Eve of Darkness Page 23


“True.”


“So what do you want?”


His voice came with a sharp edge. “I want you to do your job the way you are supposed to.”


Eve’s erratic emotions kicked in with gusto. Her mouth spit out words before her brain fully caught on. “I don’t work for you—yet—Mr. Gadara.”


“You have been working for me for eight days now, a circumstance I am beginning to regret.”


“Eight days?” She stood, unable to contain her sudden restlessness. She wasn’t anxious so much as antagonized, and she was quickly learning that her new disposition didn’t take well to antagonism.


“You are a loose cannon, Ms. Hollis, and that is the last thing I need in my firm.”


“Your firm?”


Eve remembered her conversation with Reed at the beach. Think of it as a bail bond agency. An archangel becomes responsible for bringing them in—like a bail bondsman.


Was Gadara the archangel? She suddenly felt dizzy.


The phone on Gadara’s desk beeped a subdued tone. He picked up the receiver. “Yes?” Satisfaction lit his dark eyes. “Send him in.”


Glancing at the door, Eve fully expected Alec to enter, yet she was still oddly surprised when he did. Over six feet of aggravated, windblown male.


“Raguel,” he barked, tossing a dark glare at Eve. “I don’t appreciate you sending for my Mark without me.”


“I wanted to see if she would defy you, Cain, and if you would be able to stop her if she did. Regrettably, you both failed to follow orders.”


The screen retracted into the ceiling and the dimmed lights brightened. But not before Alec caught a glimpse of the matinee.


“You better find a tactic beyond intimidation,” Alec warned. “That might work on other novices, but not this one.”


She glanced back and forth between the two, feeling like she was myopic and unable to see the picture everyone else was looking at. However, one thing was painfully clear—Alec and Gadara knew each other quite well. Which couldn’t be good.


“What’s going on?” she queried.


“You violated one of the most basic tenets of initiation,” Gadara said to Alec. “Taking a Mark out in the field prior to training—”


“We weren’t in the field.”


Gadara stood, thrusting both hands down on the table. The sudden break in his nonchalance was frightening. “Bullshit. She stinks like demon. Whether the assignment was sanctioned or not is moot.”


“I can’t leave her alone; Infernals are all over her. She’s too vulnerable.”


“You should have asked her handler for help.”


“I would have, if I’d known who it is.”


“I thought that was obvious. Abel will manage her.”


“Are you shitting me? After the way he marked her?”


“Perhaps you would like to watch the tape?” Gadara asked silkily. “The marking was not as one-sided as you might choose to believe.”


“There’s a tape?” Eve croaked, knowing she’d be blushing to the roots of her hair if her physical reactions worked the way they used to.


Alec growled, his fists clenching. “I’ll take you down, Raguel. I’m not one of your pawns.”


“No.” Gadara smiled. “But she is.”


Alec tensed.


Eve stepped up. “I want that tape.”


“He’s got your life in his hands,” Alec bit out, “and you want a sex tape?”


“Yeah.” She scowled at Gadara. “If you don’t want me around, let me go. I won’t complain.”


“He’s not going to do that.” Alec’s tone was too subdued.


“How do you know?”


“Because you and I are a package deal, and having God’s personal enforcer on his team is a coup he wouldn’t give up for anything.”


“Damn it!” she groused. “You are more trouble than you’re worth, you know that?”


“I come with benefits, if you get around to using them. Besides, the best he can do is transfer you to another firm. Only God can free you completely.”


Eve pinned Gadara with a sharp glare. “I hate being in the dark. Explain the firm to me.”


Gadara gestured toward her vacated seat. “Sit down, Ms. Hollis, and I will explain—” he looked at Alec “—since your mentor has yet to.”


“Save your breath,” Alec said dryly. “You can’t put a wedge between us.” He tugged the second chair closer to hers and sank into it. He caught her hand and held it.


Gadara stared at the display of affection and settled back in his seat as if they had all the time in the world. “Just as Hell has various kings—”


“—Heaven has kingpins,” Alec finished.


“I resent that term,” Gadara complained.


“If the shoe fits . . .”


“It does not.”


“Uh-huh . . .”


Eve squeezed Alec’s hand in warning. “Keep going.”


Gadara’s brow arched at her tone. “The mark system is vast. It needs to be organized and self-sufficient. In order to accomplish that, capitalist ventures were launched that generated the income required to support a large number of Marks and their various activities within existing mortal society. Some ventures were more successful than others. In the end, seven of us rose to prominence. We are loosely divided by the seven continents, but we coordinate often, and those with larger areas share their burdens with those with smaller areas. For example, the African and Antarctica firms work in tandem.” He smiled, his teeth brilliantly white against the darkness of his skin. “I am responsible for the North American Marks. All twenty thousand of them.”


“Oh my God—Ouch!” She winced as her mark burned.


“Watch it,” the two men said in unison.


“So every one of those people in the atrium are Marks?” she muttered, setting her hand over her arm. “That’s why it reeks like the floor was washed in perfume?”


“Some of the people out there are mortals we do business with.”


“What about you?”


“I am an archangel, Ms. Hollis.”


She considered that a moment, then thought it best to question Alec about Gadara and not Gadara himself. “So I was assigned to your firm because I’m from North America?”


“No.” Gadara’s voice had a soothing, hypnotic quality. The more he spoke, the dreamier she felt. “Usually Marks are transplanted to make the transition easier. It is less traumatic to start a new life when you are not hampered by the old.”


“Why wasn’t that done with me?”


“Because of him.” The archangel motioned toward Alec with an elegant flick of his wrist. “He tried to get you released. When his request was denied, he asked that you be kept close to your family. I suspect he extorted someone somewhere to get what he wanted.”


Eve’s gaze turned to Alec, who looked straight ahead with his jaw visibly clenched. Her eyes stung.


“Quite a sacrifice,” Gadara purred. “Banished all these years and forced to roam. He could have uprooted you to his homeland. I am certain he misses it.”


“Shut up,” Alec rumbled. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”


Her grip tightened on his hand in silent gratitude. “What happens now?”


“You work for me. Your resignation at The Weisenberg Group was effective yesterday after a week’s notice. Occasionally, your secular talents will be put to good use, but for the most part, your job is to train to the best of your ability and listen to your mentor, your handler, and me.”


“I listen to my gut,” she said. She wasn’t a believer and thought she should put that out there right away.


“I will not tolerate insubordination,” he retorted.


“Fine.” Eve shrugged. “Just so we’re clear.”


Gadara’s mouth curved in blatant challenge. The predatory expression didn’t suit him. He was far too refined, his voice too cultured, and his words too precise. “What were you looking for this afternoon?”


“A tengu.”


Gadara’s eyes widened. Alec explained. By the time he finished, Gadara was visibly upset.


“I thought you cared more about your novice,” the archangel chastised. “It was not your place to risk her so foolishly.”


“What risk?” Alec snorted. “She’s already been pissed on and threatened twice. There was more risk in doing nothing at all. And I told you, I can’t leave her alone. The Nix knows where she lives.”


“You are her mentor. If you wish to allow your feud with your brother to jeopardize your novice, far be it from me to intercede.” Gadara’s eyes took on an icy glint. “Proceed with your investigation, then. See it to its conclusion, including eradicating the threat.”


Eve frowned.


Alec exhaled harshly. “You want to assign her before she’s trained? No way.”


“It is your choice, Cain. Allow your brother to do his job or you will have to do it for him.”


“This isn’t your call. Abel is the only one who can assign her to a mission.”


Gadara laughed, a deep rolling sound. It was oddly pleasant, considering it wasn’t meant to be. “He is a company man, something you would do well to emulate.”


“You’re both violating protocol.” Alec’s tone was almost a snarl. “I expect that of you, but Abel? He’s never broken a rule in his life. You accuse me of putting her in danger, while Abel is ready to hang her out to dry?”


“It is perfectly acceptable to continue a deviation once it has been set in motion, if proceeding is the only reasonable course.”


“Eve and I didn’t deviate.”


“That is debatable, is it not? I doubt either of us wants to take this upstairs, where we could both face penalties. Better to deal with this on our own, agreed?”