Think there’s a lot of pressure on your shoulders? Nick Gautier was born to bring about the end of the world . . . it’s not easy being the heir of a demon overlord.
But Nick is determined to thwart his destiny and get into a good college. To be more than his genetics and prophecy foretell. No one is ever going to tell this stubborn Cajun who and what he really is. Or how to live his life.
Not even the Fates of the Universe. But now that he and his team of ancient gods and demons have claimed the Eye of Ananke and he sees the missteps of the future, he has to battle the demons within that are far deadlier and more treacherous than any he’s battled before. All the while his arch nemesis is back and determined to reclaim his place as the harbinger for Armageddon. Even if it means killing Nick and barbecuing everyone he loves to do so.
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Nick (CON)
The hero
My name is Nick Gautier and this is the story of my life. First off, get the name right. It's pronounced Go-shay not Go-tee-ay or Goat-chay (that has an extra H in it and as my mom says we're so poor we couldn't afford the extra letter). I'm not some fancy French fashion designer. I'm just a regular kid... well as regular as someone with a stripper for a mother and a career felon for a father can be. But as my mom so often says friends are...
“So . . . do I have to go punch Stone in the face, or just burp in Richardson’s class?”
Nick scowled at Caleb’s bizarre question as he took his backpack from him in the hallway outside their next class. “Do what?”
“I’m trying to gauge how much detention I need to earn to match yours. Therefore I’m asking the severity of my grievance and who to assault for it.”
Nick snorted. “I don’t know. Depends on Richardson’s mood. With that evil witch, you could get more detention for the burp than you would if you cold-cocked Stone and made him sterile. Which might not be a bad thing. Future generations would thank you for it.”
“Very true.” Caleb brushed his dark hair back. “So . . ?”
“You’ll be proud. I’ve finally mastered my ability to manipulate the weak-minded without turning anyone into a goat or exploding the Space-Time Continuum. . . . I got none.”
Instead of being happy that Nick’s power had worked for once and nothing had exploded, melted, or summoned a terrifying higher deity or hell-beast from another dimension, Caleb grimaced. “While I am more than thrilled at the prospect of not having to suffer through another round of teenage-after-school-angst and drama with you, I feel the need to caution you about using those powers for something so trivial. Remember, magick comes with a cost. Even for a Malachai. Ain’t no such thing as a free ride in life, my friend. Sooner or later, we all pay the piper. And when that bastard comes home to roost, he always craps right on your head and ugly, oversized shirt.”
“Duly noted.” Nick sidled up to Kody. “You mad at me, cher?”
She paused to rake a suspicious grimace over him. “Uh . . . should I be? What mischief have you wrought now that I don’t know about?”
“For sending Aeron to spy on you.”
That took every bit of friendliness out of her stare. In fact, he could flash freeze fire with that stare, and a certain part of his anatomy crawled back into his body as she scorched him with it. “When was this?”
“While I was mind-melding with Head.”
She glowered even more. “Aeron didn’t come into the room.”
“Yeah, he did. I sent him straightaway.”
“No, he didn’t,” they said in unison.
His stomach knotting, Nick gave each one of them a bitter glare as they headed for their next period. “Yes, he did. Because he knows I would not be happy with him if he didn’t. And an unhappy Malachai kicks his culo loco.”
“Well,” Caleb said drily, “We can stand here and argue like children until one of us sticks his tongue out at the other, or you can call him and see. But I’m here to tell you that the Celt did not step foot in that room. I’d have known it. I didn’t even smell him in the building.”
Kody groaned. “I wish you two would lay off the odor thing with each other. Neither of you smell. Good grief.”
Ignoring her chiding, Nick pulled out his phone. “Prepare to eat those words, Caliboo. One slice Humble Pie coming up, piping hot.” He dialed for his favorite surly war god. Then waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
It rolled to voice mail.
Okay, that was not good. Scowling, he met Caleb’s smug expression. “Why would he have left when he said he wouldn’t?”
“It’s Aeron.”
“Exactly. He’s not you.” Nick put the phone in his pocket. “He doesn’t know a lot of people here. It’s not like him to run off and visit anyone. Or go trolling after loose women on Bourbon Street . . . unlike a certain Daeve I know.” He cleared his throat meaningfully.
“You’re just jealous you can’t go into any of those clubs, baby-face.”
Luckily, Kody didn’t take him serious and ignored that jibe. “He has a point, Caleb.”
Caleb sighed. “Yeah, he does. Two, if you count the one on his head, and I hate it. ‘Cause if Aeron’s missing, it doesn’t bode well and I’m getting really tired of ill bodings.”
Nick wrinkled his nose at the term. “Ill bodings? Is that word?”
“Of course it is. I just made it up.”
Nick snorted. “Fine. Whatever. We’ve got to find him. If for no other reason, we don’t need him to do something that could out himself in public.”
“Yeah,” Caleb said sarcastically. “They have laws against exposing yourself in public.”
Kody let out a long-suffering sigh. “I think I know now why the gods made the two of you so incredibly hot. You’d be insufferable, otherwise.”
Laughing at her uncharacteristic barb that proved she’d been hanging out with them way too much, Nick paused in the hallway as he saw Nathan walking past them.
A few feet away, Nathan stopped and turned around in a slow circle as he attempted to decipher their misbegotten room numbers and his schedule.
He almost felt sorry for the kid since he still remembered his first days here when he’d been just as lost and confused. The room numbers on the first floor had been arranged by some chaos demon bent on driving the unwary to utter madness. They really made no sense in anyone’s world except whatever drunken lunatic had initially placed them on the doors for some kind of sick mind game.
As much as Nick hated himself for the compassion, he found himself wandering over to the warthog. “You need help?”
“Room 114?” Nathan scratched his head. “Shouldn’t it be right here, between 112 and 115.” He gestured at the red lockers where a door ought to be. “But then I can’t find room 113 either.”
“That’s because 113 is the gym.”
Nathan scowled. “Huh?”
“Exactly. Ours is not to question why. It’s merely to go to class and try not to cry.” Nick laughed at the truly confounded expression on the kid’s face. “Welcome to St. Richard’s of the Severely Dyslexic and Homicidally Crazed. 114 is the biology lab. Down the hall, to the right. Next to the bathroom and across from room 130. ‘Cause that makes all the sense in the world, to absolutely no-body.”
He shot one brow north.
“Yeah . . . don’t ask. Logic and sanity waved bye-bye to this place a long time ago. Why you think they call it an institution?”
Nathan laughed. “Guess so. Thanks.”
“No problemo.”
He held his hand out toward Nick. “I’m Nathan, by the way.”
“Nick.” With a slight bit of hesitation, he shook his hand. Though now that he was close to the guy, he didn’t know why he’d been so weird earlier. Nathan seemed okay, except for the fact that he was the same six foot four height and Nick rather liked towering over other people.
He had so little ego in most things that it was the one and only thing he could normally take pride in that no one, other than Acheron, Xev and Papa Bear Peltier, could take away from him. And Acheron and Papa Bear positively dwarfed his Cajun hide. At almost seven feet in height, the two of them were truly giants in the modern world.
Nick squinted at Nathan. There weren’t any horns hiding in that mass of thick dark blond hair. No other warning bells went off as their skin touched. His blue eyes were clear and normal. Intelligent, not demonesque. No diamond-shaped pupils.
No pimples either, rank dog.
And of course, punk was better dressed. But then, who wasn’t? Since Cherise Gautier thought these tacky, heinous Hawaiian shirts of the middle-aged tourist kept her only son out of trouble— and they definitely were the best birth control ever invented ‘cause no female looked at him and thought, hey, gotta get me some of that— Nick wore them with as much pride as he could muster.
For the record, that amount of pride would fit onto the tip of a flea’s needle.
Dropping his hand, Nathan glanced past Nick’s shoulder to where Kody and Caleb were waiting. “Yeah, Kody told me you were her boyfriend. Sorry if I pissed you off earlier. I had no idea. But I should have known that a girl that pretty would have been taken. I was just kind of hoping, you know?”
Nick would have felt a little better had Nathan not dropped his gaze meaningfully down to his garishly orange glow-in-the-dark shirt. But he was man enough to take it. Besides, if the school lost power, this shirt doubled as a glow-stick.
Who would feel the fool then?
“Sorry I overreacted.”
Nathan snorted. “It’s okay. I get it. I’m the new kid in town and I overstepped. Won’t happen again. I promise.”
Yeah, dang straight on that.
The bell rang.
With a sharp, nervous twitch, Nathan shifted his books. “Down the hall? Right side? Across from 130?”
“That’s it.”
“Thanks again.”
As Nathan left, Nick had that feeling that he’d lived this moment before. A phantom memory that hung just at the edge of his mind. Teasing and annoying. He could see the faintest outlines of it. But the harder he tried to look at it, the more elusive it became.
What was his mind trying to tell him? Why did he feel like this particular moment was a repeat?
He went back to Kody and Caleb. “Is it me or is there something oddly familiar about this day?”
Kody nodded. “I keep thinking that, too. And the same with Nathan. I feel like I’ve seen him before, somewhere.”
Scratching at his chin, Caleb shrugged. “I have no comment. Humans all look alike to me. And all my days run together, even the ones where we’re fighting demons.”
Nick knew he wasn’t serious about the human comment. He was just being contrary. However . . . “So Nathan is definitely human, right?”
Kody pulled back. “Yeah, why?”
“I don’t know. I had a strange sensation when he first appeared earlier. Kind of like my Wonder Twin powers activated for no reason. It’s why I’m walking around like a cat in a Doberman factory. I can’t shake the unsettled feeling I had. Makes me wish I still had Nashira in my pocket. Not that she’d have given me a straight answer. Still, I’d have felt better with her cryptic crap, than being completely blind, going with nothing but a bad feeling in my gut.”
Caleb groaned. “Bad feelings in your gut, give me an ulcer.”
“Tell me about it.” He laughed as he went into class and checked his phone for messages.
Still nothing from Aeron.
Something was definitely up. It wasn’t like Legolas to space like this. He didn’t just drift off and vanish for no reason.
Caleb?
He nodded. I’m on it. I already heard your nervous thoughts about our errant irritant. Out loud, he got up and went to ask to go to the bathroom.
Nick wanted to go too, but knew better than to ask. Teacher would never approve that. One student out, okay. Two equaled delinquents up to no good in the minds of the establishment. Dang inconvenience when the safety of the entire world was at stake.
Maybe I should fake a heart-attack?
Nah, he knew better. Karma was a bitch, and he didn’t mean Karma Deveraux, who could be quite special when stirred. Real karma had a way of delivering up nasty retribution and anytime he ever told even the smallest lie, it came back on him with interest. If he faked a heart-attack with his luck, some coronary hell-beast would rise up to rip his heart out and eat it, or worse, feed it to him during lunch. That was just how Nick’s luck went. He was the type of guy who could buy a lottery ticket, scratch it off and it would be a bill he’d have to pay.
As Nick started taking notes another thought occurred to him.
Where was Nashira? He hadn’t heard from her in awhile now, either. Nor Dagon for that matter.
His Power Rangers had abandoned him. They didn’t normally do that . . . Definitely weren’t supposed to do that.
As his generals, they were under his direct control and were supposed to stay near him at all times. Not just because he could come under fire from Grim and his forces at any heartbeat, but because they were not used to the modern world. All of them had been kept imprisoned in various hell-realms for centuries and had no idea how to really function in modern society.
Other than Caleb and Kody. Caleb because he’d been the right hand of Nick’s father and had been out in the world even longer than Adarian had, and way longer than Nick. And Kody because she’d never been sequestered from people. Not to mention that unlike the others, she actually liked humanity and didn’t want to see them die screaming in agony, inside a fiery pit of demon breath.
Nashira could function alone a tiny bit, only because she’d been able to hear and see from the confines of her book enchantment.
But Xev, Dagon and Aeron . . .
They did not need to interact with the general public without direct and intense supervision. At all times.
Ever. Heavy emphasis on the ever part.
Yeah, his ulcer was growing like a radiated lizard in a Godzilla movie. And if he didn’t hear from one of them soon, it was going to have a baby the size of the Empire State Building.
Will this day ever end?
Nick cringed as the thought went through his head and he quickly glanced up at the ceiling. Yo, up there? I said day end. D-A-Y. Day. Not world. Daaaay. Please, do not get those two words confused or mistake my request, ‘cause I know how you get. . . . when you want to prove a point to me. I don’t need that lesson today. Really. Thank you, PTB. Peace out.
Now if he could just keep the bad luck fairy parked for a bit, he might be all right.
Caleb came back into the room with a look on his face that added a good six feet to the ulcer.
Nick arched his brow.
No sign of him.
Nick made a sound of distress. Which caused the other students to turn and stare at him. He flashed a bashful grin. “Puberty. It’s so embarrassing.”
“Excuse me?” his teacher asked.
“Everyone was staring at me like I’d grown another head so I was trying to lighten the mood.”
“How about you lighten it on your own time, Mr. Gautier?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Nick dropped his gaze to his textbook and pretended to study so as not to get into anymore trouble. Last thing he needed was another trip to the office. That would get him suspended. While he could pull the mind trick once, he couldn’t erase the records that said he’d been up there less than an hour ago. So unless he committed a crime, which he wasn’t willing to do, he had to calm his nervous body down.
Releasing a zen breath, he sent his thoughts to Caleb. Did you learn anything else?
When he didn’t get a response, he glanced over to his bodyguard. Caleb?
He acted as if he couldn’t hear him.
Okay . . . Had he pissed him off? Nick turned toward Kody. Are you two talking right now?
Like Caleb, she didn’t so much as blink in response to his question. Now that was really odd. Even when they were fighting, she at least gave him dirty looks.
Kody? I can see your bra strap.
She definitely didn’t hear him, because even if she’d been mad at him for something, she would have checked to make sure that it wasn’t showing. That was a pet peeve of hers.
Instead, she carried on with their assignment oblivious to his comment.
What the heck?
Worried, Nick held his hand out toward his pencil and attempted to command it with his telekinesis. Normally it would fly into his grasp without any effort.
Not this time.
No, no, no, no!
Fear wrapped around his heart at the thought of his powers being drained. But how? He was the Malachai. No one could do that to him.
No one other than his son, and he’d done nothing that could cause that. And he meant nothing.
Impure thoughts notwithstanding. After all, he was a healthy teenage boy and those couldn’t really be helped, especially not when he had a girlfriend who was exceptionally pretty and smelled really nice. But that being said, all they’d done was kiss. Nothing more.
Having been born to a teen mother, and having spent the whole of his life raising her, he wasn’t anxious to start parenting someone else anytime soon. He had enough paranormal brats he was responsible for already. Running after them, and cleaning up their messes, kept him plenty busy.
And then there was Kyrian who was in a special class by himself.
So, no . . . there was no one who could drain his powers.
Yet the hairs on the back his neck rose as he had the sudden sensation of being watched. Glancing around the fluorescent lit room, he caught the gaze of Stone Blakemore fastened on him like he was the barely-clad centerfold of the Swimsuit Edition of Sports Illustrated.
Yeah, that was some major stink-eye. Not like he’d done anything to Stone, ever. He basically left the knuckle-dragging werewolf alone. But Stone had hated him since the moment he walked through the school doors. It was as if Stone had smelled the Malachai in his genes and reacted to it on some primal level.
“Nick?”
It took him a second to realize Kody was speaking to him. “Yeah?”
“Are you all right?”
He blinked slowly. Honestly? He was a little light-headed. “I think so, why?”
“The bell?”
Nick glanced around and realized the room was empty. Kody and Caleb were standing beside him with worried frowns.
What the heck? He’d just been looking at Stone . . .
Hadn’t he?
“Something’s wrong. I was trying to talk to you both with telepathy. Didn’t you hear me?”
“No.” Kody knelt by his side and brushed the hair back from his forehead so that she could press her hand against his skin to test for a fever. “You are flushed and clammy.” Biting her lip in an adorable manner, she glanced up at Caleb. “Can a Malachai get sick?”
Caleb shook his head. “Not once his powers come in.”
Grateful for her concern, Nick caught her hand and kissed her fingers. “Could it be the Eye messing with me?”
She grimaced at Nick. “Please tell me you left that thing at home.”
“It’s in my pocket. I was going to use it to play the lottery after school.”
She said something under her breath he was pretty sure was a major curse in one of her parents’ native tongues.
“Why?” Now there was the tone an impatient parent used when their kid did something exceptionally bright, like stick tweezers in an outlet.
“It wasn’t good for anything else. I figured it owed me a Powerball for the trauma it’s put me through.”
Spreading her fingers wide, she had an expression on her face that said if she held his Malachai powers, she’d be Force-choking him right now.
Caleb placed a steadying hand on her shoulder. “Remember, you loooove him, Kody.”
“Wondering why.”
“I ask myself that every time you say it out loud.”
“Way to prop up my ego there, buddy.” Nick brushed his hand against his forehead and squinted in an attempt to clear his vision. “You think the Eye’s messing with me?”
“No.” Caleb picked Nick’s backpack up to carry it for him. “But you look weak . . . like your father used to get right after you’d visit him in prison.”
Kody’s jaw went slack. “What are you saying?”
“I said what I’m saying.” Caleb held his hand out to Nick. “Give me your fist.”
“Why?”
“Just do it and stop whining!”
Suspicious of what he intended, Nick didn’t like that tone. Talk about things that didn’t bode well. And when he obeyed and Caleb used his claw to slice open part of his hand, he knew why. Sheez!
“Hey! They hurt, you dick!”
Caleb ignored his words and cursed as he released Nick’s bleeding hand. “You think that hurts? You’ve got no idea. And we have a massive problem.”
His breathing labored, he retracted his claws and narrowed his gaze on Kody. “You know the cosmic laws. He’s my master. I shouldn’t have been able to harm him, at all. The only way for me to do that. . . .” He jerked his chin toward the blood on Nick’s hand. “Something’s draining the Malachai out of him.”
“How’s that possible?” Kody breathed.
“I don’t know. I’ve never heard of it before.”
The color faded from Kody’s cheeks. “Caleb . . . if anyone finds out about this . . .”
“Believe me, Nyria, I know. . . . He’s dead.”
Chapter 3
“So . . . do I have to go punch Stone in the face, or just burp in Richardson’s class?”
Nick scowled at Caleb’s bizarre question as he took his backpack from him in the hallway outside their next class. “Do what?”
“I’m trying to gauge how much detention I need to earn to match yours. Therefore I’m asking the severity of my grievance and who to assault for it.”
Nick snorted. “I don’t know. Depends on Richardson’s mood. With that evil witch, you could get more detention for the burp than you would if you cold-cocked Stone and made him sterile. Which might not be a bad thing. Future generations would thank you for it.”
“Very true.” Caleb brushed his dark hair back. “So . . ?”
“You’ll be proud. I’ve finally mastered my ability to manipulate the weak-minded without turning anyone into a goat or exploding the Space-Time Continuum. . . . I got none.”
Instead of being happy that Nick’s power had worked for once and nothing had exploded, melted, or summoned a terrifying higher deity or hell-beast from another dimension, Caleb grimaced. “While I am more than thrilled at the prospect of not having to suffer through another round of teenage-after-school-angst and drama with you, I feel the need to caution you about using those powers for something so trivial. Remember, magick comes with a cost. Even for a Malachai. Ain’t no such thing as a free ride in life, my friend. Sooner or later, we all pay the piper. And when that bastard comes home to roost, he always craps right on your head and ugly, oversized shirt.”
“Duly noted.” Nick sidled up to Kody. “You mad at me, cher?”
She paused to rake a suspicious grimace over him. “Uh . . . should I be? What mischief have you wrought now that I don’t know about?”
“For sending Aeron to spy on you.”
That took every bit of friendliness out of her stare. In fact, he could flash freeze fire with that stare, and a certain part of his anatomy crawled back into his body as she scorched him with it. “When was this?”
“While I was mind-melding with Head.”
She glowered even more. “Aeron didn’t come into the room.”
“Yeah, he did. I sent him straightaway.”
“No, he didn’t,” they said in unison.
His stomach knotting, Nick gave each one of them a bitter glare as they headed for their next period. “Yes, he did. Because he knows I would not be happy with him if he didn’t. And an unhappy Malachai kicks his culo loco.”
“Well,” Caleb said drily, “We can stand here and argue like children until one of us sticks his tongue out at the other, or you can call him and see. But I’m here to tell you that the Celt did not step foot in that room. I’d have known it. I didn’t even smell him in the building.”
Kody groaned. “I wish you two would lay off the odor thing with each other. Neither of you smell. Good grief.”
Ignoring her chiding, Nick pulled out his phone. “Prepare to eat those words, Caliboo. One slice Humble Pie coming up, piping hot.” He dialed for his favorite surly war god. Then waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
It rolled to voice mail.
Okay, that was not good. Scowling, he met Caleb’s smug expression. “Why would he have left when he said he wouldn’t?”
“It’s Aeron.”
“Exactly. He’s not you.” Nick put the phone in his pocket. “He doesn’t know a lot of people here. It’s not like him to run off and visit anyone. Or go trolling after loose women on Bourbon Street . . . unlike a certain Daeve I know.” He cleared his throat meaningfully.
“You’re just jealous you can’t go into any of those clubs, baby-face.”
Luckily, Kody didn’t take him serious and ignored that jibe. “He has a point, Caleb.”
Caleb sighed. “Yeah, he does. Two, if you count the one on his head, and I hate it. ‘Cause if Aeron’s missing, it doesn’t bode well and I’m getting really tired of ill bodings.”
Nick wrinkled his nose at the term. “Ill bodings? Is that word?”
“Of course it is. I just made it up.”
Nick snorted. “Fine. Whatever. We’ve got to find him. If for no other reason, we don’t need him to do something that could out himself in public.”
“Yeah,” Caleb said sarcastically. “They have laws against exposing yourself in public.”
Kody let out a long-suffering sigh. “I think I know now why the gods made the two of you so incredibly hot. You’d be insufferable, otherwise.”
Laughing at her uncharacteristic barb that proved she’d been hanging out with them way too much, Nick paused in the hallway as he saw Nathan walking past them.
A few feet away, Nathan stopped and turned around in a slow circle as he attempted to decipher their misbegotten room numbers and his schedule.
He almost felt sorry for the kid since he still remembered his first days here when he’d been just as lost and confused. The room numbers on the first floor had been arranged by some chaos demon bent on driving the unwary to utter madness. They really made no sense in anyone’s world except whatever drunken lunatic had initially placed them on the doors for some kind of sick mind game.
As much as Nick hated himself for the compassion, he found himself wandering over to the warthog. “You need help?”
“Room 114?” Nathan scratched his head. “Shouldn’t it be right here, between 112 and 115.” He gestured at the red lockers where a door ought to be. “But then I can’t find room 113 either.”
“That’s because 113 is the gym.”
Nathan scowled. “Huh?”
“Exactly. Ours is not to question why. It’s merely to go to class and try not to cry.” Nick laughed at the truly confounded expression on the kid’s face. “Welcome to St. Richard’s of the Severely Dyslexic and Homicidally Crazed. 114 is the biology lab. Down the hall, to the right. Next to the bathroom and across from room 130. ‘Cause that makes all the sense in the world, to absolutely no-body.”
He shot one brow north.
“Yeah . . . don’t ask. Logic and sanity waved bye-bye to this place a long time ago. Why you think they call it an institution?”
Nathan laughed. “Guess so. Thanks.”
“No problemo.”
He held his hand out toward Nick. “I’m Nathan, by the way.”
“Nick.” With a slight bit of hesitation, he shook his hand. Though now that he was close to the guy, he didn’t know why he’d been so weird earlier. Nathan seemed okay, except for the fact that he was the same six foot four height and Nick rather liked towering over other people.
He had so little ego in most things that it was the one and only thing he could normally take pride in that no one, other than Acheron, Xev and Papa Bear Peltier, could take away from him. And Acheron and Papa Bear positively dwarfed his Cajun hide. At almost seven feet in height, the two of them were truly giants in the modern world.
Nick squinted at Nathan. There weren’t any horns hiding in that mass of thick dark blond hair. No other warning bells went off as their skin touched. His blue eyes were clear and normal. Intelligent, not demonesque. No diamond-shaped pupils.
No pimples either, rank dog.
And of course, punk was better dressed. But then, who wasn’t? Since Cherise Gautier thought these tacky, heinous Hawaiian shirts of the middle-aged tourist kept her only son out of trouble— and they definitely were the best birth control ever invented ‘cause no female looked at him and thought, hey, gotta get me some of that— Nick wore them with as much pride as he could muster.
For the record, that amount of pride would fit onto the tip of a flea’s needle.
Dropping his hand, Nathan glanced past Nick’s shoulder to where Kody and Caleb were waiting. “Yeah, Kody told me you were her boyfriend. Sorry if I pissed you off earlier. I had no idea. But I should have known that a girl that pretty would have been taken. I was just kind of hoping, you know?”
Nick would have felt a little better had Nathan not dropped his gaze meaningfully down to his garishly orange glow-in-the-dark shirt. But he was man enough to take it. Besides, if the school lost power, this shirt doubled as a glow-stick.
Who would feel the fool then?
“Sorry I overreacted.”
Nathan snorted. “It’s okay. I get it. I’m the new kid in town and I overstepped. Won’t happen again. I promise.”
Yeah, dang straight on that.
The bell rang.
With a sharp, nervous twitch, Nathan shifted his books. “Down the hall? Right side? Across from 130?”
“That’s it.”
“Thanks again.”
As Nathan left, Nick had that feeling that he’d lived this moment before. A phantom memory that hung just at the edge of his mind. Teasing and annoying. He could see the faintest outlines of it. But the harder he tried to look at it, the more elusive it became.
What was his mind trying to tell him? Why did he feel like this particular moment was a repeat?
It was the strangest sense of déjà vu.
He went back to Kody and Caleb. “Is it me or is there something oddly familiar about this day?”
Kody nodded. “I keep thinking that, too. And the same with Nathan. I feel like I’ve seen him before, somewhere.”
Scratching at his chin, Caleb shrugged. “I have no comment. Humans all look alike to me. And all my days run together, even the ones where we’re fighting demons.”
Nick knew he wasn’t serious about the human comment. He was just being contrary. However . . . “So Nathan is definitely human, right?”
Kody pulled back. “Yeah, why?”
“I don’t know. I had a strange sensation when he first appeared earlier. Kind of like my Wonder Twin powers activated for no reason. It’s why I’m walking around like a cat in a Doberman factory. I can’t shake the unsettled feeling I had. Makes me wish I still had Nashira in my pocket. Not that she’d have given me a straight answer. Still, I’d have felt better with her cryptic crap, than being completely blind, going with nothing but a bad feeling in my gut.”
Caleb groaned. “Bad feelings in your gut, give me an ulcer.”
“Tell me about it.” He laughed as he went into class and checked his phone for messages.
Still nothing from Aeron.
Something was definitely up. It wasn’t like Legolas to space like this. He didn’t just drift off and vanish for no reason.
Caleb?
He nodded. I’m on it. I already heard your nervous thoughts about our errant irritant. Out loud, he got up and went to ask to go to the bathroom.
Nick wanted to go too, but knew better than to ask. Teacher would never approve that. One student out, okay. Two equaled delinquents up to no good in the minds of the establishment. Dang inconvenience when the safety of the entire world was at stake.
Maybe I should fake a heart-attack?
Nah, he knew better. Karma was a bitch, and he didn’t mean Karma Deveraux, who could be quite special when stirred. Real karma had a way of delivering up nasty retribution and anytime he ever told even the smallest lie, it came back on him with interest. If he faked a heart-attack with his luck, some coronary hell-beast would rise up to rip his heart out and eat it, or worse, feed it to him during lunch. That was just how Nick’s luck went. He was the type of guy who could buy a lottery ticket, scratch it off and it would be a bill he’d have to pay.
As Nick started taking notes another thought occurred to him.
Where was Nashira? He hadn’t heard from her in awhile now, either. Nor Dagon for that matter.
His Power Rangers had abandoned him. They didn’t normally do that . . . Definitely weren’t supposed to do that.
As his generals, they were under his direct control and were supposed to stay near him at all times. Not just because he could come under fire from Grim and his forces at any heartbeat, but because they were not used to the modern world. All of them had been kept imprisoned in various hell-realms for centuries and had no idea how to really function in modern society.
Other than Caleb and Kody. Caleb because he’d been the right hand of Nick’s father and had been out in the world even longer than Adarian had, and way longer than Nick. And Kody because she’d never been sequestered from people. Not to mention that unlike the others, she actually liked humanity and didn’t want to see them die screaming in agony, inside a fiery pit of demon breath.
Nashira could function alone a tiny bit, only because she’d been able to hear and see from the confines of her book enchantment.
But Xev, Dagon and Aeron . . .
They did not need to interact with the general public without direct and intense supervision. At all times.
Ever. Heavy emphasis on the ever part.
Yeah, his ulcer was growing like a radiated lizard in a Godzilla movie. And if he didn’t hear from one of them soon, it was going to have a baby the size of the Empire State Building.
Will this day ever end?
Nick cringed as the thought went through his head and he quickly glanced up at the ceiling. Yo, up there? I said day end. D-A-Y. Day. Not world. Daaaay. Please, do not get those two words confused or mistake my request, ‘cause I know how you get. . . . when you want to prove a point to me. I don’t need that lesson today. Really. Thank you, PTB. Peace out.
Now if he could just keep the bad luck fairy parked for a bit, he might be all right.
Caleb came back into the room with a look on his face that added a good six feet to the ulcer.
Nick arched his brow.
No sign of him.
Nick made a sound of distress. Which caused the other students to turn and stare at him. He flashed a bashful grin. “Puberty. It’s so embarrassing.”
“Excuse me?” his teacher asked.
“Everyone was staring at me like I’d grown another head so I was trying to lighten the mood.”
“How about you lighten it on your own time, Mr. Gautier?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Nick dropped his gaze to his textbook and pretended to study so as not to get into anymore trouble. Last thing he needed was another trip to the office. That would get him suspended. While he could pull the mind trick once, he couldn’t erase the records that said he’d been up there less than an hour ago. So unless he committed a crime, which he wasn’t willing to do, he had to calm his nervous body down.
Releasing a zen breath, he sent his thoughts to Caleb. Did you learn anything else?
When he didn’t get a response, he glanced over to his bodyguard. Caleb?
He acted as if he couldn’t hear him.
Okay . . . Had he pissed him off? Nick turned toward Kody. Are you two talking right now?
Like Caleb, she didn’t so much as blink in response to his question. Now that was really odd. Even when they were fighting, she at least gave him dirty looks.
Kody? I can see your bra strap.
She definitely didn’t hear him, because even if she’d been mad at him for something, she would have checked to make sure that it wasn’t showing. That was a pet peeve of hers.
Instead, she carried on with their assignment oblivious to his comment.
What the heck?
Worried, Nick held his hand out toward his pencil and attempted to command it with his telekinesis. Normally it would fly into his grasp without any effort.
Not this time.
No, no, no, no!
Fear wrapped around his heart at the thought of his powers being drained. But how? He was the Malachai. No one could do that to him.
No one other than his son, and he’d done nothing that could cause that. And he meant nothing.
Impure thoughts notwithstanding. After all, he was a healthy teenage boy and those couldn’t really be helped, especially not when he had a girlfriend who was exceptionally pretty and smelled really nice. But that being said, all they’d done was kiss. Nothing more.
Having been born to a teen mother, and having spent the whole of his life raising her, he wasn’t anxious to start parenting someone else anytime soon. He had enough paranormal brats he was responsible for already. Running after them, and cleaning up their messes, kept him plenty busy.
And then there was Kyrian who was in a special class by himself.
So, no . . . there was no one who could drain his powers.
Yet the hairs on the back his neck rose as he had the sudden sensation of being watched. Glancing around the fluorescent lit room, he caught the gaze of Stone Blakemore fastened on him like he was the barely-clad centerfold of the Swimsuit Edition of Sports Illustrated.
Yeah, that was some major stink-eye. Not like he’d done anything to Stone, ever. He basically left the knuckle-dragging werewolf alone. But Stone had hated him since the moment he walked through the school doors. It was as if Stone had smelled the Malachai in his genes and reacted to it on some primal level.
“Nick?”
It took him a second to realize Kody was speaking to him. “Yeah?”
“Are you all right?”
He blinked slowly. Honestly? He was a little light-headed. “I think so, why?”
“The bell?”
Nick glanced around and realized the room was empty. Kody and Caleb were standing beside him with worried frowns.
What the heck? He’d just been looking at Stone . . .
Hadn’t he?
“Something’s wrong. I was trying to talk to you both with telepathy. Didn’t you hear me?”
“No.” Kody knelt by his side and brushed the hair back from his forehead so that she could press her hand against his skin to test for a fever. “You are flushed and clammy.” Biting her lip in an adorable manner, she glanced up at Caleb. “Can a Malachai get sick?”
Caleb shook his head. “Not once his powers come in.”
Grateful for her concern, Nick caught her hand and kissed her fingers. “Could it be the Eye messing with me?”
She grimaced at Nick. “Please tell me you left that thing at home.”
“It’s in my pocket. I was going to use it to play the lottery after school.”
She said something under her breath he was pretty sure was a major curse in one of her parents’ native tongues.
“Why?” Now there was the tone an impatient parent used when their kid did something exceptionally bright, like stick tweezers in an outlet.
“It wasn’t good for anything else. I figured it owed me a Powerball for the trauma it’s put me through.”
Spreading her fingers wide, she had an expression on her face that said if she held his Malachai powers, she’d be Force-choking him right now.
Caleb placed a steadying hand on her shoulder. “Remember, you loooove him, Kody.”
“Wondering why.”
“I ask myself that every time you say it out loud.”
“Way to prop up my ego there, buddy.” Nick brushed his hand against his forehead and squinted in an attempt to clear his vision. “You think the Eye’s messing with me?”
“No.” Caleb picked Nick’s backpack up to carry it for him. “But you look weak . . . like your father used to get right after you’d visit him in prison.”
Kody’s jaw went slack. “What are you saying?”
“I said what I’m saying.” Caleb held his hand out to Nick. “Give me your fist.”
“Why?”
“Just do it and stop whining!”
Suspicious of what he intended, Nick didn’t like that tone. Talk about things that didn’t bode well. And when he obeyed and Caleb used his claw to slice open part of his hand, he knew why. Sheez!
“Hey! They hurt, you dick!”
Caleb ignored his words and cursed as he released Nick’s bleeding hand. “You think that hurts? You’ve got no idea. And we have a massive problem.”
His breathing labored, he retracted his claws and narrowed his gaze on Kody. “You know the cosmic laws. He’s my master. I shouldn’t have been able to harm him, at all. The only way for me to do that. . . .” He jerked his chin toward the blood on Nick’s hand. “Something’s draining the Malachai out of him.”
“How’s that possible?” Kody breathed.
“I don’t know. I’ve never heard of it before.”
The color faded from Kody’s cheeks. “Caleb . . . if anyone finds out about this . . .”
“Believe me, Nyria, I know. . . . He’s dead.”
Excerpt 2
Nick threw his hands up to counter and fight as the mortent demon came at him with its messy, sloppy jaws snapping. Was it too much to ask for his telekinesis to be left intact?
Of course it was.
Or for a napkin so that the creature could clean up after itself and stop demon-drooling all over him? It was so gross! Made him never want to have a teething child. He’d done his time in the crying room at church.
Nick slugged the demon, causing the mucus to go flying.
Gah, his mom would have a fit if this was in her house. They’d have to fumigate. Defunk and do who knew what to make it livable again. Just once, couldn’t they get an attractive succubus after him?
No. Way too much to ask of the universe at large.
Nick caught the demon a blow that slimed his whole fist and left his entire arm numb.
D-i-s-g-u-s-t-i-n-g.
His stomach churning with revulsion, he felt another visit to the bushes coming on, which was definitely not something he needed to do in the middle of being attacked by demons. That would probably not work out well for him.
Them either, really.
Unless he wanted the demon to keel over laughing at him. But hey, he had the tacky shirt for that. It had happened before. There was something to be said for being a demon laughingstock.
He ducked a punch the demon made at his head and twisted away from it.
“Caleb! Stop napping!” Nick head-butted the demon. “I need a little hand over here. One not covered in demon snot.”
Sliding in from the left, a colorful blur caught the demon in front of him, and slammed it to the side. Ah, he knew that blur and never had he been more grateful for that mass of mismatched hair, and almost seven feet of immortal fury.
While Xev continued to battle in his stead, Nick turned to find Caleb on the ground, oozing his black blood all over the pavement. Pale and shaking, his friend could barely breathe.
What the heck?
Terrified, he ran to Caleb.
Kody had already peeled his shirt back to expose an ugly, jagged wound where Caleb had been stabbed in his side, to the left of his navel that she was trying to tend. She held Caleb’s balled up t-shirt to it in an effort to stave off the bleeding.
“What happened?”
Caleb grimaced. “Demon ran in behind me while I was distracted. Stabbed me before I killed it.”
Nick scowled. “You don’t get distracted.”
Sucking his breath in sharply, Caleb gestured at this side. “You would be wrong. Apparently.”
Xev came running to their sides.
Kody looked up at him. “Did you get the demon?”
With a nod at her, he grimaced at the sight of Caleb’s injury. “This is bad.”
Yeah. It wasn’t healing and Caleb was getting paler by the heartbeat. His breathing more and more shallow as it rattled in his chest. Even his form was beginning to fade from human to demon, which meant he was losing power and getting too weak to maintain his human disguise.
Nick froze at the underlying dire note in Xev’s voice. “What’s going on with him?”
“The blade was coated. I can smell the poison. They were assassins sent to kill Caleb.”
“They can’t kill him. He’s immortal.”
Xev scoffed. “We’re not immortal. We’re just hard to kill and immune to normal human decay, and weapons. But this wasn’t a man-made weapon. This one was made specifically for Daeves.” His eyes teared up as he wiped at the blood on Caleb’s cheek. “And I’m not losing you, brother. Not like this!”
Caleb grabbed the front of Xev’s shirt in a fierce fist. “Don’t you dare!” he snarled. “Don’t you even think about it. So help me, if you do it and I live, I will kill you.”
“You’re in no position to stop me.”
“What’s going on here?” Menyara rushed from the back door of her shop. No taller than his mom, she was a tiny slip of a woman who barely came up to the middle of Nick’s chest.
Dressed in bright yellow, she had her sisterlocks twisted into a loose bun. “What happened?”
Nick would gesture at the bodies, but since the demons were self-cleaning and had burst apart at death, Caleb was the only thing that gave testament to their earlier presence. “I was attacked by demons.”
“In my courtyard?”
Nick nodded. “One came out of your shop to get us.”
“That’s not possible. Demons can’t get through my barriers to enter my store.”
“This one did.”
Nick had never seen terror in her hazel green eyes, but he saw it today. And that did nothing to alleviate his own stress level. Rather it jacked that bad boy through the roof. He also knew what that expression on her face meant, and it wasn’t a ‘hey, Nick, how ya doing?’
“What aren’t you telling us, Mennie?”
Before she could answer, he realized that her fear wasn’t over what he was saying.
It was what Kody had been doing behind his back that she’d been watching.
Quicker than he could blink, Kody shot Menyara between the eyes with her bow at the same time Xev tackled him to the ground to get him out of the firing range. They fell a few feet from Menyara’s body.
Angry, grief-stricken and a whole lot of confused, Nick shoved at the much larger being. “What the hell, man?”
“It wasn’t Menyara. Look.” He gestured toward the body that Kody was now toeing while she kept another arrow nocked and ready to fly.
A body that burst apart into ashes a moment later, showing him that it’d been a demon who’d come at them again, and not Menyara, after all. The sudden wind carried the swirling embers until they were burned out and gone.
Stunned over the deception, Nick met his gaze. “My powers are gone.” Parcipacity had been the first he’d developed and it’d been the only one to never fail him.
Until now.
He’d been completely deceived. No part of him had been able to tell that wasn’t Mennie. Not even a hair on the back of his neck had raised in warning. Ah, this was not good.
I’m defenseless. That thought ran through him like a freight train and sent him reeling. And with it came a new, overwhelming fear.
Menyara!
If the demons had made it into her store, what had happened to her and her staff? It wasn’t like she’d have opened the door and said, ‘here demon, come on in. Make yourself at home. Pull up a chair and have tea.’
His heart rose to painfully lodge itself in his throat as he jack-rabbited for the store. He slung the door open to find a battleground of shattered shelves, destroyed merchandise and utter destruction. They had rained down a mini Armageddon in here.
“No,” he breathed. How could they have gotten to Mennie? It shouldn’t have been possible. She was a goddess. Her powers absolute.
Yet there was no denying the mess that surrounded him. There were even scorch marks on the ceiling and walls where they’d fought with god-bolts. The protection seals on the walls continued to glow as if trying to contain whatever evil had happened here.
“Nick?”
Unable to breathe, he turned at the sound of Kody’s voice. “What did they do to her?”
“I don’t know, sweetie. But we have to help Caleb, right now. He’s in bad shape.”
“What’s Xev wanting to do?”
“Call their father.”
“I thought he was being held captive like yours.”
She bit her lip. “Not like mine. Even though he’s enslaved, their father has the freedom to come and go.”
“Then let’s do it!”
As Caleb earlier, she hesitated. “It’s not that easy, Nick. You’re talking about raising a major power. He won’t come willingly and he holds no love of either son. There’s no guarantee that he’ll do anything to help them. Not without your cooperation.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re the Malachai. Their father is subservient to you. You can control him, but he won’t like it and he will fight you every step of the way. But . . . I might know something to leverage his cooperation.”
“How can I command him when I don’t have my powers?”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t risky.”
But if they didn’t do something, Caleb would be lost. And he wasn’t willing to take that loss.
Nick glanced around at the store, and the destruction that had been wrought. Whatever had broken through Menyara’s protection sigils and burst into here to take her had incredible abilities. In the past, they’d known their foes. Known what they were up against and how to fight them.
That’s not true.
Shut-up mind, I’m trying to pep talk myself. Last thing I need is you crapping all over it, and throwing logic and truth at me.
‘Cause honestly? He was terrified about this, and getting more so by the moment. Logic and truth would only serve to scare more bejesus out of him. The less sense and facts he had, the braver he’d be.
His breathing ragged, he met Kody’s worried frown. “What do we have to do?”
“We’ll have to leverage the farm for it, but . . . I know the one thing their father wants that you can use to bargain with. The one thing he’d never say no to.”
“My soul?”
She laughed. “Unfortunately, it’s not as simple as that. Your soul we’d have no trouble giving him. What he wants, will take a miracle and the best Cajun charm you possess.”
Gah, what was she wanting? “My freedom?”
“Maybe. I don’t know the price. But whatever it is . . .”
Nick would pay it to save Caleb’s life. He owed him that much.
Steeling himself, he inclined his head to her. “Let’s do this.”
They’d just started for the door when Xev and Caleb came through it. Caleb was leaning hard against Xev’s side. Quickly and carefully, Xev let him slide to the floor, then used his powers to slam and seal the door.
That, too, was concerning.
“What’s going on?”
“We’ve got company.” Xev moved past Nick to sift through the debris. “Kody, I need you to help me find hematite, malachite, bloodstone, and jet or obsidian. Quickly. As much as you can.”
“On it.”
Caleb cursed him, but Xev ignored him as he searched until he found a bottle of black salt and sea salt. He handed them to Nick. “Seal the doors and windows.”
Nick moved to do it as fast as he could. “Do I need to say anything?”
“No. Cam’s protection will return once we seal the thresholds.”
“Is that how they got in?”
Xev shook his head. “Someone invited the evil in. Probably one of her employees who didn’t know better.” Then under his breath, he muttered. “How many times do you humans have to be told to leave evil alone, and never, ever invite it into your circles.”
“Not exactly our fault, you know? It’s all pretty and shiny. If it came in looking like Nosferatu, we’d know to run.” Nick finished pouring the salt mixture, then returned to Xev’s side.
He was laying out the crystals.
Kody frowned. “You’re summoning him here?”
“We can’t exactly leave. Not to scare you two, but you might want to peek through the blinds.”
Nick did, then wished he hadn’t as he saw the demon spectacle going on in the street. “Is that viewable to the rest of humanity or are we just cursed?”
“I think we’re cursed,” she said, stepping away from the glass as a giant demon came up and screamed at it.
Nick jumped away and let the blinds fall back into place. “Okay, the hell-monkeys have returned and are having a party on our block. All they need is a float and krewe, and they’re ready for Mardi Gras season. Have I said today how much I don’t like them?”
“I think that feeling’s mutual.” Nekoda cringed as the slammed against the glass, trying to break through.
Nick winced. “That didn’t sound like them slinging beads at us. Think if I whip my shirt off, they’ll go blind and leave?”
No one commented on his stupidity.
Instead, Kody turned back to Xev. “I didn’t think he could be summoned unless it was at an oak tree with full moonlight.”
Xev passed her an irritated grimace. “I’m not a demon. Those rules don’t apply to me.”
That was true. He’d been an ancient god, which made Nick curious. “What exactly were you a god of, anyway?”
Caleb answered for him. “He was a chaos god, Nick. The god of blood disease, fire, plagues, famine, violent death, fear and destruction.”
“Yeah,” Xev said drily. “I was in charge of all the fun stuff.”
Wide-eyed, Nick passed a concerned look to Kody that he’d been dumb enough to set Xev loose in the world again. That might have been a mistake, in retrospect.
“Don’t give me that.” Xev grimaced at him. “Through chaos, order is born. I was a balance for a goddess whose powers negated mine. And before you judge me, need I remind you of what your role is in this universe, Malachai?”
“Valid point. You’re right. But while I was born of destruction, I’m trying not to end the world in an ugly war I lead. Which is my big bone of contention. I’ve read the books and seen the movies. The guy in my role is supposed to be the Chosen One. The good guy in a white hat. The kid who gets super powers and saves the world. Not the one who eats it. Who do I have to see about an upgrade of my role?”
Xev shook his head. “We are all victims of our births, Nick. And if we’re lucky enough to survive childhood, then it becomes a race to see if we can overcome those roles we’re assigned the moment we draw our first breath by those who judge our parents, and the labels everyone else wants to place on us. The labels we use to define and hem our own destinies with. Saddest curse of humanity is the day someone teaches you how to hate. And gives you a cause for it. You come into the world a pure, unscarred soul. And your first experience is being slapped on the butt by a callous hand, supposedly for your own good, to draw your first breath.”
He winced as if some horrible memory went through his mind as he looked down at Caleb. “Sad really that people would rather focus on what makes them different than on what makes them the same . . . compassion, hope.” He glanced from Kody to Nick. “Love. For all the differences between us, we’re more alike than anyone wants to admit.”
And with that, he began a chant.
Caleb tried to interrupt him, but he was too weak. Xev ignored him and continued.
Nick fell silent as he watched the two brothers who’d been divided by a single tragedy that had ruined both their lives.
Forever.
It made him want to seek out his own brother. The thought had occurred to him a lot, especially lately, but since his brother was also cursed god, he’d avoided it. There was no telling what he might end up with.
Or how his brother might feel about learning of Nick’s presence. Nick wasn’t even sure if his brother knew Adarian was his father.
Even though his brother was a god, they didn’t “know” everything. Case in point, Menyara was currently missing. And she wouldn’t have been had she known demons were at her doors.
Like everyone else, gods could be fooled, too. And if his brother didn’t know he was part destructo demon, Nick definitely didn’t want to be the one to drop that bombshell on him. Lesson learned, never be the bearer of bad tidings to an angry god. It just didn’t pay. They tended to rip the wings off and eat those messengers.
As Xev chanted a loud sound popped. A bright light flashed.
Two heartbeats later, something even uglier than the hell-monkeys outside rose up to come at Nick and Kody.
Instinctively, Nick threw his hands out to attack it, only to remember he was powerless. Kody stepped around the deflect it before Xev caught it and banished it back to whatever dimension it’d come from.
“What was that?”
“When Menyara wrote the protections for her store, she trapped a number of entities in the fields around it. That was one of the things she pissed off.” Kody sighed. “What is going on here?”
(EDITED FOR MASSIVE SPOILER)
And speaking of . . .
Nick’s pocket began to burn him. Hissing, he realized it was coming from the amulet. “Why’s the Eye hurting me?” When he started to reach for it, Kody grabbed his hand.
“Your powers keep waning. We don’t know what’s going on. If you touch that right now . . .”
It could kill him.
“She’s right. You need to get that off you without touching it.”
“How?”
“Drop your pants!” All three of them growled at once.
“Flipping great!” He yelled back. “Woman finally gets me out of my pants and it’s humiliating. Only my luck!” Unbuttoning his fly, he quickly toed his shoes off and pulled his jeans down before kicking them off. Thank goodness he’d worn boxers this morning.
Worse? His mom was right. It paid to always have on clean underwear.
You just never knew.
Lesson forever imprinted on his psyche for all eternity. Especially when Kody glanced down, looked up, and started snickering.
"Ah, cher!” he snapped. “Do you mind?”
“Sorry. It’s just adorably cute.”
“Cute? Really? That is not something a guy wants to hear the first time his girl sees him without his pants on. Dang, woman. Could you make this any worse on me? You know I have no ego as it is.”
“Sorry. So sorry.” And still she laughed. Pressing her lips together in an adorable expression, she batted her eyelashes at him. “It’s just . . . how Cajun are you that even your underwear is the New Orleans Saints? Seriously? I guess I should be grateful it’s not purple and yellow with masks and beads.”
Caleb snorted. “You should just be grateful it’s clean and that he’s actually wearing some that doesn’t have holes in it.”
Nick glared at him. “Shut-up and die already! I thought you were on your last breath an hour ago! Shouldn’t you have bled out by now?”
Just as Caleb opened his mouth to retort another bright flash almost blinded Nick. He expected it to be another hell-monkey.
It wasn’t.
No, this was something far worse. Far more sinister.
Tall, dark and terrifying, this creature was something that hell itself had spawned and spat out. Forget the Malachai. This made Nick’s father look like Mickey Mouse up against Godzilla.
They had bantered the term primal power, but until now Nick hadn’t understood what that meant.
Yeah . . . if this was the good guy, he dang sure didn’t want to meet the bad ones.
Ever.
His head was bent low like a vicious predator that smelled fresh meat as he met Nick’s gaze. He had one eye that was a vibrant green and the other a dark, earthy brown. That stark contrast was as unnerving as it was startling. Shockingly enough, his features were almost identical to Caleb’s whenever Caleb was in human form. Same sculpted jaw. Same aquiline nose and arched brows, tawny skin and jet black hair. They were even the same height and build.
Only difference was the height and length of hair. Whereas Caleb’s was short, his father’s brushed his shoulders. There was also something even deadlier about his father’s demeanor. Colder.
Far more sinister.
Nick wouldn’t have thought that possible.
And when their father turned to face Xev, his eyes blazed a vibrant red. The green amulet around his neck glowed with an ethereal fire a moment before he blasted Xev so hard, it lifted him from his feet and sent him slamming into the wall behind him.
“I warned you!” he snarled at Xev as he closed the distance between them. “This time, I will rip out your worthless heart and feed it to you!”
Chapter 4
"Hey, Ma,” Nick said as soon as he heard his mother’s thick Cajun drawl when she answered the phone. “I’m sorry to bug you at work, but I’m really sick. I need to go home. Is that okay?”
“Baby Boo! You sound so terrible and sad! Oh, honey. It’s right in the middle of the lunch crowd. I can’t leave. Let me call Michael and I’ll send him right over to pick you up, okay?”
“’Kay. I’m handing you to the school nurse to tell her. Love you, Ma.”
“You, too, baby. Please be okay. You rest and I’ll be home as soon as I can to check on you. Call if you need me and I will come running. I’ll quit if I have to.”
Nick snorted at his mom’s offer. She loved her job as a waitress at Sanctuary. Although, if she ever learned her boss was a shape- shifting were-bear, that might change. “Don’t do that. I’ll live.” Though to be honest, he didn’t feel like it at the moment.
His mom made kissing noises at him.
Cringing, he made them back at her, but much more subtly before he handed the phone to the nurse and blushed, then beat a hasty retreat from her office in order that he wouldn’t have to face that ‘ah, how cute you are’ look that so many gave him whenever he was nice to his mom.
As he moved to sit down outside to wait, he met Madaug St. James, who came into the office with a delivery for the secretary. At just under six feet, he was the son of two Squire brain surgeons— literally. Which was what had allowed him to create a mind-altering video game that demons had enchanted and used to possess their classmates.
Yeah, good times . . .
Not even a little. Nick was still having violent flashbacks from his Zombie Hunter experience. It was so bad, he couldn’t even watch a zombie movie to this day. And poor Madaug couldn’t so much as play solitaire on his PC after it.
Still, he was one of Nick’s best friends. And it was nice to occasionally hang out with someone who was frightfully normal– Madaug’s extremely high IQ notwithstanding.
After all, compared to Madaug, most people had the intelligence of a head of cabbage.
“Hey, Nick! What are you doing up here?”
“About to hurl.”
Madaug jumped back. “Dude, I’m sorry. You contagious? ’Cause if you are, I want it. I have a test next period and I’m not prepared.”
Yeah, right. Madaug was always prepared for tests. Even for the ones they wouldn’t have until the end of the year. Kid was sick that way.
“Trust me, you don’t want any part of this one.”
“Yeah, you do look kind of green and disoriented. I take it that means you’re going to miss band practice after school?”
Nick nodded. “Thanks for reminding me. Can you tell the others?”
“Sure, but Marlon’s going to kill you. He’s been looking forward to it. He has a massive crush on Duff.”
“Sorry. What’s his problem anyway?”
“What? Duff? I don’t know. Distemper. Maybe parvo.”
Nick scowled. “Isn’t that a dog disease?”
“Yes, but I think our resident teen were-panther has it, too. At least he acts like it most days.”
That he did. He took brooding teen male to a whole new level. The entire three years he’d been in school with them, Nick had never heard him say a single word to anyone.
“Is he really mute or did he sell his voice to a wizard?”
Madaug laughed. “Neither. The correct term is selective mutism. His is an extreme case of it. Most likely caused by his . . . you are giving me that look.”
Nick held his hands up. “Dude, it’s a look of awe.”
“Sure it is. And before my social anxiety kicks in, I’m heading back. Hope you get to feeling better. You need me to sacrifice a goat or anything for you?”
Nick feigned a round of really fake laughter at something neither of them found particularly amusing since Madaug was the one Nick had turned into a goat with his powers when Nick had rescued him from the Zombie Hunter demons. “Uh, no. No goats. No more game programming ever, partner.”
“Yeah, lesson learned.” He bro-hugged him, then headed back to class.
Nick shook his head. That boy was going to end up as a leading doctor somewhere.
Or as an evil villain mastermind, leading a horde of henchmen.
Thank goodness he was on their side for the moment.
Suddenly, a huge, dark shadow fell over Nick. He started to scramble away out of reflex until he looked up and realized it was the mountainous muscled mass also known as Big Bubba Burdette.
“Sheez, Bubba! You scared the crap out of me.”
“Boy, you need to lay off the caffeine. You got the reflexes there of a scared Chihuahua.”
Yeah, well, given the fact that all manner of deadly things tended to pop out of the shadows intending to eat him or enslave him, it was little wonder. But he couldn’t tell that to Bubba.
“How you feeling?” Bubba put his hand on Nick’s forehead.
“Pretty awful.”
“You look pale.” Bubba grabbed his backpack. “C’mon, I already signed you out.”
“Thank you, by the way. I really appreciate it.” Nick scowled as he caught a whiff of aftershave and realized that Bubba’s scraggly beard wasn’t so scraggly. He’d trimmed it down to one of those shadowy things that Kody and Brynna giggled about on actors. “Did you shave?”
“Shut up.”
And now that Nick was paying attention, he realized that Bubba wasn’t wearing his usual uniform of bad horror movie T-shirt and ratted-up flannel shirt over it. Instead, he had on a nice button-down and new jeans. The only thing that remained of “old” Bubba was the heavy, steel-toed work boots. “Gah! Bubba! That’s my mama, you know?”
He arched one jet eyebrow at Nick as he gave him a scathing glare that backed him down a notch. While Nick might be the Malachai, Bubba had been a semipro linebacker and was built like a brick house with the muscle mass of a world-champion weightlifter who could put him through a wall with a single sneeze. Not to mention, he was a raw, bad-ass survivalist who went zombie hunting for fun in gator and demon-infested swamps. “Don’t you even, boy. I asked you before I started going out with her and you said it was all right.”
“I know what I said, but . . .” Nick shivered. “Can’t I be grossed out?”
Bubba snorted. “Grow up, snot-nose.”
Nick was trying, but it was hard. While he wanted his mom to be happy, he didn’t want to think of her actually dating someone, especially not his best friend and mentor. And the fact that Bubba let his mom call him Michael really screwed with Nick’s head. Only Bubba’s mama got away with that.
And Cherise Gautier.
As they left the school building and Nick headed home, Bubba stopped him. “I told Cherise I’d take you back to the shop with me so that I could keep an eye on you ’til she gets off work.”
“Oh my God, Bubba! I’m about to turn seventeen. Really?”
Bubba’s blue eyes darkened with tragedy.
Nick mentally kicked himself as he remembered that Bubba’s wife and son had been murdered because she’d gone home from work due to illness and had been there alone when an intruder had broken in on her.
“You don’t need to be by yourself while you’re illin'. You need someone to watch over you so you can sleep.” Bubba’s voice was emotionless, but his eyes weren’t. They carried the full weight of grief and self recrimination that Bubba crucified himself with. He held himself fully responsible for not going home early to be with his wife. It was why he took his zombie slaying to such extremes. Why he was overprotective of everyone. And that was why Nick had allowed him to date his mom. So long as Bubba was with her, he knew no one would ever harm a single hair on his mother’s head. Bubba would break them in half first.
“Okay. Sorry. You’re right.” He didn’t bother to tell Bubba that he wouldn’t have been alone at his condo.
Xev was there. Or should be.
But then only he and his crew of friends knew that Xev was really his cat, Mr. Fuzzy Boots.
As they reached Bubba’s computer and gun store that was just over a block from the school, Bubba opened the door for him. “Do I need to send Mark out for soup or something?”
“No, I’m good for the moment. But pizza in an hour would be good.”
“Pizza? Oh my God, Mikey. No wonder you like the boy. Sounds just like you!”
Nick hesitated just inside the shop at the sound of an unfamiliar male voice that was thick with a middle Tennessee drawl.
Reserved around strangers, he turned to see an average height, heavyset man at the counter who was probably in his mid to late fifties. Even though they’d never met before, Nick knew him instantly. “Hey! It’s Bubba from the commercials!” The only difference was that he didn’t have on the flannel shirt or zombie tee either, but rather wore a red polo shirt and jeans, and his black hair and beard were laced with gray.
Bubba stepped around him to put his backpack down behind the counter. “Nick, meet my father, Dr. Burdette. Dad, this is Nick.”
Nick moved forward to shake his hand. “Real pleasure to meet you, Dr. Burdette.”
“And you, though to hear my son and wife talk about you, I was expecting an ankle-biting rug rat. Not a half-grown man who stands eye-to-eye with my giant beast of a son.” He glanced at Bubba and shook his head with a sigh. “I swear to God, that boy’s mama must have been feeding him fertilizer when I wasn’t looking. Ain’t nobody in my family ever been that tall . . . hers, either, for that matter. If he didn’t look just like me, I’d be wondering, and eyeballing the mailman.”
“Daddy!” Bubba barked in a chiding tone.
“What?” he asked, blinking innocently. “It’s God’s truth, and you know it.”
Laughing, Mark stepped out from between the black curtains that separated the front of the store from the back room. Only a few years older than Nick, he was Bubba’s sidekick and best friend, and fellow zombie-hunting lunatic. The two of them got into all manner of madness whenever Nick turned his back on them.
The ying to Bubba’s yang, Mark was as fair as Bubba was dark, with shaggy light brown hair, and bright green eyes that seldom stopped laughing. Like Bubba, he’d gone to college on a full football scholarship and they’d grown up together in Tennessee before moving to New Orleans.
“Ah now, don’t let Nick’s height fool you, Dr. Burdette. He’s still an ankle-biter.” Mark smirked at Nick. “How you feeling, kiddo?”
“Sick.”
“Well, don’t give it to me or I’ll make you wash Bubba’s underwear for the next month.”
Bubba snorted as he started opening the day’s shipment and checking it in. “Don’t I pay you to work?”
“Nah. You pretend to pay me and I pretend to work.”
Ignoring them, Bubba’s father came around the counter to examine Nick. “So what are your symptoms? Sore throat?”
Eyes wide, Nick glanced at Bubba.
“He’s a GP . . . general practitioner. Worse than my mom. Surrender, kid. It’s just easier that way. He ain’t going to let you alone until you do.”
Oh great. If the doctor pulled him in for tests . . . he was still the Malachai with some unusual traits, and if they uncovered the fact that he wasn’t human this could turn ugly fast.
Clearing his throat, Nick sought to avert disaster.
“Not too bad. Mostly headache and tired and achy.”
“Hmm, might just be a cold. Let me take you in back and get your vitals. Check you out. . . . You’re the one with the preexisting heart condition, right?”
“He is.”
“Bubba!” Nick snapped.
“Don’t Bubba me, boy. Your mama and mine would skin me alive if anything happened to you on my watch. Personally, I think my mama likes you better, anyway.”
His dad laughed. “Completely not true. I was once mopping the kitchen floor when Mikey came running through the house for no good reason— like someone was trying to kill him— and fell. Now a normal woman would be mad at the kid for tracking mud on my freshly mopped floor. Let me reiterate normal woman . . . I didn’t marry normal. I married Bobbi Jean Clinton-Burdette. Ain’t no normal in that family tree, I’m telling you. So faster than I could blink, his mama done took that mop handle to me ’cause that boy skinned his knee on my fresh clean floor. I’m telling you, she got ahold of me so viciously over it that I thought one of them Greek furies had done descended on me from Mount Olympus. You’d have thought that boy lost his leg the way she carried on. But he barely bruised it. Didn’t even bleed, but boy howdy, I surely did.”
“You did not.” Bubba snorted. “And I was four when it happened.”
“Four, nothing, it was last year!”
Bubba laughed and shook his head. “It was not.” Sighing, he met Nick’s gaze. “One thing to know about my daddy, he don’t always tell the truth.”
“Now that ain’t so. I always tell the truth. I just do so creatively. Makes it more entertaining for folks that way.” He draped his arm over Nick’s shoulders and led him to the back where Bubba and Mark worked on computers while Bubba called Nick’s mom to let her know that he’d picked him up and had him “in custody.”
Dr. Burdette had him sit on a stool next to Bubba’s linked computer monitors that had an interesting array of food lined up across them. He smiled as he saw Nick frowning at it. “Excuse my food porn. Bobbi Jean keeps me on so many diets, that’s my sin right there. Anytime I get out of her sight, I start looking up desserts I can’t eat and salivating like Pavlov’s dog. You wouldn’t want to smuggle me one of them beignets later, would you?”
“Don’t you dare, Nick!” Bubba called from the other side of the curtains. “He’s diabetic and he ain’t to have none of that while he’s here.”
His father growled at him. “You and your mama, boy! What good is a conference in the Big Easy when I can’t have none of the food here? You might as well shoot me and put me out of my misery!”
Bubba carried a box of parts to the back to put them on the shelf. “I don’t want to shoot you, Daddy. But I would like to keep you around for a little while longer. So would Mama. Don’t break her heart. You done promised her you’d behave and stay on your diet.”
Nick patted him on the shoulder. “I feel your pain, Dr. Burdette. You should meet my mama. She forces me to eat vegetables.” He shuddered. “And other girl foods. It’s terrible.”
Bubba laughed. “He’s right about that, but Cherise is a great cook. I swear that woman could turn ketchup packets into a gourmet meal.”
His dad got a strange expression on his face at that.
“I think he has a fever. You mind if I take him up and get my kit?”
“Sure. I was going to let him rest in my bed anyway ’til his mama gets off work.” Bubba narrowed his gaze on Nick. “I mean that, too. Don’t let me catch you surfing porn on my PC or playing no games. You can watch TV, but I want you resting.”
“Yes, sir. Bubba, sir.” Nick scooted off the stool and headed for the stairs that led up to Bubba’s two-floor condo above his store.
As he walked up, it struck him just how familiar he’d become with Bubba over the last few years. In weird ways, he was like his father.
For that matter, he was the only father Nick had ever really known. Even though his birth father had lived with them for a time, Adarian had never felt fatherly. Never felt like he belonged as part of their family. To the day he died, he’d been a surreal stranger.
From the moment Nick had wandered into Bubba’s store to rent time on a computer for a school project, Bubba had been different.
Like Kyrian and Acheron.
Nick felt as if he’d always known them. As if they were family from aeons ago, and they had spent lifetimes of history together. Acheron would say it was because lives were a tangled tapestry of overlapping threads that spanned centuries. Souls born and reborn, always reconnecting when they were supposed to and that Nick had met them before.
Madaug would call it inherited memory. He’d written an entire paper on it for class. In his mind, the DNA of previous generations left a permanent imprint on each person when they were born, and that when two people whose DNA had interacted in another lifetime came together in their current one, some primal part of their anatomy sparked like dormant neurons in the brain firing awake. That was why Madaug thought humans had that feeling of having met someone before or having known them “forever.”
Nick wasn’t sure what he thought. He only knew what he felt. His father had left him cold. The saddest part about losing his father was that he didn’t grieve over Adarian’s passing. And that made him feel defective.
Broken.
Vacant.
Yet he knew if he lost Bubba or Kyrian, it would be different. Their loss would devastate him. As would Mark’s. Or one of his friends.
*** EDITED FOR SPOILERS
Dr. Burdette led him into Bubba’s condo and went to the guestroom to get his doctor’s bag. Nick made a beeline into Bubba’s room and grabbed a pillow from the bed and the blanket he kept folded on the chair, then headed for the couch.
When Dr. Burdette returned, he scowled at Nick, who was lying down on Bubba’s faded leather sofa.
“You’re not going to rest in the bed?”
Nick wrinkled his nose. “Feels like I’m invading his privacy to be in there. Man’s got to have his own space, you know?”
Dr. Burdette laughed. “You are a good kid . . . for a demon.”
“P-p-pardon?”
He stepped back to glance at the door as if to assure himself that they were alone. “You have one shot to come clean with me, boy, and you better tell me the truth. ’Cause I’ll know a lie and a lie will get you killed. What kind are you?” As he spoke, he didn’t pull a stethoscope out of his bag.
Dr. Bruce Burdette pulled out a gleaming gold sword that thrummed with ancient power.
Moving faster than Nick could counter, Dr. Burdette pinned him to the couch and held him there. “You have three seconds before I take your head.”