The Darkest Promise (Lords of the Underworld 13)

Never, in all her days, had she seen more aggression, darker rage or twisted brutality. And she'd lived with eleven demon-possessed immortals!

Did Lazarus realize he'd smiled while he'd ripped the griffin to ribbons?

She'd been mesmerized by the beauty of him. His array of tattoos--the ones she could see on his arms, anyway--had glowed with life and vitality, and she'd longed to see the rest of him stripped bare. He'd moved swiftly, so expertly, and with such fluid grace he'd appeared to glide on water.

If he could mete such violence without a corporal form, what feats could he perform if ever he rejoined the land of the living?

At his shout, his men loaded up the tents in record time.

"Mount up." He stored the griffin heart in a satchel hanging from his winged horse and leaped upon the saddle.

Cameo offered her hand, and he yanked her in front of him.

The wounds in her shoulder and midsection throbbed, but she swallowed her wince. No reason to make him feel bad--the way Misery always did to her--when he only wanted to help her.

"Where are the children?" Viola spun in a circle, her delicate features contorted with worry.

"Your future husband is here, goddess." Urban trotted his horse to her side.

Ever rode behind him. "Your crush is officially creepy, brother."

"Agreed," Viola said, even as she exhaled with relief. "I don't want to brag, but I would only ever agree to marry...myself."

"I'll change your mind," the boy insisted.

Lord help the ladies when he became an adult.

Since their birth, Urban and Ever had been sheltered from the rest of the world. With their abilities, they'd had to be. Plus, whenever they were angered, horns sprouted from their heads and claws extended from their fingers. Bronzed skin morphed into colored scales, and their eyes turned neon red. As young as they were, they had little control of the transformation.

"You've got the ring. You can use it to take everyone to the portal. I'm going to meet you there." Viola waved them on. "Go. Now!" Then she vanished before anyone could protest.

"Viola can flash." Lazarus snapped the stallion's reins. "Good to know."

He collected information about others, just in case ally ever became enemy, she would guess.

I'm learning him, Cameo realized.

"I don't want to use the ring while the griffins are so close," he said.

"Agreed."

As he led the charge away from camp, and the creatures out for their blood, she decided to monitor the battle and threw a leg over the horse's head, careful not to impede his wings. Then she kicked her other leg around Lazarus's waist, straddling him. Palming her semiautomatic, she scanned the sky and gasped.

Sky serpents and griffins collided with so much force a blast of heated air exploded, shaking even the ground. Fangs slashed. Claws cut. Griffins utilized their metal-tipped wings. Sky serpents used their tails like whips, sometimes lashing, sometimes wrapping around snouts, necks and limbs to wrench and break.

Before, the threat level had propelled her into survival mode, drowning out the demon. Now Misery demanded what he considered his due.

Sky serpents hate you, and yet they fight to protect you, simply because Lazarus demanded it. Many will die today. The survivors will blame you. And rightly so! How long will Lazarus's desire for you last, then, hmm? One day you'll look back and comprehend this is the moment you traded his affections for safety.

A pang of sorrow nearly sliced her in two. They protect him, too, she retorted.

Misery flashed an image inside her head. The last scene Cameo had spied in the mirror: Lazarus walking away, never looking back.

The sorrow redoubled.

"Are you literally watching my back?" Dark amusement layered Lazarus's voice.

"Sir, yes, sir. Sergeant Cameo has reported for duty."

"Duty...or desire?" He was hard, long and thick between her legs, his erection rubbing against her heating core as the horse galloped.

She moaned, unable to escape the delicious friction, the constant pressure.

"You are too precious, sunshine." He bit into her earlobe, igniting a wave of shivers inside her.

Her? Precious? Not a description anyone had ever used for her. She softened against him. His beard stubble abraded her cheek. Her breasts swelled for him, and her nipples beaded. Shocking heat stole through her, languid and sultry.

So easily seduced. He wants his night, nothing more...

Her hands clenched on her daggers. Demons ruined everything!

"Tell me," Lazarus commanded softly. "How did Misery cock-block me this time?"

"Why don't you read my mind like usual?"

"Because I suspect you've got a bomb in there."

Hooves thundered, faster and faster. She caught sight of a man who appeared in the midst of the sky serpents. Sky serpents he ignored. He arrowed through the griffins, using his wings to slice and dice limbs from those in his path.

He wore a loincloth. His muscles were bigger than Lazarus's and the top half of him sapphire, the bottom half of him emerald.

He spread long feathered wings, only to retract them and arrow through the beasts. In each hand he clutched a small hatchet.

"Who is he?" she asked.

Lazarus cast a glance over his shoulder and frowned. "Don't know. But I will allow him to live since he isn't harming my pets."

True. Even though both griffins and sky serpents treated the newcomer as an enemy, biting and slashing at him.

"I wonder why he's helping you," she said.

"Or you. Perhaps he's another of Hades's emissaries."

"Another?"

He disregarded her question, saying, "Perhaps he's lulling the sky serpents into a false sense of safety. No matter. They'll defeat him, too."

"How can you be so sure?"

"My father trained them just as he trained me."

So...they had been dropped into dangerous situations and left to fend for themselves? "I know Queen Hera--"

"Former queen," he snapped. "Her title has been stripped."

"Right. The former queen hid your father, yes?"

His expression twisted with a flash of rage. "Yes."

"Tell me." She rubbed her cheek against his. "Please."

"He...lost mobility. He could walk, barely, but he couldn't swing a sword. She swooped in and killed my mother while he and I watched. He was unable to do anything about it, and my efforts were ineffective. Then she flashed him away."

Telling him You were only a child wouldn't alleviate his guilt. Guilt always found a way to poke and prod at a heart that sought absolution.

"You're no longer a boy," she said. "You're a man. The strongest one I know."

A heavy pause. Then, with clenched teeth, he said, "I'm just like my father."

"How?"

"I am--I don't wish to speak of this any longer." He adjusted her more firmly against him, his thumbs brushing against the undersides of her breasts.

A distraction? Too bad. She ignored the resurgence of heat in her body. "The queen I remember loathed the male species. Why would she keep your father?"

Oh, Cameo had heard the rumors. Zeus had locked Hera in his tower, enslaving and impregnating her. Then, when he'd broken her at long last, wedding and releasing her. Over the ensuing years, Hera had proved unbroken, sleeping with any man the king of the Greeks considered an enemy--or friend. She'd made secret deals with other powerful queens to ensure the most powerful males of myth and legend lost everything they held dear.

Had the formidable Typhon and his wife gotten caught in her crosshairs?

"A trophy, perhaps," Lazarus finally replied.

She rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him, offering comfort. "I'm sorry."

"Typhon's relationship with my mother weakened him."

Cameo heard bitterness...and accusation? Did he think she weakened him?

A perceived weakness could be the reason he demanded a single night and eschewed anything more. To win him, she'd have to prove she strengthened him.

Did she? Could she?

He added, "Hera had no desire to hurt a child, or so she claimed, but she knew I would grow into a man. She used the Paring Rod to clip off a sliver of my spirit. Meaning, the owner of the artifact had the power to control me. When I was older, she gave the Paring Rod to Juliette. Gave the Harpy a piece of me, as if I were property."

Her grip on him tightened. "I'm sorry," she repeated, tears welling in her eyes.

"I will punish both females. I must." Hatred laced his words, giving his tone frightening ferocity. "I, too, will keep a trophy."

The demon purred with delight, sensing what Cameo hadn't. The "need" for revenge was just another form of misery. As long as Lazarus remained focused on the wrongs done to him, he would never see what was right.

Poor Cameo. Never the priority. Always the consolation.

I'm not his consolation!

But...wasn't she? Lazarus would never put her needs above his desire for retribution. With him, she would always come in second place. If she ranked at all. And wasn't that a depressing thought.

For once, Lazarus didn't try to tease her out of her bad mood, and it worried her.

Buck up! His view of me doesn't matter. Thanks to Viola's ring, we'll be parting soon. In fact, we might never see each other again.

The pep talk failed to cheer her up.