Forbidden, Tempted Series (Book 1) (10 page)

“Aww, did you miss me?” His lip curled up and her stupid heart did that stupid pitter-patter thing again and she really wanted to punch him. Like lay him flat and then kick him in the junk for good measure.

“Get over yourself, loser.” She’d started to turn when he grabbed her elbow and her entire body literally seemed to burn from the contact—it snapped and sparked like a flame coming to life. Confused and slightly breathless, she shook him off.

“You need to go home,” he growled, and her spine went stiff because he was so close, his heat hugging her from behind, his warm breath whispering in her ear, smelling of mint.

“You know.” She twirled on her heel, pinning him with a hard glare, ignoring the fact that he hadn’t moved back a step, every cell in her body traitorously aware of him. “Funny, because I was just thinking to myself how very badly I wanted to go home, except I don’t have a ride.”

He glanced at her feet. And she was pretty sure she’d seen a flash of humor skate across his full lower lip before it again became that perpetual frown she associated with him. “Then walk, princess.”

Glaring, furious, she counted slowly to ten, refusing to give him the satisfaction of yelling again. “Fine.”

She had zero clue how to get home from here. Riding behind Abel, she hadn’t exactly been paying attention. Flint stomped back down to the quarry, searching for her shoes and shirt. Her breathing was hard and her body shaking, but not from the cold, rather from a fury so bone deep she seriously wanted to hurt something.

Namely something that started with a
C
and ended with an
n
.

Abel called her name, waving at her to come back. Flint shook her head and mimed that she was sleepy. She was so angry by this point she was pretty sure talking right now would be explosive. She slipped her sandals on, yanked her shirt over her head, and marched back up, refusing to even look at Cain as she passed him.

She felt his look, that same hard look that’d pressed in on her earlier. Flint made it about a hundred yards out of the quarry, each step making her blood boil hotter, before she was jerked to a stop.

He’d yanked her arm. Again.

“What!” she snapped.

“Shouldn’t walk out here all by yourself, princess.”

“Screw you, Cain. This princess can take care of herself.”

His brows rose and those lips she hated so much—only because she couldn’t stop obsessing about them—curved up into a grin that was like a kick in the gut. If he would only just look pretty and not say a word. Ever. Then they could probably get along.

A twinge of fire set up residence in the back of her skull, hammering away. She’d have a major headache by the end of the night.

“Princess, I seriously doubt that.”

Flint narrowed her eyes, fed up with his
princess
crap. “For the record, the name’s Flint DeLuca. Use it. And secondly”—she unhooked her elbow from his hand—“take a Valium. You told me to walk, I’m walking.”

“Do you always do whatever anybody tells you?”

He was smirking again, that cocky, self-righteous.... Delicious... She hated him.

“You are such a jerk.”

“My car’s back this way.” He jerked his head. “I’ll give you a ride home.”

“I’d really rather walk.”

He lifted a brow. “Not gonna happen.” He grabbed her arm again and she jerked.

“Stop grabbing me,” she snarled.

“Follow and I won’t grab, make a run for it and I’ll fling you over my shoulder.”

She huffed and then sputtered, “You’re... that’s.... I...”

“That’s what they all say.”

“Pig!”

He snorted and then walked to his car. She debated whether to make a run for it, but in the end decided she didn’t want to test his threat.

His grin was rakish as he looked back at her. “And, princess, you might want to take that shirt off and sit on it—don’t want my seat stained.”

“I hate you.”

His laugh was the only thing she heard.

C
ain slammed his car door with a world-weary sigh and leaned against the hood for a second. The sky was that hazy color of lavender right before dawn—he hadn’t gotten any sleep last night. After dropping Flint off, he’d scouted downtown, looking for more hive, but hadn’t found any. He’d gone back again tonight, and again, nothing. Like the hive had disappeared. Which he knew wasn’t true because the maggots were still infecting the school.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. The adrenaline that hummed constantly through his veins was now nothing but a whimper. And the entire time he should have been focusing on finding the hive, he’d been thinking about Flint.

She’d been in a green bra. And had let everyone see. He blew out a furious breath.

On top of that, she was definitely being followed by hive. He had no doubt the note was left by hive, because the night at the quarry there’d been one of the hive there. And it’d been watching her. If he’d had more time he’d have bound the maggot and transported it back to the circus, but she was too close. She might have heard. Plus, he didn’t want it to escalate in front of her.

Humans could never know his world.

There’d not been a choice other than to kill it and wait for the sun to do its thing the next morning.

“Hard night?”

The sultry, exotic voice made him open his eyes. “You could say that.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

Aunt Pandora gave him the once-over. Her raven’s-wing brow quirked. “Where have you been? Adam went ballistic tonight. Said you were supposed to muck out the stalls during the show.”

He shrugged. “Adam can just suck it. Besides...” He settled in, crossing his booted feet at the ankles. “We both know that’s not why I’m here.”

Pandora leaned beside him.

In truth, she wasn’t really his aunt. Not by blood anyway. Adam and Pandora were the same species. Nephilim, demon-human hybrids, and two of a very rare group anymore. The clan liked to stick close together—strength in numbers was what she always said.

But she’d been around as long as he could remember, and he’d never known her as anything other than his aunt.

“Order’s been up my butt about some area in Venice.”

His aunt was the theatrical type; she loved dressing up like an old Victorian Goth. Her dress was satin cream and buttoned all the way up her throat, reminding him of a Gothic angel.

But he’d seen her in a killing haze once before. Nephilim were no angels. And when she was in full-on demon mode, that was the stuff of nightmares.

“So you’re leaving? Really could use you to help me crack into the hive.”

She nodded. “Sorry, guy. Got my marching orders tonight. Luc’s packing up our van right now.” Pandora pointed to a dark blur of shadow a few yards off.

Luc was her off–again/on-again... something. Blond hair, lavender eyes, and mean as the devil. Cain never had liked the bastard.

“A word of advice, Cain.”

He cocked his brow.

“Don’t get too caught up with that girl.”

“What girl?” Instantly he felt the stirrings of the beast flare to life.

“Whoa there, cowboy.” She grinned and patted his forearm. “You know me and you know exactly why I’m urging caution here, right?”

Cain forked his fingers through his hair.

Peering at him with hypnotic lavender eyes, Pandora nodded. “You saw what your dad did to your mom. How that totally screwed him up. Don’t be a statistic, Cain. It never works for us. Why do you care?”

“I’m not one of you guys. Besides”—he smirked—“I thought demons don’t have feelings.”

She gave an unladylike snort. His aunt might look like a delicate flower, but beneath the pretty façade lurked a monster that even he feared.

She cupped his cheek, her warm hand instantly quieting the hum in his blood. There were monsters worse than him in this world. Easy to see the pretty face and never realize she was over five thousand years old.

“Yeah, that’s the biggest lie we tell ourselves, isn’t it?”

He ground his jaw when she pulled away and glanced over his shoulder, holding up a finger.

A second later he knew why when Luc’s voice cut through their conversation. “C’mon, Dora! Time is money.”

“Shut your piehole, Luc!” she yelled back and then gave Cain a weak grin. “Boss man’s getting impatient.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He flicked his wrist and pushed off his car, making to head to his trailer and catch an hour nap before school.

“Oh, by the way...” She grinned, and her teeth were no longer blunt, but sharp and sickle-shaped. “Left a little surprise for you in the shed.”

He cocked his head.

“She, at least I think that’s what it is with all its skin flapping off, is pretty pissed.”

“You caught a drone?”

“Caught something.”

He grinned. “I was just gonna bag one at school this morning. Last one wasn’t in a talkative mood, had to kill—”

Pandora hissed and grabbed his elbow, curling her fingers around until they resembled claws. “Don’t you ever do that, Cain. You follow our laws and keep it by the book. Don’t want the Order breathing down our necks—trust me. There’s something going on there, I dunno...” She twisted her lips and then sighed. “Just promise me, Cain, by the book. Kill as many hive as you need to find that queen, but keep it by the book.”

Her voice was cold, a rumbling grate that tore down his spine and made him shiver, but her eyes glittered with something close to fear.

What could make a five-thousand-year-old demon tremble that way?

Whatever it was, it wasn’t something Cain wanted any part of. He already had enough problems. “Yeah. All right.”

“Pandora. Woman,” Luc roared.

She rolled her eyes, gave Cain a quick, hard kiss on the cheek, and then moved off as quietly as a ghost.

Exhausted, he licked his teeth and headed for the shed.

~*~

A
n hour later, the drone was dead. Nothing but a bloody pulp of bits and flesh. He was panting, breathing heavily when a hard hand clapped his shoulder.

“Crap, Cain.” Seth’s gray eyes roamed the length of the blood-splattered shed.
Aswang
was everywhere, on the roof, on the floor, on Cain’s clothes. “Did you at least find out where the queen’s being hidden?”

Heaving for air, hardly able to talk, Cain stood in a dazed sort of shock. Killing wasn’t what bothered him, what bothered him was the violence of this attack. Because tonight he discovered the real reason why the hive was so obsessed with discovering his weakness. He was emitting pheromones, pheromones they could smell.

Pheromones the queen could control by controlling his weakness.

He turned to Seth, a snarl on his face. “What’d you find out about Flint DeLuca?”

Seth held up his hands; outside Eli stood as stunned as his twin. “Nothing, man, clean as a whistle. No priors, born seventeen years ago, her mom died walking the tightrope, her dad became an alcoholic, few calls to the police for drunken disorderly... but nothin’, they’re clean.”

Cain grabbed fistfuls of his hair and growled. “This can’t be happening!”

“What man?”

Cain shoulder-bumped Seth out of the way and then walked out of the shed, heading to Adam’s trailer, not caring if he woke him up. Cain stomped up the steps and flung the door open, rocking the trailer.

A startled female cry rang out and then everything was a blur as Adam rammed his forearm into Cain’s throat, pinning him against the wall as it heaved with a violent shudder.

“What do you want?” Adam’s blue eyes were merciless.

“Adam, stop!” Cain’s mother sat up on the pullout couch mattress, wrapping the sheet around her upper body, her long black hair covering the left side of her face. The one that looked like someone had doused her in gas and lit her on fire.

Adam’s nostrils flared. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t rip your head off your shoulders right now.”

Throat tight from a lack of air, blood pumped full of rage, Cain punched Adam in the side of the head, dazing him just long enough to flinch.

It was enough.

Taking a greedy gulp of air, he twisted out of Adam’s grip but couldn’t stop from slumping to the ground, coughing and hacking as he tried to clear his airway.

Adam glanced down in disgust. “Get up. You’re man enough to come into my house uninvited, then get up.”

Black spots swimming in his eyes, Cain slowly got to his feet. His throat hurt like a mother, but he forced himself to speak through it. “You told me I wasn’t anything like you. You swore it couldn’t happen to me.”

A slow smile curled Adam’s lips. “Dora’s parting gift. Take it the drone talked, did it? What’d it tell you?”

Adam planted his bare feet shoulder width apart. Dark hair tousled from sleep, and wearing nothing but a pair of checkered boxers and a white shirt, he didn’t appear as anything other than a human. But it was merely the bait that set the trap.

“Enough. The truth.” Cain clenched his fingers by his side, glancing at his mother who looked frail and so fragile in that large bed. “What do you have to say about it? Anything?” He lifted a brow.

Adam chuckled. “I lied. You’re just like me. You’re all just like me.”

“Adam, honey, please don’t do this.”

Breathing heavily through his nose, Adam dropped his head for a brief instant, but not before Cain caught the rare glimpse of pain filter through his eyes. When he looked back up, it was already gone.

“If they told you what I think they told you, then you make sure you don’t get attached to anything. You do, you kill it.”

His mother sucked in a sharp breath. “How dare you, Adam?” She clutched the sheet tighter. “How dare you? You wouldn’t do it to me, why in the world would you force that on him?”

The muscle in Adam’s jaw tensed, and his eyes looked like cut glass when he said, “You do as I say, Cain. You already know how bad it can get.”

Cain shook his head and flexed his fingers. “I’ve got to shower, got
school
.” He turned on his heel.

“Oh, and lock that door behind you,” Adam drawled.

Hand on the knob, Cain smiled viciously. “By the way, old man, got a mess in the shed that needs cleaning up.”