Storm and Fury (The Harbinger 1)

“I didn’t grab you.”

“You were right behind me,” I said, beyond irritated that he’d incapacitated me so quickly. “Can you let me go?”

“I don’t know.” There was a pause. “Are you going try to hit me again? Kick me?”

“Not if you don’t try to grab me again,” I shot back.

A stuttered heartbeat passed and then the arms around me dropped. I launched forward like there were springs attached to my feet, putting several feet between us before I whirled around. There was just enough light from the moon to see him.

“Holy crapsicles,” I whispered, taking another step back.

It was him.

The utterly beautiful blond Warden.

Zayne.

He tilted his head. “You’re...human.”

Yeah. Sort of. “Were you expecting something else?”

“Ye-ess.” He drew the word out, and he took a moment before he continued, as if he were choosing his words wisely. “Especially considering where we are.”

It was fairly uncommon for humans to live in Warden communities, so I wasn’t surprised that he was surprised.

“Unless,” he said, taking a measured step toward me, “you’re not supposed to be here.”

I tensed. “I’m supposed to be here.”

“Just like you were supposed to be behind the curtain in the Great Hall, eavesdropping?”

Well, dammit.

“I live here,” I said, instead of answering his question. Thank God most of his features were shadowed and I could actually speak to him and not stand there drooling like I’d never seen an attractive guy before. “And why are you out here? Aren’t you supposed to be going to your room, then having dinner provided for you?”

“I got kind of curious when I saw you behind the curtain. Thought I should investigate.”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be out here following me.”

“Didn’t realize that as a Warden I couldn’t come and go as I pleased.”

I kept my arms loose at my sides. “Have you visited here before?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

“No.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t assume what you can and can’t do.”

Zayne was quiet, and then he let out a deep, rough chuckle.

I frowned.

“You have a point,” he admitted, and there was another beat of silence. “I am made of questions.”

Unsure if that was a good or bad thing, I looked around but was unable to see beyond the dark trees and the faint glow of solar lights. “Are you?”

“Yes. How in the Hell did you end up here? A human living in the regional community—a human who appears to know that demons are real? And obviously you know this, because you didn’t run screaming or laughing from the hall when we talked about the demonic activity.”

Now I wished I could see his expression as I rubbed my hands along my hips. “I’m not the first or the last ordinary person to know about demons.”

That was true. There were humans who did know—most of them worked for police departments or held positions within the government and worked closely with the Wardens. But they were few and far between.

He moved closer, and more of his face came into view, but he was still mostly a blur. “I’m willing to wager that there isn’t one thing ordinary about you.”

I wasn’t sure if he meant that as a compliment or not. “Why would you think that?”

“You live here, at the seat of power for dozens of clans, and you almost punched me in the face in under five seconds flat,” he explained. “And you were also hiding behind a curtain, being a little snoop.”

I folded my arms. “I’m not a snoop.”

“You’re not?”

“Just because I happened to be there—”

“Behind a curtain.”

I ignored that. “Just because I happened to be behind a curtain—”

“Hiding behind a curtain,” he amended.

“Just because I was partially obscured by a curtain doesn’t mean I was snooping around.”

Zayne was only about a foot from me now, and I caught the scent of winter mint again. “Do you often find yourself partially obscured by curtains?”

I snapped my mouth shut and then took a deep, long breath. “Why are we talking about this?”

He lifted a shoulder and dropped it. “Because you’re claiming you’re not a snoop. I mean, maybe you spend your free time standing behind curtains all the time. What do I know?”

My eyes narrowed. “Oh, yeah, I actually do like hanging out behind curtains. I like how dusty they are.”

“Since I detect sarcasm, you’re basically admitting you were snooping.”

“I admitted no such thing.”

He dipped his chin. “Why not just admit it?”

I started to tell him there was nothing to admit, but I had been snooping. Obviously. I sighed. “We don’t get a lot of...visitors, so when I saw you guys arrive I was curious. I had no idea you would be talking about anything important.”

“Now, was that so hard to admit?”

“Yes,” I replied dryly. “It hurt me. Deep inside. I may never recover.”

“How did you end up living here?” he asked, directing the subject back to his original question.

“It’s a long story I have no intention of telling you.”

A moment passed, and even without seeing his eyes, I could feel his heavy gaze on me. “You’re...frustrating.”

My brows shot up. Wow. “Well, you’re judgmental. Guess which is worse?”

Zayne laughed, and it wasn’t like that deep chuckle from before. It was dry as sand. “I’m probably the least judgmental person you’ll ever meet.”

“You know, I’m going to have to say that’s probably not the case.”

“You don’t know me.”

“You don’t know me, and you just said I was frustrating,” I pointed out.

“I’m making that educated observation after speaking to you for a few minutes.”

My hands curled into fists as the urge to punch him filled me, which would be wrong, but also satisfying, but still wrong. I needed to get out of here. “You know, I’m not going to even lie and say it was nice chatting with you. I’m just going to leave now.” I started to turn.

“What’s your name?”

I stopped and faced him again. “Seriously?”

“What is your name?” he repeated—no, he demanded.

My hackles raised. “It’s Mindya Business.”

“That’s exceedingly...lame,” he retorted.

I snorted. Like a little piglet. “I thought it was pretty clever.”

“We obviously have two very different ideas of what makes something clever,” he said, and my eyes narrowed. “You do realize I’m going to find out sooner or later?”

He would, but I’d be damned if I told him what it was. “Well, I guess you’re just going to have to wait for later. Peace out.”

I flipped him the middle finger, sure he could see it with his Warden eyes, and then I spun around, prepared to flounce from his sight—

“Trinity Lynn Marrow!” Misha called out. “I swear to Jesus, girl, when I get my hands on you...”

Drawing up short, I closed my eyes.

“I’ll admit I didn’t expect to find out that soon.” Wry humor dripped from Zayne tone.

“I don’t know you,” I said, turning back around. “But I do not like you.”

“That’s not very nice,” Zayne demurred.

Before I could inform him that I didn’t even remotely care, Misha stormed into the small clearing. In a heartbeat, he was in front of me, standing between Zayne and me as if he thought Zayne was some wild animal about to attack.

“Back off,” growled Misha, lifting a hand of warning in Zayne’s direction as I peered around him.

Zayne didn’t back off.

He came forward, stopping a mere inch from Misha’s hand as he leaned to the side, looking to where I was standing. “You guys really aren’t friendly here, are you?”

My lips twitched into a reluctant grin. “Like I said, we don’t get a lot of visitors.”

“I can tell,” Zayne replied dryly.

Misha shifted so that Zayne was once again blocked, causing me to roll my eyes. “Who the Hell are you and what are you doing here?”

“His name is Zayne,” I answered for him. “And he’s from the DC clan. They were invited here.”

“No one is randomly invited here,” Misha clipped out.

“Well, I guess there’s a first for everything.” The coolness of Zayne’s tone could’ve frozen the leaves on the trees around us.

I used to think that Misha was one of the tallest and scariest Wardens I’d ever seen in human form, but right now, I was thinking Zayne was going to take that number one spot.

“I don’t care if you’re invited or not,” Misha responded as heat rolled off him, and with that, he jumped ahead of Zayne in the unofficial scary Warden contest. “You shouldn’t be out here lurking around and talking to her.”

“First off, I wasn’t lurking around,” Zayne said. “And second, why can’t I talk to her? Is it because she’s human, or because she swings first, then speaks?”

Oh my God! I sidestepped Mischa and glared at the blond Warden. “I swung on you because—”

“I walked up behind you? I’m sorry. I’ll try not to do that again,” he replied, and even though I couldn’t see his face, I heard the smile in his voice.

“What are you doing out here?” Misha demanded, and for once, it wasn’t directed toward me.

Zayne paused before saying, “Just needed fresh air. It was a long drive.”

I arched a brow, surprised he hadn’t tossed me under the bus and backed up over me.