to stone and he gave him a cold, chilling stare. "Boy, don’t you dare insult my mama, and you better stop and think about that one for a minute. I was a paid killer since I was old enough to hold a gun. Had I shot your dumb ass, you wouldn’t have a head right now. Having been shot in the back by a friend, I sure wouldn’t want to return that favor to anyone. Not even an ornery cuss like you. And why the hell would I hurt myself just to get to you anyway? Lord, boy, use your head."

Zarek still wasn’t ready to believe him. Though mostly healed, his back was a sore reminder that someone had tried their damnedest to kill him. "Then who shot me?"

"One of them idiot Squires. Hell if I know which one. They all kind of look alike when they’re not yours."

Zarek hesitated as he tried to sort out everything that had happened over the last few days.

Everything was a bit fuzzy in his mind. The last thing he really remembered was trying to leave Astrid’s cabin…

He frowned as he looked around, realizing he was still here.

Jess had awakened him while he was lying fully dressed in a bed he didn’t remember climbing into.

He frowned as he saw Astrid lying in that bed, too.

The dreams he’d had…

What the hell?

Jess reloaded his shotgun. "Look, I don’t have time for this. Do you know who Thanatos is?"

"Yeah, we met."

"Good, ’cause he’s already killed one Dark-Hunter tonight and he’s right behind me. I need you up and running. Fast."

Zarek’s stomach went south at his words. "What?"

Jess’s face was grim and lethal. "He took out a Dark-Hunter without breaking a sweat. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. Now Thanatos is coming for you, Z. It’s time to make like a fox and get the hell out of Dallas."

What did that mean? If Zarek’s head hurt before, it was nothing compared to the ache he felt trying to decipher that last bit of cowboy colloquialism.

"Whatever you do," Jess said, his voice deep and thick with warning, "don’t let Thanatos near your bow-and-arrow mark. Apparently it works like the Daimons’ ink blot in the center of their chests. One tiny stab and we’re dust."

Zarek scowled at his words. "What bow-and-arrow mark? I don’t have one."

Jess scoffed. "Of course you do. We all have one."

"No I don’t."

Jess looked up from his gun, his face completely un-amused. "Maybe it’s in a spot you don’t look at. Like your butt or something. I know you got one. It’s where Artemis touched you when she captured your soul."

Zarek shook his head at him. "Artemis never touched me. She couldn’t get near me without cringing so she used a stick to make me a Dark-Hunter. I swear to you, there’s no mark on me."

Jess’s jaw dropped in disbelief. "Wait, wait, wait. Are you telling me they stick you out here where there are no Daimons and you don’t have a weak spot? What kind of shit is that? I live in Daimon Central with one hell of an Achilles’ heel that no one ever bothered to mention, and you live where there’s no danger to you and yet you don’t have one?"

Jess paced the floor. It was a habit Zarek had learned about during one of their late-night phone conversations. Once Jess started on a rant, it was hard to get him off it.

"What’s not fair with this picture?" Jess railed. "And then Ash asks me to come up here to save your ass and here we are dropping like flies while you’re Teflon.

"No, I have a problem with this. I love you, man, but da-yam. This just ain’t right. I’m up here freezing my balls off, and you, you don’t need protection. Meanwhile I have a bull’s-eye on my arm that says, ‘Hey, Daimon on steroids, kill me right here.’"

Still Jess rambled. "Do you realize, I put my keys in my mouth to pull out my wallet to pay for gas and they froze there? The last thing I want to do is die up here in this godforsaken place at the hands of some freaked-out something no one has ever heard of before except for Guido the Killer Squire from Jersey? I swear I want someone’s ass for this."

Jess took a breath but before he could start ranting again, the front door to the cabin burst open.

The entire house shook from the force of it.

Zarek felt a cold, familiar shiver up his spine.

A faint trace of a memory flashed through his mind. It was vague and disconcerting.

He’d felt this before…

With no time to contemplate, he used his telekinesis to slam and lock the bedroom door.

He shoved Jess toward the window. "She has a wolf somewhere in the house. Find him and get him out."

Something struck the door forcefully.

"Come out, Zarek," Thanatos growled. "I thought you liked to play with Daimons."

"Yeah, I’ll play with you, you bastard." Zarek blew out the window with his telekinesis and pushed Jess through it while Thanatos continued to assault the door.