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The Darkest Promise (Lords of the Underworld 13)

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Ever's chin quavered as she peered down at her feet and kicked a pebble. "Mom and Dad are super worried about you, Aunt Cam. While they dealt with the great toilet crisis, we used the Paring Rod to check on you."

Touched, Cameo pressed a hand over her heart.

Astonishment pulsed from Lazarus. "You're children. Who taught you to use the Paring Rod?"

Urban crossed his arms over his chest, looking far older than his years and just as stubborn as his mother. "I don't know you, so I don't have to tell you anything but get lost."

Viola pinched the bridge of her nose, as if she'd been pushed past the limits of her tolerance. "For disgusting little urchins, they're extremely intelligent. They watched their aunts and uncles use the Paring Rod and ta-da. Here they are."

Well. The kids needed to learn a hard lesson, and if Cameo had to make them sob in the process, so be it. "Coming here was irresponsible. Your parents are probably worried sick. And what if they followed you through the Paring Rod? What if they ended up in a different realm? They could be injured. Or worse!"

Ever hunched over and vomited the contents of her stomach.

Shit! Puking was a little too hard a lesson.

Tears poured down Urban's cheeks as he wrapped an arm around his sister's shoulders.

"Ouch," Lazarus muttered, his lips twitching at the corners. "Aunt Cam is a hard-ass."

She ignored the guilt...and the urge to lean against him, to bury her head in the hollow of his neck.

Viola fluffed her hair, her eyes dry. Like Lazarus, she didn't react to Cameo. Either overwhelming sorrow already brewed inside her or she hid her sadness behind a veil of self-love. Either way, Cameo made a quality decision. She's my new best friend.

"Mom and Dad don't know we used the Paring Rod," Urban said through his sniffles. "I hid our actions, even from Uncle Torin."

Torin, keeper of Disease and one of Cameo's old boyfriends, monitored the comings and goings of the entire fortress in Buda. Hiding anything from him required skill.

"You can't know--" she began.

"I do know. Besides," the little boy added, "you're being a hypocrite. You came here. You worried my parents."

Oookay. She couldn't ignore the guilt any longer. She'd known her friends would worry, but she'd sought out Lazarus, anyway, desperate to regain her memory...secretly hoping to create new ones.

All for nothing! He dislikes me.

Great! Bitterness frothed alongside the guilt.

"I told the little monsters they're fools," Viola said. "Because I'm smart. The smartest one here, no question."

Urban flipped her off.

"Oh, how sweet. You're my number one fan." The goddess patted the top of his head. "That's not exactly a shocker, kid. I'm everyone's favorite."

The self-love sprang from the demon, so Cameo wouldn't castigate her.

She motioned for the children to cover their ears. As soon as they obeyed, she said, "Where have you been? One day you were safe at home, the next you were gone, a note on your pillow. Don't wait up." She notched a fist on her hip. "Why did you return to the spirit realms?"

"Maybe I get better cell service here." Viola gave her hair another fluff, a silver ring glinting on her finger. "Maybe my real friends are here."

"I decided we're besties. Deal with it."

Viola waved a hand in front of Cameo's face. "You really know how to bring down the vibe, don't you?"

She nodded. Truth was truth.

Lazarus stepped between them, a muscle jumping beneath his eye. "A ball gag would make an excellent lip gloss for you, goddess." Fury crackled in his tone.

Uh, what had gotten him so worked up?

Viola wiggled her perfectly plucked brows. "Is that an invitation, warrior? Because I accept."

Oh, no she didn't.

A dark, gnarled limb sprouted through the chambers inside Cameo's heart, growing from a root of envy. Despite the presence of Narcissism, Viola exuded a normal woman's sensuality. She could flirt and charm with abandon and happiness was hers for the taking--and the giving! She could give a fierce man like Lazarus what Cameo could not--untainted pleasure.

Rethinking our friendship...

Ever heaved a disgruntled sigh. "Earmuffing is getting old."

Urban tapped his foot, impatient.

Cameo held up her index finger, requesting another minute. Glaring at Lazarus, she asked, "Is Viola in the running for your wife?"

Viola said, "Yes. Of course. I'm in everyone's running."

He snorted. "Say the word, and I'll gladly introduce her to the end of my sword. And before your raging jealousy decides I'm bluffing in an effort to hide my desire for her, know that I burn for one woman, only one, and she is a black haired, silver-eyed vixen."

The limb in Cameo's heart shrank, the root catching flame. Her knees trembled. Lazarus might not like her, but he desired her. No, he burned for her.

Breathless, she said, "We need to get the children to the portal." The sooner the better. Maddox and Ashlyn had to be agonized by the loss of their children. "How far must we travel?"

"Three days in the opposite direction. We'll return to the palace and head out at first light."

"But--"

"You don't want the munchkins in the forest at night," Viola interjected. "Trust me. I'm surprised the plants haven't tried to eat us already."

Lazarus's chest puffed up with pride. "The plants fear me. With good reason."

Gorgeous warrior. His strength tantalized and tempted her. I burn for him right back.

I'm doomed, remember? He's not for me.

As their group motored forward, Lazarus said to Viola, "Where's your pet?" His gaze slid to Cameo. "Princess Fluffy--whatever gnawed off my hand at our first encounter."

"Did you retaliate?" she asked.

Urban and Ever burst into tears, and Cameo withered. Right. The two were no longer covering their ears. Better zip her lips.

Lazarus flicked the children an irritated glance. As if he were protective of Cameo's feelings. Had to be a misinterpretation on her part.

"I could have retaliated," he said. "Quite easily. Instead, I chose to forgive the slight."

Her brow knit with confusion. "Why?" Forgiveness clearly wasn't his thing.

"My reasons are my own."

"And probably manillogical. Meaning ridiculous," Viola said. "As for Fluffy, he's chasing a hideous beast who's been following me for weeks. A fun game of hide-and-seek."

The children decided to play a game themselves, throwing and

catching a small rock. Urban threw it first, flames erupting from the ends of his fingers.

Ever possessed the opposite ability. She sprouted ice, dousing the flames.

They were opposites in many other ways, but they were also two halves of a whole, complete only with each other.

Oh, to have a devoted partner in crime.

Cameo's gaze slid to Lazarus, and lingered on the bulge of his biceps. One small vein glinted silvery white in the moonlight. The desire to touch registered a split second after she'd already reached out.

Without turning in her direction, he captured her wrist, his long, strong fingers forming a hot brand and unbreakable shackle. As electricity arched between them, her heart galloped, a racehorse headed for an invisible finish line.

A low growl rose from his chest, echoing through the trees. Birds took flight, squawking in protest, and leaves wrinkled as they drew back.

"No touching in public." Lazarus released her.

"Why?" Minutes ago, he'd said he wanted her. Now she wasn't allowed to caress him in front of other people?

He's embarrassed of you. Misery cast a dark shadow over her thoughts and wrapped her in sorrow.

The tears she'd so often caused in others welled in her eyes, but she blinked them back.

His spine rigid and his stride long, Lazarus moved ahead to claim the lead. Cameo and the others followed him through the rose garden, past the statues she'd admired earlier and into the palace. The children stopped playing, stopped laughing.

Her misery was already spreading, affecting those around her. The knowledge only added to her sorrows.

Viola threw open her arms and shouted, "I'm here at last. Drink me in."

Lazarus escorted her and the children to a spacious room. "Rest," he said. "Food will be brought to you."

He shut the door before the trio could protest. As two guards raced from the shadows to stand sentry at the door, he strode down the hall, turned a corner and stopped at Cameo's door.

Tension radiated from him and thickened the air, air sweet with his scent and sultry with his delicious heat. Breathing became more difficult, as if she were trying to inhale molasses.

"Invite me in," he rasped.

The change in him devastated her senses. She licked suddenly dry lips. "Why? Minutes ago, you couldn't stand my touch."

"Untrue. We were in public, and you were about to touch a...wound."

He's not embarrassed of me. "I'm sorry, Lazarus. I didn't know."

He took a step toward her, invading her personal space. "I want a night with you, sunshine. From sundown to sunrise, I want to make you scream with pleasure."



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