The Darkest Promise (Lords of the Underworld 13)

Splat! Thick, gooey mud bespattered her from head to toe, droplets snagging in her hair and even her eyelashes.

How dare he! A prolonged lack of mobility had left her weak, and her legs trembled as she stood. Mud oozed from her hands.

Lazarus poked a finger into her chest, and her feet slipped out from under her. She fell, and this time she stayed down, glaring up at him.

"Is this supposed to send me into a fury?" she demanded. Because it's working!

"Don't be silly." He removed his shirt, baring his tattooed chest...all those glorious ropes of muscle. "What happens next is supposed to send you into a fury."

24

"With an enemy, death should always come before surrender With your woman, your surrender will happen one way or another. Why fight it?"

--The Art of Keeping Your Female Happy

--The Secret to My Success

Viola couldn't believe the turn of events. She whistled and cheered. The guys clapped.

"Take it all off!" Anya cheered.

"What happens next?" Cameo asked Lazarus.

A slow smile overtook his gorgeous face, and he cracked his knuckles. "I'd rather show you."

Viola watched as he pelted the keeper of Misery with one mud ball after another, envy creating a vise grip around her heart. I want this...this...fun. This acceptance.

As Cameo ducked and dodged the missiles, sputtering with indignation and spitting out dirt, Lazarus barked out a laugh.

The rusty sound enchanted everyone around him. The women preened as if he'd just morphed into the fairy-tale prince of their dreams. The men simply stared.

For the first time since her return from the Alaskan wilderness, a cloud of darkness lifted from Cameo. "Darkpit," she said, "you're going to pay for this."

A miracle happened. No one flinched or cried at the sound of her voice. Not that Cameo or Lazarus seemed to notice. They were too absorbed in each other.

"If you'd like this savage attack to end, you're going to have to stop me," Lazarus said. "I respond only to kisses."

The onlookers waited with bated breath for her response.

"Don't you dare--" she began. A mud ball splattered in her face. "You're going to regret--" More mud in her face.

Lazarus's smile was smug. "I regret nothing."

Cameo's screech of fury caused everyone to cheer. Then the dark-haired beauty hurled a mud ball at her man. The ooey-gooey substance drenched his shirt, and a wicked light glowed in his eyes, mixing with relief.

He truly cared about Cameo's well-being, Viola realized. Those two crazy kids just might go the distance.

Lazarus knocked Cameo into the puddle, dirty water splashing around them. They struggled and strained together, vying for supremacy, doing their best to pin the other down. They were acting like children and--dude! So were the others.

Maddox, Sabin, the Harpies and everyone else who'd followed the unlikely pair outside rushed into the pond to launch their own missiles.

Viola, the sole holdout, remained in place. She practiced decorum in all situations. When you think class and sophistication, you think goddess of the Afterlife and her pet Tasmanian devil. Every freaking time.

Urban, the rat, threw mud at her, but she performed an expert duck and slide.

Even Strider, keeper of Defeat, joined the festivities. How foolish! If he lost a single challenge, even one as innocent as this, he would suffer unimaginable pain. Why risk it? And yet, he laughed as he pinioned his consort to the ground and stuffed her pants with mud.

Maddox held his squirming, laughing children upside down and threatened to dip their faces into the puddle. "You've got to stop pestering Viola. I mean it."

"I don't pester," the boy protested. "I woo!"

Gwen pounced on Sabin, sending him to his knees. "You deserve this. You know you do. Take your punishment like a good boy."

Torin covered his mouth with a gloved hand, trying to hide a smile while his wife--girlfriend, whatever!--did the backstroke in the pond.

"Come on in. The water's warm," Keeley called. As a Curator, the beautiful pink-haired babe had been created long before humans. Once a spirit of light, she had been tasked with the safekeeping of Earth, bound to it and its seasons. She was still bound to earth itself. Dirt healed and revitalized her. "Don't worry about getting dirty."

"Yes, but my mind is already dirty," Torin responded. "I should probably keep my body clean. You know, to balance things out."

A mud-drenched Cameo raced around the edge of the pond as Lazarus launched handfuls of sludge at her. She hollered like a loon and flipped him off.

"Be still, woman, and experience the full breadth of my wrath," Lazarus commanded.

"Never!" Cameo shook a fist in the air. "You can take your wrath and shove it where the sun doesn't shine!"

Absolutely, positively, horrifically children. And yet, within Viola the vise grip of envy only sharpened.

No one cares enough about me to toss mud at me, she lamented. I'm practically invisible. These people would be happier without me...

Oh, no. Since Cameo had fully given in to her dark side, those kinds of thoughts had been coming more frequently, as if Misery had trumped Narcissism and spilled into Viola. Or maybe the two now worked together?

She missed the days when Narcissism loved her self-pride, even as it destroyed her. But she supposed the fault was her own. As she'd ruined one relationship after another, she'd grown to hate herself, and her demon discovered a new love: building himself up while tearing her down. Sadly, he would never grow to hate himself.

She deserved his rancor, really. She'd torn down others for centuries. This was payback.

"Jerk!" someone called, drawing her from her thoughts.

A pair of gorgeous white wings flared from Olivia's back as she laughingly pushed Aeron into the mud.

Fluffy ran circles around Viola's feet, chasing his tail. The excited atmosphere had jacked up his energy level.

She scanned the yard. Galen stood off to the side, leaning against a tree, his arms crossed over his chest. He was as much of an outsider as she was, unsure how to insert himself, not sure where--or if--he fit in the mania.

If you want different results, you must do something different.

Very well. She would force herself to play.

With a grimace, Viola inched toward the disgusting pond. Before she could talk herself into dipping in a toe, Cameo, the bitch, sneaked up behind her and shoved her in.

When she sat up, mud sticking in her lashes, her once-depressed best friend fist-pumped the sky. "I'm queen of the jungle pond. Hear me roar!"

A smile teased the corners of Viola's mouth. Perhaps playing wasn't so bad. "You may have won the battle," she said, gathering a mud ball of her own, "but you'll never win the war." She launched her abundant supply, but Cameo managed to dodge.

"I'm untouchable! Unbeatable! Too hot to handle!" The overly confident darling performed a ridiculous little dance, earning another rusty laugh from Lazarus.

See! I'm someone. I'm needed here. No one would be happier without me.

Movement in the distance drew her focus. Viola stilled, scrutinizing the thick, vibrant forest with massive hickories, oaks and a willow. The sky created a dark gray backdrop; the storms might have ended, but the sun hadn't yet gotten the memo.

Fluffy sensed her unease and stilled, the hair on his back lifting. Tasmanian devils were known for their wild rages and propensity for biting.

Where had--

There! Two oaks towered side by side, and despite the lack of wind, a branch on each tree jiggled, as if the two were shaking hands, a deal made with the devil.

Threat? A wild animal? Had the fallen Sent One found her?

Why did her blood warm at the thought?

Fluffy issued a soft but fierce warning growl as he moved in front of Viola, standing guard. She vaulted up, slipped and fought to right herself. Meanwhile, the leaves gave another jiggle, the offender--offenders?--hidden by shadows.

/> Multiple things seemed to happen in a blink of time.

A thin twig rocketed from the shadows. No, not a twig. An arrow. The deadly missile sliced through the air with a speed no human would have been able to track. Destination: Cameo's heart.

Acting on instinct, Viola flashed in front of her friend--and caught the arrow in a tight fist.

Narcissism bellowed with indignation. She'd dared to place herself in danger to save someone else? The horror!

That's right, she snapped, the arrow breaking in her fist. And I'll do it again.

I'll punish you...

She shuddered.

"Viola," Cameo gasped out. "You... I..."

Around her, the warriors stopped laughing. Everyone froze. Then chaos erupted.

"You're the target," Lazarus barked at Cameo. "Get down and stay down." With the stealth of a predator, he bolted from the pond, not heading for cover but for the trees. His arms and legs pumped quickly, fiercely, his speed soon rivaling the arrow. And yet, his motions were...stiff, lacking his usual grace. Was he injured?

Maddox and Ashlyn hurried the children inside the castle while everyone but Cameo and Viola rushed after Lazarus.

"Thank you." Cameo approached Viola's side. "If the arrow had hit its mark, I would have been in pain, and the demon would have pounced, desperate to regain his power over me. I owe you big-time."

"What can I say?" She fluffed her hair, an action as ingrained as breathing. "Saving lives is what supermodel-heroes do. We can't help ourselves."