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The vamp glared and licked the tip of a fang. “You’ll be the one sporting scars, luv.”
He was probably right, but she wasn’t going to think about that now. “Really? I think Satan is using me to get rid of you. You’re not worth his time, so he’s betting on me.”
“This is Vegas.” He assumed a classic Elvis pose. “A city built on playing the odds. Of course, there are ways to even them up a bit.”
She jumped back from a wild swing of his fist. His goal had been to knock her off her game and it had worked, but she didn’t let it show. Sometimes, like now, a Mark’s best weapon was their bravado. “I take it you’re not talking about counting cards.”
“Location, location, location.” He tried to kick her, but she blocked him with a downward chop of her forearm. “And making sure every one of your Mark mates from Mesquite to Baker was…indisposed, increasing the odds that you’d be the one sent after me.”
Fists clenching, Eve bit back a curse. Once again, other Marks had been placed in the line of fire because of her. She was gaining a reputation for making life harder for others. That perception was compounded by the mistaken belief that having Cain as a mentor made her life easier. Pretty soon she would have a similar number of enemies on both sides.
She exhaled and steeled her nerves. The vamp had deliberately done something heinous to get on the short list to be vanquished. She wasn’t going to ask how he’d pissed off the seraphim. What mattered was that he’d deliberately crossed the line for the sole purpose of getting to her. Someone, somewhere had suffered because of her. Maybe multiple people.
The thought made her homicidal.
Eve wrapped one arm loosely around her waist, leaving the hand holding the spear hanging at her side. The façade of vulnerability was calculated. When the vamp sidled closer, she lashed out.
Striking him in the temple with one fist, she followed with a kick to his shin. When he leaped toward her, she met him halfway, their bodies colliding with teeth-rattling violence. His greater weight shoved her back. An inch away from hitting the roof in a pained sprawl, his wings burst free.
Spinning in the air like a speeding bullet, they left the safety of the roof in a flurry of wings and sequined cape. The Mondego’s lights and neon signage swirled in a kaleidoscope around them. Eve wrapped her leg around his, calf to calf, ankle to ankle. Hanging on for her life.
The moment she locked on to him, all traces of amusement faded from his face. Eve wished she could find the situation funny. It really should be. Just a few months ago, the thought of flying over Las Vegas with a blond, vampyric Elvis in a yellow jumpsuit would have been a teenage acid trip come back to haunt her. That she found it so “normal” now sparked a level of frustration and fury she’d thought was long gone. She was pissed enough to almost forget she was terrified of heights.
Almost. Not quite.
The vamp hissed. He bared pointed fangs, his irises red and laser bright. His hand fisted in her hair and yanked her head back, exposing her neck.
Damned if she’d be the in-flight meal.
Rubbing her leg up and down the length of his like a lover, Eve shimmied his pant leg up and worked his sock down. The moment her anklet met his bare skin, his wings and fangs retracted instantaneously.
They dropped like a stone.
The vamp screamed and clutched her tighter, as if she could save him from the inevitable crash.
Their downward spiral increased in speed with every rotation. Blood rushed through her ears, nearly obliterating the sound of his frantically flapping cape.
“There’s more than one way to wear a necklace,” she yelled, hoping her timing wasn’t skewed by her dizziness.
A parked Mondego service truck rushed up to meet them. She jerked hard to the left, positioning the Infernal beneath her. They hit the roof of the cab with enough force to crush it and burst all four tires. The pain of the collision was softened by the vampyre, whose bones shattered audibly. His inhuman scream sprayed a fine mist of blood into her face.
Eve briefly registered the agony of sharply angled metal digging into her thigh. She lifted her head, wincing at the feel of the semigelatinous body beneath her. The vamp gurgled as she shifted. He’d heal in time, but she wasn’t going to let that happen.
“When you get back to Hell,” she wheezed, “tell Satan if he wants his gift returned, he’ll have to come get it himself.”
With the last of her strength, she angled the stub of the spear and pushed it through his chest cavity, finding his heart and finishing the job. He burst into ash.
Broken, Eve closed her eyes and sank into oblivious darkness.
CHAPTER 5
“I will not mention the destruction of yet another vehicle,” Gadara said while pacing in front of the windows of her Mondego suite. The view behind him was of the Eiffel Tower and a thriving Las Vegas strip.
“You just did,” Eve pointed out wryly, holding a bag of ice over a bruise on her thigh. The chill felt good, as did the dampness of her recently washed hair. The mark was mending her injuries—which included a myriad of cuts and bruises as well as a broken rib, collapsed lung, and fractured leg—at an astonishing rate. The healing process caused her temperature to run high—almost as high as the level of testosterone in the room. Alec and Reed glowered at each other from opposite sides of the expansive space. One stood with arms crossed and legs wide; the other leaned into the wall with dangerous casualness.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Reed snapped at her.
“You have to ask?” she retorted. “You’re the one who gave me the assignment.”
“To vanquish him. Not skydive with him!”
Her hand went to Satan’s necklace, now hanging around her neck. “He wanted this. I got the impression Satan sent him after it just to teach the dumbass a lesson.”
“Sammael clearly has a death wish,” Alec said in a moderated tone at odds with the look of mayhem in his dark eyes. “Damned if I’ll let him play his games with your life.”
She looked at Gadara. “How are the other Marks in the area?”
The archangel shot a meaningful glance at Reed. “Abel is about to check on them and their handlers.”
He’s punishing me, Reed complained. It’s going to take all night. Following up on the handlers is his job, not mine.
I’m glad you’re the one doing it, though, she offered. You give a shit.
Alec straightened from his position at the wall. “Time for you two to leave. Eve needs to rest so she can heal.”
“Then you better get out of here, too,” Reed shot back.
“She needs someone to make sure she takes it easy.” Alec glanced at her. “Since she’s my girl, I’ll be the one to do it.”
Reed’s lip curled scornfully before he shifted away.
“Take the next two days off,” Gadara said, heading toward the door of her suite on foot. “I need you in prime shape.”
She returned his parting wave.
When the door clicked shut, Alec closed the distance between them and sat on the coffee table in front of her. “I need you alive.”
“If Satan really wanted me dead, he would have sent someone more substantial after me. Especially knowing I have this damn necklace. By the way, I hate this thing. It feels like a bomb around my neck.”
Tick tock, tick tock. The lovely gold piece had definitely come with conditions she wasn’t fully aware of yet—like using her to purge his ranks of stupid demons.
“It’s a godsend,” he argued.
“From Satan?”
“Jehovah works in mysterious ways. Besides, you need all the help you can get. You attract disasters, Angel.”
“Including you.”
His mouth curved in a sexy smile. “Especially me.”
“I’d like to meet the Mark who was in the Elvis impersonator competition.”
“Why?”
“You have to ask? A Mark who spends his off-duty time playing Elvis? I’d love to know what he does in his on-d
uty time.”
“He entertains.”
Her brows rose. “His job is to entertain?”
“We all have our talents.”
Eve’s earlier suspicion grew. “Are you saying—?”
“That we can talk about it after you’ve gotten some sleep?” he interjected. “Absolutely.”
As if on cue, a wave of exhaustion swept over her. She managed to yawn and glare at the same time.
Standing, Alec scooped her up gingerly from the couch and carried her to the bedroom. “Time to crash and heal.”
“Sounds good to me,” she mumbled.
He tucked her in and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“You better be.” He hadn’t been ten years ago.
“Damn straight. You’re stuck with me now. Someone’s got to keep that tight little ass of yours out of trouble.”
Eve would have argued that he was the reason she’d been marked to begin with, but she fell asleep.
Acquired and edited for Tor.com by Melissa Ann Singer.
Books by S.J. Day
THE MARKED SERIES
Eve of Darkness
Eve of Destruction
Eve of Chaos