Wicked Deeds on a Winter’s Night (Immortals After Dark #4)(27)
Author: Kresley Cole

Mari glanced around the cave. They’re considering it! All but Cade, who had a calculating, unsettling look in his eyes. "You people have all gone mad. I despise him." She met MacRieve’s eyes and snapped, "If you think I’ll sleep with you, you’re cracked, deranged."

"I have no need to compel you to sleep with me," he interrupted, his tone so smug. "That is no’ part of this deal."

"I will never agree to this. Never – "

"Before you decide," MacRieve interrupted, "know that if you were my mate, I’d make sure you had whatever you needed to be comfortable." Her lips parted when he pulled her bag from behind him and proceeded to dig through it. "Like your toothbrush." He held up her pink toothbrush.

He’d retrieved her things from her car? And rooted through her personal possessions.

She’d seen MacRieve’s ferocity, and now she was getting a good glimpse of his sly side, his tricksy side. She could see what Rydstrom had been talking about. MacRieve seemed… wolfish.

Then she remembered what else she had in her bag. Oh, great Hekate. Dread settled in the pit of her stomach. Mari had private things in there – rocket of the pocket-type private things. Like a tube of lipstick that wasn’t really one.

"Or this." He carelessly flicked her birth control patch. "Doona know what it does, but I ken that people who use patches for whatever reason might be eager for a new one." He displayed her iPod next. "It’s my understanding that females your age canna go long without listening to music or they become irrational and impossible to deal with. And how long’s it been for you, then?" He drew out a blue-labeled bottle and shook it. "You had several bottles of Orangina in your Jeep. Must like it, do you no’?"

Not the Orangina! Her mouth watered even more.

"And here’s your bit of Mayan gold that you’re probably keen to hold on to." He held up the weighty headdress. Stunning.

She hazily remembered seeing it in the severed hand of an incubus, as if in offer, but she’d thought the piece had been lost into that crater. If MacRieve gave the incubi’s headdress to her, it would be her first payment as a mystical mercenary.

No, resist him! To act like his mate? To follow his orders? She could resist the food and the Orangina. She could even resist gold, but there he went digging once more.

He’d find it. But maybe he wouldn’t know what it really was –

"And your lipstick," he said with a wicked glint in his eyes. Oh, no, he knew, and he was playing with her. She was going to die of mortification!

Her face grew hot when he added, "You must be in sore need of this after three weeks without."

Chapter 10

Playing with me… "Put my things back," she said between gritted teeth. "Now!"

"Come tae me, agree to my plans, and I will. It’ll take us till Friday to reach civilization. Until then, I’ll treat you as mine."

Food, dry clothes, a toothbrush, the absence of scalding humiliation…

"One day," she countered.

His tone firm, he repeated, "Till Friday."

As she hesitated for long moments, his demeanor seemed uncaring and aloof, as though he’d merely shrug if she said no. But when she studied him closely as he waited, she detected more.

Bowen MacRieve was holding his breath.

Whether she used magick against him or not, she wasn’t going to be powerless in this exchange. For whatever reason, he wanted this arrangement badly. She could use that.

When she forced herself to rise, Cade asked her, "You’re not really willing to go along with this? Sleep with him for some fish? Because if that’s the case, wait half an hour for me to return with my catch."

"I’ve said sex is no’ part of this deal," MacRieve grated. "Now, Cade, why would I bargain to get a female in my bed when I can scarcely keep them out of it?"

Mari raised her brows, knowing she was catching only the very surface of this conversation. She also sensed Cade was merely waiting for the time to strike.

As she crossed to MacRieve, he put her things back in her bag and smugly patted the ground beside him. She sank down farther away than indicated, but he simply dragged her closer. "She’s accepted her lot," he told the others as he handed Mari a broad leaf covered in flaking fish. "Agree you will no’ interfere on our journey." A rich, sliced avocado followed.

"Mariketa, you don’t have to do this," Tera said, even as she kept eyeing the food.

Mari put her chin up. "No. I’ll do it. If I survived something so distasteful as confinement with the incubi, I should be able to tolerate even a Lykae for a couple of days."

Tierney said, "Well, I’m not waiting for an engraved invitation." When he and Tera attacked the offering, Cade strode from the cave, looking murderous.

"I’ll get back at you for this," Mari whispered to MacRieve. "I don’t have to use magick to make you sorry for trying to humiliate me."

"I thought your ‘tube of lipstick’ might bring you round. And I dinna even have to turn it on."

Her cheeks burned anew. "Are you done?"

"Canna say." Moments passed, then he leaned down near her ear to murmur, "After you eat, I’m going to enjoy giving you a nice, long bath… "

16

"I still don’t see why we couldn’t sleep in that cave," Mari said as MacRieve led her out into the night.

"Because my cave’s better than their cave."

"You know, that really figures." After the rain, the din of cicadas and frogs resounded in the underbrush all around them, forcing her to raise her voice. "Is it far?" When he shook his head, she said, "Then why do I have to hold your hand through the jungle? This path looks like a tractor busted through here."

"I went back this way while you ate to make sure everything was clear. Brought your things here, too," he said as he steered her toward a lit cave entrance.

When they crossed the threshold, wings flapped in the shadows, building to a furor before settling. Inside, a fire burned. Beside it, she saw he’d unpacked some of his things, and had made up one pallet. "Well, no one can call you a pessimist, MacRieve." She yanked her hand from his. "Deluded fits, though."

He merely leaned back against the wall, seeming content to watch her as she explored on her own. She’d read about this part of Guatemala and knew that here limestone caverns spread out underground like a vast web.

Above them a cathedral ceiling soared, with stalactites jutting down. "What’s so special about this cave?"

"Mine has bats."

She breathed, "If I stick with you, I’ll have nothing but the best."