“And two shots of tequila,” Eve added.
“That’s not going—”
“To get me buzzed? I don’t care.” She managed a brief smile at the waiter. “And a taco plate, please. With lots of salsa. The hot kind.”
“Make that two,” Reed said.
Eve waited until they were alone again before speaking. “The guy’s details were moving. Writhing.”
“He was trying to intimidate you.” And it hadn’t worked well, something Reed noted and admired. “Infernals can move them at will, and only others of their kind and Marks can see the show.”
“That’s why no one paid much attention to him on the beach?”
“Exactly. Some Infernals prefer to keep their details as visible as possible, especially if they’re higher ranking. Others prefer to keep them out of sight to maintain a low profile. They can’t remove them, but they can put them in places no one wants to look.” He shrugged elegantly. “Pointless, really, because they stink so bad you can smell them coming. And when their number’s up, it’s up. Hidden details or not, once they’re in the queue, it’s only a matter of time.”
“Is that what that smell was? It reeked like a sewer.”
“Rotting soul. You can’t miss it.”
Her eyes widened with such horror, Reed felt a sharp tinge of sympathy . . . even as he appreciated how her inevitable resentment would create a rift between her and Cain.
Eve leaned forward, resting her forearms on the table and staring at him with a grimly determined gaze. “How do I get out of this gig?”
“There’s no way—”
“I don’t believe that. There has to be a way.”
Leaning back, he settled more comfortably into his chair. “Why?”
“Because I feel like a victim, that’s why.” Her jaw hardened. “And I’m not the type to take it lying down.”
“A victim.” He stilled at that.
“Wouldn’t you feel the same in my shoes?” she challenged.
Maybe. Probably.
“You’ve been placed in a position of power,” he prevaricated, “and given the tools to change the world and make it safer for others. Can’t you view this as a blessing rather than a curse?”
“The Mark of Cain is a blessing? You’re slick, but not that slick. And I’m not stupid.”
“Slick?”
The waiter returned with a tray bearing two bottles of beer, two shot glasses, and chips and salsa. Eve sat back to make room. Reed continued to watch her, smiling.
“The clothes. The cockiness.” An impatient hand gesture encompassed him from head to toe. “Slick.”
“Style and confidence, babe. I happen to like both qualities.” His voice lowered. “So do you.”
She shook her head, but the look in her eyes gave proof to his statement.
Reed reached over and caught her hand. Her fingers were long and slender, her skin soft as silk. That would change. Wield a weapon often enough and it left its mark with roughened flesh. “You don’t have to admit it.”
“I won’t.”
He bared her wrist, then lowered his head. As his lips parted and his tongue stroked across her vein, Eve watched in helpless fascination. He could smell her growing arousal and knew she’d be hot and wet. Her recently acquired hyperactive sex drive was a godsend to his plan to have her again, no pun intended. Restraint was difficult the first few years. The heightened senses and fluctuating emotions were killer until one learned to control or ignore them. The best and fastest way to release all that tension was with long, hard sex. Reed was determined to be the man Eve turned to as a pressure valve.
Straightening, he kept his gaze locked with hers. He reached for the salt with one hand, slowly stroking across her palm with the thumb of the other.
“Where is this going?” Her normally clipped tone was softened by hoarseness.
“To bed.”
“Not with me.”
He smiled and sprinkled salt over her damp skin. Picking up a shot glass, Reed licked her wrist and tossed back the tequila.
Eve handed him a slice of lime. “You’re not here to get laid.”
“How can you be sure?” He bit into the tart pulp with relish.
“You’re the type who likes to be chased, not do the chasing.”
“You don’t know me as well as you think. But that’ll change.”
“I told you, I want out.” With an offhand toast, Eve downed her shot and chased it with a long swig of the beer. She growled. “Okay. This sucks. It’s like drinking water.”
“You can’t bargain with God, Eve.”
“You can bargain with anyone, as long as you have something they want that they can’t get anywhere else.” She turned her head, her gaze moving to the strip of street visible from her position.
His glance followed hers. Sport-utility vehicles traveled alongside luxury sports cars. Joggers and in-line skaters weaved in and around each other.
“Are some of those people . . . Infernals?” she asked.
“Certainly.”
She glanced back at him. “They coexist peacefully with the rest of us?”
“If you call living with greed, depression, murder, and lies ‘peaceful.’” Reed tipped his bottle back and drank deeply. “Complete destruction of humanity isn’t the goal. They need mortals for entertainment.”
“Lovely.” She exhaled sharply. “You mentioned a queue?”
“There comes a point when an Infernal crosses the line one too many times.”
“They have to cross a line first?”
“We’re not vigilantes,” he said, chuckling. “We can’t go around whacking the bad guys for the hell of it. There’s a balance to everything. A yin and a yang, if you will. Orders have to come down. Once that happens, all bets are off.”
“And then what?”
“The Mark nearest in location who has the necessary skills is dispatched to take them out.”
“Who makes that call? God?”
“The Lord assigns Cain directly. The seraphim manage everyone else.”
Her lips pursed and he could practically see her curiosity. When she finally said, “Tell me how it works,” Reed’s answering smile was indulgent.
“Relating it to the human judicial system might make it easier to understand. Every sinner has a trial in absentia and the Lord presides over every case. Christ acts as the public defender. Clear so far?”
“I watch Law and Order.”
“Okay, good. If there’s a conviction, one of the seraphim send the order down to a firm to hunt the Infernal.”
“A firm?”
“Think of it as the bail bond agency. An archangel becomes responsible for bringing them in—like a bail bondsman. They don’t actually do any hunting. The Marks do the dirty work and they collect a bounty, just as a bounty hunter would, only in this case the prize is indulgences. Earn enough and you’ll work off your penance.”
“Bring them in? As in dead or alive?”
“Dead.”
“Blood-and-gore-dead? Or some kind of magical-dead?”
“There’s nothing magic about it.” He set his hand atop hers, trying to offer what little comfort he could. “Sometimes it’s dirty, sometimes it’s not. You’ll learn the difference. Training is intense and thorough.”
“Training in Infernal hunting?” She shook her head. “No thanks.”
“Some Marks think the work is glamorous.”
“My idea of glamour is drinking champagne and wearing a little black dress.”
Reed’s mouth curved. “Can’t wait to see it.”
“How do I get out?”
“Of the dress? I’ll help with that.”
“Jeez. Not the dress. This bounty-hunting gig.”
“Not possible.”
“Bullshit. I want to talk to someone else.”
His smile turned into a grin. “My superior?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“You’ll meet him soon enough. In the meantime, class should begin shortly. You’ll be notified when it’s time.”
“Class?” Eve stared across the table at Reed and hated the fact that she didn’t have a buzz, yet felt light-headed anyway.
Her gaze moved beyond his shoulder. She straightened. “Heads up. We’ve got company.”
Reed didn’t even flinch. “About time he showed up.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” Alec barked, stopping at their table.
“Waiting for you,” she replied, kicking out a chair for him.
Alec caught the back and dropped into the seat. He looked at Reed. “What do you want?”
“Good morning to you, too.”
“I want to know how to get rid of the mark,” Eve said.
“I haven’t figured it out yet,” Alec said grimly, “but I’m working on it.”
“It’s impossible,” Reed scoffed.
“Listen.” She crossed her arms. “I don’t subscribe to the ‘impossible’ school of thought. Anything is possible. We just have to figure out how.”
“You don’t even know what’s involved with the job yet, babe.”
“She’s not your babe,” Alec snapped.
Reed smiled.
Eve glared at both of them. “I know I’m not about to get pissed on and provoked every day of my life. I have a job I love, a home I worked damned hard for, and a life that suits me, even if it’s not perfect. I don’t want to hunt demons and nasties.”
“Pissed off,” Reed corrected.
“What?”
“You said ‘pissed on and provoked’ not ‘pissed off and provoked.’”
“I know what I said! And I meant what I said. I was out running errands while Alec was napping and ran across a gargoyle with a rotten sense of humor and a large bladder.”
Alec froze. “A gargoyle?”
“What did it look like?” Reed asked.
“Like a gargoyle,” she said dryly. “Made of gray stone or cement, small wings, big mouth. This one was kind of cute, with a face like an Ewok.”
“No,” Alec said. “What did its details look like?”
She frowned. “It didn’t have any.”
“It had to have some kind of designator,” Reed argued. “They’re marked just like you are.”
“Then he hid his details up his ass or something, because I saw every inch of him, even the bottom of his feet. He was bouncing around, spinning circles, and laughing like an idiot.”
“Maybe your sight isn’t working yet,” Alec suggested. “They can’t hide their details in body cavities. On the buttocks, genitalia, or even under their hair, yes. But it has to be on the skin.”
“I’m telling you, this guy had nothing on him,” she insisted. “And I know my ‘sight’ is working, because I saw the jerk on the beach’s details just fine.”
“Jerk on the . . .” Alec scowled. “You ran into something else?”
“You can see why taking a nap was a great idea,” Reed drawled.
“Screw you.” Alec looked fit to kill again. “That was probably your idea.”
“Not this time. I was too busy keeping your girl alive.”
“You can’t even keep yourself alive.”
Eve stood.
The brothers barked in unison, “Where are you going?”
“Away from you two. I’ll take my food to go, then you can fight over which one of you will pay.”
“Sit down, angel.”
Alec’s voice arrested her, the tone of command undeniable. This was a different side of Alec. Even more delicious than the others.
Damned libido.
Angry with her unruly desires, Eve plopped back into her seat.
“Tell me everything that happened,” Alec said. “Every detail.”
When she finished, the two men exchanged glances.
“What?” Eve asked.
“The tengu went after you,” Reed said. “He shouldn’t have.”
“Tengu?”
“The demon you thought was a gargoyle.”
“I feel like the kid in school who has Kick Me taped to her back,” she muttered. She looked at Alec. His unwritten sign said Don’t Mess with Me. If she had to wear any sign, that was the one she wanted.
“We have to find him.” Alec’s fingers drummed atop the plastic table.
The server returned with their food and they all waited while the plates were set down. Alec ordered the same meal, then watched Eve closely as she began to eat.
“Why do we need to find him?” Eve asked between bites of her first taco.
“We need to know who he’s affiliated with.”
“By his details?”
“Yes.”
“Fine.”
A smile tugged at the corner of Alec’s mouth. “You sound grumpy.”
“Neither of you believe me. That thing was completely gray from head to toe. Not a speck of color or design on him.”
“Your senses probably didn’t kick in until you ran across the Nix on the beach,” Reed pointed out, wiping his mouth with a paper napkin. “They fluctuate quite a bit for the first couple of weeks.”
“A Nix?” Alec swore.
“Is that bad?” Eve glanced back and forth between the two.
“Hell yeah, that’s bad. And I bet you riled him up with that mouth of yours.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my mouth.”
Both men’s gazes dropped to her lips. They tingled in response. She cleared her throat.
“And the tengu is bad, too?” she asked in order to break the sudden tension.
“Any demon is bad,” Reed answered. “But as far as pests go, a tengu is a mosquito and a Nix is a rat. Our resources are strapped, so the tengu fall fairly low on the scale. We don’t hunt them as actively as we do some other Infernals.”