Part 38 (1/2)
She had one chance to answer that question correctly. Live or die...
What else was new?
”Anyone know who called for this delightful little meeting?” the fair-haired male grumbled in a smooth voice born of enhanced genetics and a hint of British influence. The sound matched the urbane angles of his European face, which could be Slovak or Russian. He straightened his shoulders as if that would smooth the creases in his overpriced suit, obviously tailored to fit that athletically cut body that James Bond would envy. She'd put him in his early thirties and close to six foot three.
Bad, black, and wicked next to him might be an inch or so shorter, but he balanced out the difference with a pound or two of extra kick-your-a.s.s muscle.
”Introductions appear necessary... unless you two know each other.” The blond guy looked in her direction, then at the other male, but she doubted he could see a thing in this blackness.
Then again, as a Belador, who knew what powers he had? That thought sent another chill down her spine.
Evalle fought a smirk over pretty boy's dry tone and well-honed nonchalance. She'd never met a Belador male who wasn't alpha to the core. But she had no intention of jumping in first to answer after blind trust had landed her here.
Trust had never come easy to her to begin with. She'd been a victim enough in her life, and one of these two could very easily be a Medb surveillance plant.
Tonight's betrayal had put a serious damper on her ”team” mentality and it burned raw inside her.
”I suppose I shall have to open negotiations,” pretty boy continued, undeterred by the rude silence. ”I'm Quinn.”
The other prisoner still hadn't twitched since being hauled into the cave by four Medb warlocks and slammed against the wall. He'd been the last one captured. Blood that had trickled earlier from gashes in his exposed chest was now dried... and the gashes were gone. Rumors had surfaced that a few of the more powerful Belador warriors could self-heal some wounds overnight, but she'd never heard of one healing so quickly. Odd.
His head was completely bald and s.e.xy, that added a lethal edge to his face. Ripped muscles curved along his long arms. All that body flowed down to the narrow waist of his jeans. He cleared his throat and even that sounded dangerous. ”I'm Tzader.”
”The Maistir?” Quinn's gaze walked up and down the other warrior, sizing him up.
”Yes.”
Truth or lie? Evalle had never met Tzader Burke, commander of all the North American Beladors. If he was Maistir that might explain why Evalle had never met Tzader Burke, commander of all the North American Beladors. If he was Maistir that might explain why he he was here. He would be a coup in any Medb's career. was here. He would be a coup in any Medb's career.
She slashed a look at the self-appointed cave host, waiting on Quinn to make the next move.
He s.h.i.+fted his head in Evalle's direction. ”I can see another faint aura glowing across from us. A woman I presume from the shape of it.”
How come other Beladors could see auras, but not her? What had she done to tick off the aura fairy?
When she didn't pick up the conversation thread, Quinn said, ”You would be?”
”p.i.s.sed off,” Evalle answered, opening her eyes all the way.
He smirked. ”Love the name, dear. Should I refer to you as simply p.i.s.sed?”
She ignored his sarcasm. ”No offense, I'm going to need a little more information before I'm ready to buddy up to anyone anyone. Especially two who could be lying to me.”
First again to keep the ball rolling, Quinn nodded. ”I had a.s.sumed only Beladors answered the call, but your aura is-”
”-not Belador,” Tzader interjected.
Quinn's moment of hesitation spoke louder than his words. ”I see.”
Snubbed again by Beladors. What else was new? Even though she'd heard the traitor's call for help telepathically just like this pair of Beladors had, and felt the sizzle of their tribe's connection on her skin, they still didn't consider her one of them.
Raw fury roiled through her veins. What would she have to do to be considered one of the group? But then why was she surprised or even hurt? Her own family had wanted nothing to do with her. Why should anyone else?
Still, she refused to be discounted so easily. ”You two may be able to see auras, but I doubt that either of you see see anything else in this pitch dark. Not like I can.” anything else in this pitch dark. Not like I can.”
”That explains it,” Tzader murmured in disgust.
”What precisely does that explain?” Quinn allowed his annoyance to come through that time. Not the happy cave host after all.
”She's an Alterant.” Tzader stared her way, studying on something. ”The only one not not in VIPER protective custody.” in VIPER protective custody.”
Evalle released a sharp stream of air from between clenched teeth. ”Right. Protective custody sounds so much more civilized than being jailed jailed, which is what really happened to the other five Alterants. I'm not there, because I refuse to live in a cage.” She'd been there, done that, and burned the T-s.h.i.+rt reminder, and it would take more than the entire Belador race to put her back in one.
And she had no doubt how he'd vote if she s.h.i.+fted into a beast in front of him.
Thumbs down.
Yeah, the pendulum was buried on the side of them being her enemies.
Tzader frowned as he studied something. ”You work for VIPER?”
VIPER-Vigilante International Protectors Elite Regiment-was a multinational coalition of all types of unusual beings and powerful ent.i.ties created to protect the world from supernatural predators. Beladors made up the majority of VIPER's force and if that really was Tzader Burke across from her he'd know the only free Alterant worked with VIPER. Might as well cop to it. ”I'm in the southwestern region.”
Quinn said, ”I'm with VIPER as well and was on my way to investigate a Birrn demon sighting in Salt Lake City when I heard the call. What about you two?”
”Meeting an informant in Wendover,” Tzader replied, mentioning the small gaming town at the UtahNevada border. ”What were you doing in this area tonight, Alterant?”
Following a lead I have no intention of sharing with you... d.i.c.khead.
When she didn't answer, Tzader chuckled in a humorless way that brushed a ripple of unease across her skin. ”Listen, sweetheart. We might have another couple hours or we might only have a couple minutes. The Medb don't ransom. They trap, plunder minds, use bodies in hideous ways, and toss the carca.s.ses into a fire pit. I could reach Brina even this far belowground, but I can't get through the spell coating these walls. So there's not going to be a Belador cavalry charging in to save us. You either join up and help us find a way to escape or prepare for the worst death you can imagine.”
As if she didn't know the stakes...
And hadn't lived through a fate worse than death. They had no idea who and what they were dealing with.
”I quite agree, love,” Quinn added. ”I can understand your resistance to trusting anyone after being caught in this trap. I, too, want that traitorous Belador's head as a hood ornament on my Bentley, but none of us will have any chance to discover his ident.i.ty if we don't survive and that endangers all our people.”
Evalle would give him that, but hanging here manacled to a rock wall by majik didn't exactly instill a sense of camaraderie in her. More like, it brought back memories that made her seethe.
She held the key to possibly overpowering the Medb-a physical ability to s.h.i.+ft into a more powerful form that might afford the three of them the combined energy to fight their way out of here. But using that ability would expose the secret she'd s.h.i.+elded for five years and give the Tribunal, the ruling body of VIPER, all the reason they'd need to lock her back inside a cage.
Adult Alterants did not get a second chance for any infraction. The five male Alterants with unnaturally pale-green eyes like Evalle's had s.h.i.+fted into hideous beasts over the past six years and killed humans-and Beladors-before being imprisoned.
When she'd turned eighteen and a Belador druid had appeared and informed Evalle of her destiny, she'd explained how the dark sungla.s.ses she wore constantly protected her ultra-sensitive eyes. By the time the Beladors had realized her eyes were the pale green of an Alterant, she hadn't s.h.i.+fted or posed a danger. For that reason, the Belador warrior queen Brina had asked the Tribunal to allow her warriors to train Evalle with the understanding by all parties of what would happen if Evalle ever s.h.i.+fted.
Transforming into a beast would mean immediate imprisonment.
These two Beladors in the cave with her had taken a vow to uphold the Belador code of protecting humanity, which also meant reporting any Alterant who s.h.i.+fted.
Evalle had almost changed into a beast once.