The Dark-Hunters (142 page)

He went to the counter and reached for a plate.

“Sit, I’ll bring it to you.”

“No, princess,” he said sharply. Having been forced to serve others, he refused to have anyone serve him. “I can fix it myself.”

She held her hands up in surrender. “Fine, Prince Charming. If there’s anything I can respect, it’s those who take care of themselves.”

“Why do you keep calling me that? Are you mocking me?”

She shrugged. “You call me ‘princess,’ I call you ‘Prince Charming.’ I figure turnabout is fair play.”

Giving her a grudging amount of respect, he reached for the bacon that was lying on a saucer by the stove. “How do you fry this when you can’t see it?”

“The microwave. I just push the timer for it.”

The wolf came over and started sniffing at his leg. It looked up at him as if it were offended and started barking at him.

“Shut up, Benji,” he snarled. “I don’t want to hear about my hygiene from someone who licks his own balls.”

“Zarek!” Astrid gasped. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

He clenched his teeth. Fine, he wouldn’t speak anymore. Silence was what he was best at anyway.

The wolf whined and yapped.

“Shh,” she soothed. “If he doesn’t want to bathe, it’s none of our business.”

His appetite gone, Zarek set his plate on the table and returned to his room where he couldn’t offend them anymore.

*   *   *

Astrid felt her way to the table, expecting to find Zarek there. All she found was his plate of uneaten food.

“What happened?”
she asked Sasha.

“If he had feelings, I would say you hurt them. Like as not, he went back to the room to find a weapon so he can kill us.”

“Sasha! Tell me what happened just now.”

“Okay, he put the plate down and left.”

“What did he look like?”

“Nothing. He didn’t show any kind of emotion.”

That didn’t help her at all.

She went after Zarek.

“Go away,” he snapped after she knocked on his door and pushed it open.

Astrid stood in the doorway, wishing she could see him. “What do you want, Zarek?”

“I…” his voice trailed off.

“You what?”

Zarek couldn’t speak the truth. He wanted to be warm. Just once in his life, he wanted warmth. Not just physical but mental warmth.

“I want to leave.”

She sighed at his words. “You’ll die if you go out there.”

“So what if I do?”

“Does your life truly have no value or meaning to you?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Then why haven’t you killed yourself?”

He snorted at that. “Why should I? The only enjoyment I have in my life is knowing I piss off everyone around me. If I were dead, it would make them all happy. God forbid I should ever do that.”

To his surprise, she laughed. “I wish I could see your face to know if you were joking or not.”

“Trust me, I’m not.”

“Then I’m sorry for you. I wish you had something that made you happy.”

Zarek looked away from her. Happy. He didn’t even understand that word. It was as alien to him as kindness. Compassion.

Love.

Now there was a word that never entered his vocabulary. He couldn’t imagine what others must feel.

For love, Talon had almost died so that Sunshine could live. For love, Sunshine had bartered her soul to free Talon.

All he knew was hatred, anger. It was the only thing that kept him warm. The only thing that kept him living.

So long as he hated, he had a reason to live.

“Why do you want to live here in this cabin alone?”

She shrugged. “I like having my own place. My family visits me often, but I’d rather be alone.”

“Why?”

“Because I hate to be babied. My mother and sisters act as if I’m helpless. They want to do everything for me.”

Astrid waited for him to say something more.

He didn’t.

“Would you like to take a bath?” she asked after a brief wait.

“Do I bother you?”

She shook her head. “Not at all. It’s entirely up to you.”

Zarek had never really had to be concerned with things such as bathing. When he was a slave, no one cared whether or not he was clean, and in truth he’d stayed dirty so that no one would want to approach him any more than was necessary.

As a Dark-Hunter, he’d been completely alone even before his banishment to Alaska. And once here it had been so difficult to do anything as simple as bathe that he had all but forsaken it.

It had only been after Fairbanks had started being settled that he had bought a large tub that he used only when he knew he was going into town.

His brief stay in New Orleans had been a treasured delight of running hot and cold water and showers that could last for an entire hour before the water turned cold on him.

Had Astrid ordered him to bathe, he wouldn’t have considered it. Because she had offered him a choice, he headed for the bathroom.

“The towels are in the hall closet.”

Zarek paused at the closet right outside the bathroom and opened the door. Like everything in the house, it was well kept. All the towels were folded up neatly. Hell, they were even color coordinated to match the rest of the house.

He grabbed a large fluffy green one and went to bathe.

Astrid heard the water come on. She took a deep, fortifying breath.

Strange, until Sasha had mentioned it, she hadn’t realized Zarek hadn’t had a bath. He hadn’t smelled or anything and he washed his hands so much that she just assumed the rest of him was clean, too.

She returned to the kitchen to find Sasha eating Zarek’s pancakes.

“What are you doing?”

“He didn’t want them. They were getting cold.”

“Sasha!”

“What? It’s not nice to waste food.”

She shook her head at the wolf as she moved to make another batch for Zarek. Maybe he would be more sociable when he left the shower.

He wasn’t. If anything he was even surlier as he gulped down the pancakes.

“He’s disgusting,”
Sasha said to her.
“He eats like an animal. Be thankful you’re blind.”

“Sasha, lay off the man.”

“Lay off, my ass. He uses his fork like a shovel and I swear he shoved one entire pancake in his mouth at once.”

Astrid would have been disgusted had she not been in his dreams. No one had ever taught him even the most basic form of manners. He had been relegated to a corner on the floor just like the animal Sasha called him.

In his human life, food had been scarce. And on the heels of that thought came another startling realization. Food when he was a Dark-Hunter would have been scarce, as well.

Unlike the others of his kind, Zarek didn’t have a Squire to plant and grow his food in the daytime. To tend animals and make his meals. For centuries, he’d lived in Alaska’s harsh climate where winter sources of food were seriously limited.

She felt suddenly sick at the thought. No doubt he would have starved to death as a human.

Dark-Hunters couldn’t die of malnutrition. But they could suffer from it every bit as much as a human being.

She made another plate of pancakes for him.

“What’s this?” he asked as she set it down near him.

“In case you’re still hungry.”

He didn’t say anything, but she listened to him slide the plate across the table an instant before she heard him snap open the lid on the syrup.

“I can’t stand watching him make pancake soup with the syrup again,”
Sasha said.
“I’ll be in the den if you need me.”

Astrid ignored him as she listened to Zarek eating. How she wished she could see him.

“No you don’t,”
Sasha said.

She had a feeling Sasha was overreacting. She knew the wolf well enough to know Zarek could have impeccable manners and Sasha would complain.

After Zarek finished eating, he got up from the table and rinsed his plate off.

No, he wasn’t a pig. He was a lonely, hurt man who didn’t know how to cope in a world that had turned its back on him.

She saw in him what Acheron did and her respect for the Atlantean grew immensely to realize that he could see what no one else did.

Now she just had to find some way to save Zarek from a goddess who was through with him.

If she didn’t, Artemis would order him dead.

She listened to him tear a paper towel off the rack.

“I heard on the news that it’s still storming. They have no idea when the storm will break. They said it was the worst snowstorm in centuries.”

Zarek let out a long tired breath. “I have to leave tonight.”

“You can’t.”

“I have no choice.”

“We all have choices.”

“No we don’t, princess. Only people with money and influence have choices. For the rest of us, basic necessity dictates what we have to do to survive.” He crossed the floor. “I have to go.”

Astrid panicked. Since he was a Dark-Hunter he really could leave. Unlike the humans she’d judged, Zarek’s life wouldn’t be endangered if he left the cabin tonight. It would be cold and harsh, but he was used to that.

What was she going to do?

If she followed him, he would figure out very quickly that she was immortal, too.

For a second she considered calling on her sisters, then stopped herself. If she did that, they’d never let her forget it. She needed to handle this alone.

But what would keep him here when he was so determined to leave?

She turned toward the door and knocked over something on the counter. Picking it up, she felt a small bottle of spice that reminded her of the serums M’Adoc had given her.

A large enough dose of Lotus serum would keep Zarek unconscious for a few days …

But then he would be trapped in his nightmares with no way to wake up.

Such a thing could cause him to go insane.

Or she could direct his dreams like a Skoti might.

Dare she try it?

Before she could reconsider, she went to her room to get the bottle she had hidden in her nightstand.

Now she just had to find some way to get the serum into Zarek.

8

Zarek was headed out into the storm. He lifted the hood of his coat and started down the hallway.

Astrid met him halfway to the door. He paused at the sight of her waiting there for him. Desire rushed through him, making him hard and aching. Her face looked sad and the novelty of that stunned him most of all.

Gods, she was so beautiful. For a moment, he actually wished he could stay here with her. That he could be as lucky as the wolf she had dragged in from the wild and tamed.

He wished he dared to reach out for a star.

Do it!

Zarek balled his hands into fists before he could yield to that burning desire. Slaves didn’t have wishes or dreams.

They didn’t lust after women who were too good for them.

He shouldn’t even be looking at her, let alone be hard from wanting to touch her.

No matter how much he fought against it, no matter how many times he railed against Acheron and Artemis, he knew the truth. Two thousand years later, he was still a slave. One owned by a Greek goddess who wanted him dead.

He could deny his destiny all he wanted to, but in the end, he knew his place in this world.

Women like Astrid weren’t meant for men like him. They were meant for decent, civilized men. Men who knew the meaning of such simple words as “kindness,” “warmth,” “compassion,” “friendship.”

Love.

He started past her.

“Here,” she said, holding out a cup of hot tea.

The aroma was sweet, pleasant, but it didn’t heat him half as much as the sight of the slight blush in her cheeks. “What’s this?”

“I would say arsenic and vomit, but you trust me so little anyway, I don’t dare. It’s hot rosemary tea with a bit of honey. I want you to drink it before you leave. It’ll help keep you warm on your journey.”

Somewhat amused by her reiteration of his rudeness, Zarek at first wanted to toss it. But he couldn’t quite do it. It was too thoughtful a gift and thoughtful gifts were an extreme rarity in his experience.

He hated to admit just how deeply this simple act touched him.

He hardened even more with the thought.

Thanking her, he drank it down, staring at her the whole time over the rim of the cup. Gods, how he was going to miss her; but that made even less sense than anything else.

As he drank the tea, his eyes drank in the sight of her.

Her jeans hugged long, shapely legs that a man couldn’t help but dream of having wrapped around his waist.

His shoulders.

But it was her butt that he wanted most. It begged to be cupped by his hands while he pressed her softness to his groin so that she could feel just how much he burned for her.

Against his will, he imagined her naked in his arms. Her lips on his, her breasts in his hands, while he lost himself inside her hot, wet body.

I have got to get out of here.

Zarek downed the last of the tea, then handed the empty cup back to her.

She took a step away from him, clutching the cup in her hands, her face even sadder than before. “I wish you would stay, Zarek.”

He savored the sound of those rare words. Even if she didn’t mean them, they still made him ache. “Sure you do, princess.”

“I do.” The sincerity on her face burned through him.

But it was anger he felt most from her comment. “Don’t lie to me. I can’t stand lies.”

He pushed past her, intent on the door, but as he reached it, his head began to fog.

His eyesight dimmed.

Zarek paused as he tried to focus his gaze. His limbs felt heavy all of a sudden. Leaden. It was a struggle just to breathe.

What was this?

He reached for the door only to find his knees buckling. Then everything went black.

Astrid cringed at the sound of Zarek hitting the floor. How she wished she could have caught him before he fell. But without her eyesight, there was nothing she could do.

Going over to him, she checked to make certain he was all right.