The Darkest Promise (Lords of the Underworld 13)

She grabbed his balls and twisted. "I am a warrior."

"Work," he finished on a high note. When she released him, he rubbed his precious. "Very well. You can come with me."

"Gee whiz. You're letting me come with you? You're swell. Just the best!"

He continued as if she hadn't spoken. "If you get hurt, even a single scratch--"

"You'll rage, and people will die, blah, blah, blah. We can't have your one-night stand unable to perform her duties, now, can we?"

"Oh, you'll perform your duties, all right, or people won't just die, sunshine. They'll beg to die."

How could he be so sexy and so infuriating at the same time? "Let's stop chatting and go get exhibit one of two in 'Lazarus's Quest for Vengeance.'"

His dark gaze held her captive for a blissful eternity, those ebony irises deepening and swirling, almost hypnotizing her. Then he stalked out the door. She raced after him. The hallway had been emptied of guards. Inside the club itself, Sent Ones pushed the remaining guests outside. Guests who were more than happy to leave. No one wanted to be in the path of an enraged Harpy, much less an entire clan.

There would be carnage.

Cameo moved to one of the windows in back. A beautiful garden bloomed with night roses, the macabre petals bloodred. At the edge stood the Harpies. They were well-armed, and they surrounded the building, perfectly backlit by glittering stars and the glow of a vibrant moon.

Juliette claimed the helm, the wind lifting her dark tresses and the hem of her short leather skirt.

Lazarus is going to be enslaved. Misery pretended to choke on a sob. He's going to blame you, hate you.

"There are more than a hundred Harpies out there and only two of us," Cameo said, doing her best to ignore the demon.

"I know. Poor Harpies." Lazarus stopped directly behind her and rested a hand on her hip.

The strange tingling started up again, but as the warmth of his breath caressed the top of her head, she shivered with delight.

Misery hissed and even lapsed into silence.

"If I unleash the demon," she said, refusing to claim him with the word my, "he can incapacitate the Harpy forces with sorrow. We can pick them off one by one without risking injury."

"And incapacitate you in the process, I'm sure."

"Yes," she admitted. Terribly so. Ceding the reins of control allowed Misery to fill her with so much despair she longed for death. Only with time and a miracle would she break free from his clutches.

"No." Lazarus shook his head, determined. "We fight."

Wasn't willing to achieve his vengeance the easy way? A shock!

More sexy than infuriating...

"The club has been cleared." Thane approached, the tips of his wings brushing against the floor. "The Harpies gave me an ultimatum. Kill Cameo, or start a war. I do not appreciate ultimatums, so I've decided to start a war. We'll stand with you in this battle."

Beside him stood Bjorn and a seven-foot-tall Berserker--the master of the club's guard. Bjorn nodded, and the Berserker stepped forward, saying, "As will I." Where was Xerxes?

She expected Lazarus to protest. His vengeance, his battle. He added to her shock by nodding his thanks.

Wait. Had he agreed to their help as a means of protecting her?

More infuriating than sexy.

She wasn't weak. And she would prove it!

There was no sign of Viola or the bartender who'd absconded with her. Too bad. Would have been nice to fight beside the goddess and her furry sidekick. My new best friends.

Who are you kidding? You have no friends. What could you possibly bring to the table?

Misery wanted to depress her before the big battle so she would be felled quickly and easily. A tactic he'd used many times before.

What do I bring to the table? she asked the demon. Easy. The table. I built it.

"By the way, you chose the right side," Lazarus told the others. "I've summoned my sky serpents."

He had? When?

He said, "They should arrive--"

High-pitched screeches echoed through the club.

Over a dozen sky serpents hovered in the sky, their membranous wings gliding up and down. Their huge, jewel-toned bodies radiated tension while their tails were coiled, ready to lash. Accelerant dripped from their fangs. With every exhalation, brilliant blue flames crackled inside their nostrils.

Lazarus offered a cold grin. "Now."

"You will, of course, be liable for any damage the building sustains," Thane said.

"Of course." Lazarus pointed to Juliette. "Feel free to send the bill to her next of kin."

Half of the Harpy army turned to face the sky serpents while the other half remained focused on the club. So. They were dividing their forces. A dangerous choice, placing the Harpies at a severe disadvantage right from the start. But then, it wasn't as if Lazarus had left them much choice.

Cameo liked that about him.

Xerxes appeared at Thane's side, stepping from an invisible doorway. He stretched out his arm in Cameo's direction, a dagger resting in his palm.

Lazarus caught him by the wrist, preventing him from ever making contact with her. "Keep your hands to yourself."

"My blade!" She sheathed the gun she'd "borrowed" from Lazarus and claimed the dagger.

Xerxes arched a white brow, and Lazarus released him with a huff.

Movement outside the window drew her attention. She groaned. Griffins had joined the party. Living griffins. They'd lined up across from the sky serpents, ready to fight for Team Harpy.

"How did she summon griffins?" Cameo demanded.

"Word of my exploits has traveled fast." Lazarus hiked his shoulders in a shrug. Reading the Harpy's mind? "The griffins found her."

Juliette smiled. "Lazarus!" Her voice echoed through the club. "I can't tell you the depths of my happiness, knowing my consort lives. Join me, my love. There's no need for a clash. We were meant to be together."

If the Harpy hadn't already signed her own death warrant, well, she would have done so then. Lazarus shouted the most obscene curse Cameo had ever heard.

"Juliette the Eradicator is mine to kill," he snapped at the Sent Ones. His gaze locked on Cameo. "And you..."

"Hey, don't worry about me." In battle, distraction killed as brutally as any sword. "I'll leave her to you. And before you command otherwise, I will put myself in danger, unnecessary or otherwise. But I'll also win."

A muscle jumped beneath his eye. "Have you ever fought a Harpy? Before today?"

"Hasn't everyone?"

"And you?" he asked the others.

The rainbow-eyed Bjorn released a tell me you're joking snort. "We've lived for thousands of years, and Harpies have no filter or boundaries. What do you think?"

"Right." Lazarus nodded. "Then you know you have to break their wings to slow or weaken them."

Harpy wings were small and usually fluttered too swiftly to grab. Cameo had never managed that particular feat, but there was a first time for everything.

"Stop worrying," she said. "We've got this in the bag."

Lazarus pressed a swift kiss into her lips. "Be careful. Or else." Then he focused on the others, his obsidian eyes crackling like the flames emitted by his sky serpents. The rest of him looked as cold as ice. "Be prepared. The second we step outside, the Harpies will fire off their arrows. Concentrate on them. My sky serpents will handle the griffins."

In union, the Sent Ones stretched out their hands. Swords of fire appeared.

"Will your sky serpents handle me?" Cameo muttered.

"They know of your feud with the ones in my realm, if that's what you are asking," Lazarus replied. "Shall I protect you from their wrath, or would you like to assert your independence once again?"

Jerk. "I'd like to assert my independence right up your--"

"Kill!" With that, Lazarus smashed through the door, sharp splinters flinging in every direction. The move was as unexpected to the Harpies as it was to Cameo.

She foll

owed him, remaining close to his heels, and the Sent Ones poured out behind her. As Lazarus predicted, arrows were launched.

You can't win, Misery whispered, unwilling to give up. You will lose, one way or another. Maybe you'll win the fight, but you'll definitely lose Lazarus. If not today, tomorrow. Like everyone else, he'll grow tired of unsuccessful attempts to cheer you.

Cameo tuned him out. Distraction killed, and sorrow debilitated. She focused on battle. The very thing she'd been created to do. The world around her slowed to a crawl, but her pace remained swift as she waved her arms and angled her wrists. The arrows pinged off her daggers, useless.

Sky serpents unleashed a storm of fire, cranking up the heat. Smoke formed a cloud of gloom as beads of sweat ran down Cameo's temples and spine.

A fierce war cry sounded. Harpies darted forward, three eager beavers meeting Cameo halfway. She braced for impact and--