ONE AT A TIME, Lucien flashed most of the warriors to an abandoned building. They were inside the fortress in Budapest one second, night all around them, and someplace sunny and warm the next.

Lucien flashed Reyes last. Last time he'd been transported like this, he'd vomited. This time, his concern for Danika overcame even the slightest bit of nausea.

Inhaling dust and crumbling plaster, Reyes opened his eyes. The silver stone of the fortress had disappeared, the comforts of hearth and home gone. Bare gray walls, cement floors and piles of lumber now greeted him. Several windows were cracked; black garbage bags had been taped to them but now fell halfway, as if bowing, allowing the men to peer into an unknown world of...silence and stillness, he realized, hearing nothing and seeing no one.

The others stalked the building, searching for a hidden enemy, blades and guns raised and ready for action. All but Anya, who'd come in place of Maddox, wore expressions of confusion. A few muttered, "Where are the Hunters?"

"Not here," Lucien answered.

"Where are we?" Reyes asked quietly. His own blades were pressed against his thighs. Urgency swam laps in his bloodstream.

"The States." Sabin closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "L.A. is my guess. No place else has the stench of Hollywood."

"Correct," Lucien said with a grim nod.

"Hunters have a large faction here." There was relish in the undertones of Sabin's voice. "A faction I despise with every ounce of my being. The leader and I have history, and he despises me, too, so be ready for anything. He joined the Hunters after his wife and I..." He shrugged, some of his anticipation muted by sorrow. "We were together, but I'm not good for humans and things ended badly. Hunters recruited him, and he's been gunning for me ever since."

"The Darkest Pleasure"

Sabin and his men had been battling Hunters far longer than Lucien and his group had. Paris, Maddox, Torin, Aeron and Reyes had split with Sabin, Strider, Gideon, Cameo, Amun and Kane several thousand years ago.

Their friend Baden, keeper of Distrust, had been brutally murdered by Hunters. After revenge had been meted out, half of the Lords had desired peace. What was better for a battered soul than a cessation of the constant struggle between good and evil, darkness and light? The other half had desired Hunter blood spilling into the streets of ancient Greece, crimson rivers of pain and terror.

Unable to come to terms, they'd gone their separate ways. Until Sabin brought the blood feud to Budapest, that is.

Though Reyes had walked away all those years ago, he would not, could not, do so now. He was involved, the illusion of peace forever shattered. Hunters had recently cut Torin's throat, attempting to weaken him and capture everyone else. Thankfully, those Hunters had failed.

Reyes would not fail in his mission.

Whatever he had to do to destroy his enemy, he would do. And if he had to destroy the gods who might very well support the Hunters' quest, eventually he would find a way to do that, too.

It was hard to know the gods' ultimate goal, however. Fickle and mysterious, they were like a puzzle missing several key pieces. While the silent Greeks had angered Reyes with their neglect, the cryptic Titans edged him toward a murderous rage. They claimed to want harmony for the world, both in the heavens and below. They claimed to desire worship and adoration, freedom from death and destruction. And yet they had ordered Danika's execution. They'd even ordered Anya's execution, though they'd since changed their minds. And what they were doing to Aeron...

Do not venture down this path. Not here, not now. Already his nails were elongated, pinpricks pressing into his palms. Red spots winked over his vision, and the demon whispered seductively: Cut yourself. Hurt.

"No," he gritted out.

"This way," Lucien was saying, but he paused when Reyes spoke and peered at him quizzically. "Is something wrong?"

"No. I am fine." When Danika was safe and tucked in his bed, he would feed his demon. Until then, there would be no hurting himself. Blood loss ultimately would weaken him, and he needed to be at top strength for the coming combat.

But for every second he resisted, the demon would grow louder and louder. Reyes knew that well. He would become more and more distracted. That was the bane of his demon-curse. He needed to cut himself, but in the end he weakened like any other being when injured, albeit temporarily.

"What were you saying?" he asked Lucien.

Every gaze shifted to him.

Lucien rolled his eyes. "The girl is being held one street over. Innocents fill the area, so we will have to be careful."

He didn't care about innocents. Cold and callous of him, but then, he'd never been a soft, easy man. Well, that wasn't true. In the years before his pairing with Pain, he remembered laughing and joking with his friends. "How many Hunters are with her?" A muscle ticked in his jaw as he thought of the suffering she might even now be enduring.

Whatever was done to Danika, Reyes would retaliate a hundredfold when facing the Hunters. He might hate his demon for the torment he constantly endured, but he wouldn't hesitate to hand over the reins of control so that the creature could unleash its powers. Not today. Pain could look into a human's soul, find every vulnerability, even the tiniest chink, and systematically scrape each one with poisoned arrows until the human was screaming, writhing, clawing at his skin to stop the agony.

"Earlier today," Lucien said, "there were twenty-three in the building."

"They multiply like rabbits." Sabin grinned, and the sight of it was pure wickedness. "Could be a hundred more by now."

Lucien motioned to the far window, his dark hair swaying at his temples. "We have several hours until nightfall. I will flash to the building, remain in the spirit world and listen. Observe. We need to know what she's told them, and we need to know what they're planning."

All Reyes heard was "several hours." "We're supposed to stay here?" he growled. "Do nothing?"

"Yes." Lucien eyed him now, those mismatched orbs swirling once more. "If they are monitoring the area, I will disable their computers. Then, at dark, when humans are less likely to notice your height, your build and your weapons and send policemen after you, you will walk there. I'll be waiting for you in the shadows outside."

More inactivity. More waiting.

The knowledge was both emotionally and physically painful for him. Reyes wanted to lash out, punch something, and that he couldn't...the demon fed off that corporal agony and demanded more. Wanted control.

Soon, he promised.

This was one of the many reasons Reyes had sent Danika away and one of the few reasons he should not be here to rescue her. She roused him and the demon as surely as if she were rattling a stick against a hungry animal's cage.

"The Darkest Pleasure"

If he gave his demon free rein as it craved, he would lose control of his actions. What if he hurt Danika? What if he enjoyed hurting her? Smiled while beating her bones to powder? What if he killed her, the very act he'd locked his best friend away for even contemplating?

He wouldn't be able to live with himself, knowing he'd destroyed something so...precious. Yes, he realized then. She was precious to him. She was the angel to his demon, the good to his evil. The pleasure to his pain. And she was inside a Hunter stronghold, bound, helpless...suffering.

Once again red winked over his vision and rather than welcome it he now fought it. Damn this! There could be no giving over to his demon side, then, not even to battle the Hunters. Reyes would have to maintain command.

Someone slapped him on the back, jostling him from his musings. "Save it, my friend," a female said.

Calm, settle. Reyes turned his head and found himself staring down at Cameo, keeper of Misery and the only female Lord. He quickly looked away. With her long black hair, silver eyes and skin like peaches and cream, she was beauty incarnate. She was also a strong, fierce warrior despite her delectable little body. It was hard to face her, though, when all of the world's unhappiness seemed to seep from her pores and into his heart.

"We'll retrieve her safely," Cameo said, meaning to comfort him but only managing to make his chest ache. "Don't worry."

Gods, her voice. He tried not to cringe while the demon inside him sighed, liking the pain she unwittingly inflicted. Why couldn't Reyes have been attracted to her? Would have made his life easier.

You're hurting now only because the subject being discussed is Danika. Much as his demon enjoyed physical pain, Cameo represented an avalanche of emotional turmoil and dysfunction. So no, wanting her would not have been easier. Her tragic voice could drive any man to suicide and Reyes tried to kill himself enough already.

"Hunters once abducted a lover of mine," she said.

Reyes rubbed his chest. Someone had actually slept with her? "And you were able to save him?"

"Oh, no. He died horribly. They cut out his heart and mailed it to me."

Reyes blinked against a surge of panic, but didn't face her again. That won't happen to Danika. He scanned the building, breathing in and out, slowing his wild pulse, calming again. Lucien was already gone, and the others were sitting along the edges of the walls, polishing their weapons with lethal efficiency.

Finally, he trusted himself to speak without screaming. "That little story is supposed to soothe me?"

"Yes. They bested us once in this manner. We won't allow them to do so again."

Small comfort. Even now, a fist could be flying toward Danika's face, a foot toward her stomach. A whip arching toward her back. A knife sliding into her organs. She could be sobbing for him to save her. And here he was, close, but waiting, leaving her helpless.

The knowledge was intolerable.

He stalked away from Cameo. Back and forth he paced. Should he ignore Lucien's command and attack now? Let him work. He knows what he's doing. He'll come for you if she's placed in any sort of danger.

Even knowing that, time passed with agonizing slowness, every tick of the clock a torturous beat. Only when the sun began to wane, dulling from bright gold to hazy pink, from hazy pink to deep purple and finally blessed gray, did he relax.

"I've never seen you like this," Paris remarked. "Fidgety, distracted."

"Hopefully you won't see me like this again."

"I'm sending a prayer heavenward that I never look that way," Sabin muttered. "Not that it'll do any good. Still."

Strider grinned. "But you're so pretty when you're in love."

Sabin flipped him off.

Love? Was Reyes capable of such an emotion? "Night has fallen. Let's go." He pounded toward the front door.

Anya latched on to his arm, her fingernails digging into his bare flesh. "Hold it right there, sweetness. You don't know the way."

He barely managed to plant his feet into the concrete. "And you do?"

"Of course." Her nails sank deeper, cutting skin, and he nearly moaned at the heady sting. "Lucien tells me everything."

"Guide us, then, but do it now. I won't spend another second inside this building, and I will break into every shop, home and structure that I encounter if necessary."

"So impatient." She tsked under her tongue and released him. "I admire that in a man. Just...keep up with me. If you can."

With that, she claimed the lead. Everyone else filed out behind her. Overwarm, stuffy air became cool and fragrant, a mix of good and bad aromas: fresh flowers, car exhaust, baked breads and cloying perfume. Multihued lights pulsed from signs - Nude Dancers Here - and horns blared in a hurried symphony. Footsteps clomped in every direction, though nothing overshadowed the frantic dance of Reyes's heart.

At one time, he had dreamed of traveling, of seeing this new world he'd hidden from for hundreds of years, but he had been bound to Budapest by Maddox's curse. Now, he didn't care about the world around him. He just wanted to reach Danika.

"The Darkest Pleasure"

Though he and the others remained in the shade as much as possible, humans did notice them. Some jumped out of their way, some stared. Most grinned, seemingly fascinated. Not the typical mortal reaction; even the Buda townspeople were more respectful than friendly. Hollywood, Sabin had said. Reyes realized these humans thought the men were part of a movie.

A few times, Paris stopped to steal a kiss from a willing female. He was as helpless against his demon as Reyes was, so when Promiscuity wanted to play, Paris took time to play. Otherwise, he weakened unbearably. But for the first time in all their years together, Paris did not look as if he enjoyed the kissing.

Reyes didn't slow, didn't wait for his friend or ask him what was wrong. Urgency pounded through him, harder and more intense with every slap of his boots against concrete. Anya turned a corner, her long pale hair a beacon in the night. Down a dirty alley she escorted them, the scent of urine suddenly saturating the air.

When she turned the next corner, she tossed an anticipatory smile over her shoulder. "We're almost there."

Reyes palmed his gun and a knife. They were so familiar to him, so much a part of him, they were almost a natural extension of his hands. Not much longer now and you'll see her. Soon, very soon, the battle would begin.

He would not leave a single survivor.

Around him, he could feel the adrenaline surges of his friends. War was a part of them, infused in their every cell. They'd been made for it, after all.

The Greeks, their creators, had known the ease with which a heavenly being could be toppled, for they themselves had fought and imprisoned the Titans. In an effort to protect themselves from the same fate, the Greeks used the blood of the god of war to breed immortal warriors, and thereby an army of defenders.

After the dimOuniak tragedy, with Pandora slain, the box missing and the demons locked inside the warriors responsible, the gods had banished them to earth. New warriors had been recruited to take their place. Not that they'd done the Greeks any good in the end, Reyes thought with a satisfied smile.

"Just a bit more..." Anya breathed, excited. There was no better replacement for Maddox. Anya adored violence.

A large trash can burned ahead, the golden flames flickering, smoke billowing. Four men stood around it, one holding out a spoon, melting a small, solid mass into bubbling liquid. With his free hand, he used a syringe to suck that liquid up. The others awaited their turn.

Drugs. How Reyes wished they worked on him. But he'd tried all of them, from smoking to pills, drowning in liquids, injecting his veins with needles. Nothing had dulled his need for pain.

Anya stopped abruptly at the end of the alley. Lucien was there, stepping from the shadows. He and Anya shared a kiss, Lucien's arm automatically winding around her waist as it did every time they were together.

Reyes glanced away from them, the sight of their love too much to witness at the moment. Who are you trying to fool? It's too much at every moment.

The alley forked into three sections: left, straight and right. Five buildings glared at him in a half moon. He didn't need to ask which held Danika. Suddenly he could smell her thunderstorm scent. He could feel her fear all the way to the marrow of his bones, as if it pulsed from the redbrick shop in front of him.

A weapons store. How appropriate. And ironic. With all their talk of peace, the Hunters should have picked a church.

"There are private rooms above the public one. She is up there," Lucien said, his tone grim. "The men have been strangely silent, almost as if they knew I was there, waiting."

Bile rose in Reyes's throat. "Is she...still alive?" The words would barely form.

"Yes."

He gulped. Something about Lucien's inflection did not settle well inside him. "But?"

"She is still sleeping."

His fingers clenched around his weapons. "How many Hunters are in the building now?"

"Twelve. Several have already left."

"Their leader?"

"One of the absent."

Bastard. Reyes would find him, though. Soon. Once Danika was safe, there would be no stopping his wrath.

"There is a man who appears to be guarding her," Lucien said. "He has barely left her side. He's there now, watching her sleep."

"Has he...did he...touch her?"

"Not in anger."

Then in what? Lust? "Was she raped?" Reyes's teeth gnashed together with a dark need to strike.

"I do not know."

"He is mine." Despite the false calm in his voice, he left no doubt of his intention. "No one else even approaches him."

Lucien nodded. "Very well. The time for battle has arrived."

Ready, Reyes pushed past his friends and stalked to the building. When he entered, a bell tinkled merrily, announcing his presence. The human behind the counter was in the process of smiling - until he spotted Reyes's harsh countenance. The smile froze midway and hate filled the Hunter's eyes.

To Reyes's knowledge, they had never met, but they instantly recognized each other for what they were: enemies.

"The Darkest Pleasure"

"Where is she?"

"You killed my son, demon."

"I've never met your son, Hunter."

"You're a cancer upon this earth, all of you, and you're responsible for every death. Not for much longer, though. Long live the Hunters!" As though he'd been expecting Reyes all along, the man lifted a semiautomatic with a silencer.

Reyes lifted his own gun. They fired at the same time. Reyes, to savage. The Hunter, to injure. Killing him would have freed his demon, and the Hunters would do anything to prevent that. The knowledge was as good as a weapon.

A bullet slammed into Reyes's shoulder, and he laughed at the wonderful sting. The Hunter's brains splattered onto the wall behind him; the man didn't laugh. Reyes felt a moment of sorrow, but reminded himself there could be no peace as long as Hunters lived to spread their hate.

One down. Eleven to go.

"Jeez. Try to save some for the rest of us," Sabin muttered, moving around Reyes, past the counter of guns to a door. He kicked it open, revealing a narrow staircase.

"Good job, Painie." Anya slapped him upside the head. "Now the others know we're here."

With that, she flew up the stairs, right behind Sabin.

Blood dripped from Reyes's wound as he climbed.

"May I join my dear wife and watch your destruction from above," a human shouted, but he was silenced as another muted gunshot sounded. There was a scream. A gurgle. A thump as a body hit the floor.

Footsteps. "See you in hell, demons," another human yelled, but he, too, was soon silenced.

"She's in the third room on the right," Lucien said, suddenly beside Reyes.

They reached the top and raced in different directions. Reyes encountered only one other Hunter before he reached Danika's room. That Hunter shot at him, too, nailing him in the stomach.

Reyes never paused, his adrenaline too high, his demon too happy.

Smiling, he reached the human and sliced his throat. Then he was in front of the bedroom door. He kicked it open, not bothering with the lock. Too time-consuming.

A pop and whiz crackled in his ears as another bullet hit him, this one in the thigh. His limbs trembled as weakness tried to set in, but he managed to remain upright. Blood poured, the demon sang and Reyes scanned the room, taking stock. Danika lay in bed, bound, motionless. A human stood at her side, trembling and pale as he aimed a gun at Reyes.

"I've waited for this moment a long time," that human said hoarsely. "Dreamed of it. Craved it. Now here you are."

Reyes zeroed in on the man's tattoo: the mark of infinity, symmetrical, black. "Here I am. Did you touch her?"

"As if you care what's been done to a human."

Another shot. Reyes leapt to the side. He would enjoy the pain, but didn't want to lose any more blood. The next five minutes were too important.

This blast sailed past him, and he raised his own gun. Aimed.

"Whatever you do to me, staying here, watching the woman, was worth it," the man said as Reyes squeezed the trigger. Another head shot. The Hunter collapsed onto the carpeted floor and didn't rise.

Reyes was at Danika's side in the next instant, snapping the bands apart and liberating her wrists and ankles. He gathered her sleeping form in his arms, his blood dripping onto her stained white shirt and too-pale face. Her dark hair was matted to her scalp and temples, her cheeks hollow - how much weight had she lost? - and her eyelashes cast ghostly shadows that blended with the bruises under her eyes before branching into menacing spikes. There was another bruise on her jaw.

"Danika." Her name was both a prayer and a curse.

She didn't stir.

Her arms hung limply at her sides, her head lolled. Awake, she would have shoved him away. He would rather that happen than this...inactivity. This nothingness.

Behind him, the sounds of battle ceased, replaced by the wail of sirens. He could hear his friends filling the doorway, shuffling inside the room. He didn't care. He tightened his hold on Danika - too long, it had been too long since he'd last seen and held her - resting her cheek against his neck.

Her skin was cold, so cold. Like ice. Her heartbeat was slow against his chest.

"Lucien?" The name croaked from his throat. Hot tears blurred his vision.

"I am here, my friend." A hand settled on his shoulder. "Somehow they knew we were coming and were prepared, but they have now been dispatched."

"Never mind that. Take us home."