Twisted Fate: Of Love And Darkness Part 12

"You can't tell me you don't wish to mate with a Chala? You are a Light One, aren't you?" Of course he was. Gavin's senses didn't lie.

"Yes, I'm a Light One, and no, I don't want to mate with the Chala."

Gavin stared at him. "I thought the urge to mate with a Chala was inbred or some s.h.i.t. I'm not even a real Light One and I felt the urge when I met her."

Brandon gave him a funny look. He picked up his beer and took a swig. "I thought you and the Chala were . . . you know."

Gavin turned away from his companion and watched Sydney and William, still standing in front of the jukebox, still arguing over which songs to play. Her hair hung loose around her shoulders, a golden cloud around her head. Her cheeks were still flushed from the chill air outside. She wore a red wool pea coat-a gift from him, since he'd ruined her Pillsbury Doughboy coat-and a simple V-neck shirt with a pair of gray yoga pants. She wasn't even trying and she was beautiful.

"We were." He choked on the words. "We are. We . . . can't."

"Can't?"

Gavin shook his head and did not take his gaze off the love of his life. How quickly he had fallen. How devastated he would be when she left him to mate with Brandon.

"Regardless of this curse, I am still Rakshasa. And Rakshasa cannot mate with Chala."

"You can't mate with her?"

Gavin sipped his drink and shook his head.

"Does she know this?"

"No."

"If Chala and Rakshasa can't mate . . ."

"She might be the last Chala on earth." His voice cracked. "I can't let down the Light Ones like that."

"You love her," Brandon said as if he were shocked by the revelation, as if he had not guessed it until that moment.

"What did you think? Why else would I be here, hiding her, protecting her? Surrounded on all sides by Light Ones. Training you all so you can defend her against my kind."

"And now you want to give her to me? She doesn't strike me as the type to appreciate being given away, like a prize."

Gavin lifted one corner of his mouth in a sardonic smile. "Not in the least. You would do well to remember that. She doesn't like to believe she is the last hope of her kind, of your kind. She refuses to do as she's told. She is as stubborn as the day is long."

"Doesn't sound like much of a catch."

Gavin chuckled. "She is also the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on. She is loyal and loving and sincere and honest and pa.s.sionate as well. You could not choose a better mate."

Brandon gave the Chala a dubious look. "I'm not sure we see her in quite the same light."

"I don't get it. Every other Light One who has shown up on our doorstep fawns over her as if she was a G.o.ddess. You are the only one who seems . . . Immune, I guess is the best word. Why is that?"

Brandon raked one hand through his hair while he used the other to lift the beer bottle to his lips. He seemed agitated. Gavin's senses suddenly went into suspicious mode. He narrowed his eyes and studied the Light One. With his dark-blond hair and pale, pale eyes, the sharp line of muscle underneath his thin sweater, the well-groomed almost-beard on his face, he was the sort of male women of any species would find attractive. While Gavin wasn't exactly an expert on the attractiveness of the male s.e.x, he suspected Brandon was the best-looking of the bunch of shifters who had joined their cause. With a little bit of effort, he could easily have been the front-runner in the bid to win the place of honor in Sydney's bed.

"Some things happened," Brandon's voice was stilted. "When I was a baby. Too young. Left a bitter taste in my mouth. I'm not interested in mating to a Chala or anyone, but especially a Chala."

Gavin leaned forward. Something in what he said . . . "What happened?"

Brandon's gaze darted to the jukebox, to the bar, back to Gavin, and then slid away again. "s.h.i.t. You really do love her, don't you? You love her so much you're willing to give her up in order to save my kind. f.u.c.k." He swore viciously and swiped his hand to the side, sending the half-empty beer bottle skittering across the table. It slammed into the wall and shattered, spraying both of them with beer and gla.s.s.

"What the-" Gavin did not get to finish the sentence. Several things happened at once. Brandon shouted at the bartender to, "Get the h.e.l.l out of here." Then he leaped from his seat and ran across the bar toward the jukebox, where Sydney and William had stopped arguing and were staring at Gavin with wide eyes.

He saw Sydney's mouth form the word, "No!" She started as if she meant to run toward Gavin. Brandon caught her around the waist and kept her from doing so. Sydney began screaming his name.

At the same time, a door he hadn't even realized was there opened and a wave of beings poured through. Rakshasa.

"Son of a-" Gavin leaped to his feet and prepared to fight. To the death, if need be.

At least he knew Sydney was in good hands.

Chapter 10.

"Gavin," Sydney screamed as she fought against the steel bands of Brandon's arms. "Gavin!" She clawed and kicked and shrieked.

Gavin was being attacked. So many Rakshasa, she couldn't even count. They were moving so fast, she could hardly keep track of him in the melee.

"I'll go help," William announced in a surprisingly valiant move. He stabbed his finger at Brandon. "Protect her," he commanded. "With your life."

"No," Sydney cried as William tottered off across the dance floor, trying not to stumble in his high-heeled boots. She struggled to turn around in Brandon's arm, so she could grab the front of his shirt and look him in the face. "They're attacking Gavin. Why are they attacking Gavin? Shouldn't they be attacking me?"

"Yes," Brandon said, his face grim. "That's why I need to get you to safety, before they realize you're here."

She continued to fight him as he dragged her toward the door. She was lucid enough to realize all the humans who had been in the bar when they arrived were now gone. The only beings in the bar were her, Brandon, William, Gavin, and the wave of Rakshasa surrounding Gavin and William, who stood back to back, fending them off as they attacked.

"Why are they attacking Gavin?" she asked again. It didn't make any sense, unless someone had failed to tell her something about her existence, the existence of the Rakshasa, and the Light Ones. As far as she understood this world that was still so foreign, they should be attacking her right now.

Brandon continued to drag her toward the door, even as she fought his progress. She had to get to Gavin. She had to help him.

"It's a trap, Sydney. They're here for Gavin, but you'd be one h.e.l.l of a bonus prize, and I'm not about to give you to them."

She dug in her heels, keeping him from pushing her out the door. "I'm not leaving until you explain. Tell me, Brandon," she demanded when he did not immediately respond.

Brandon's gaze shifted to the left, toward the bar area. "They're getting paid a hefty sum of money to eliminate him. That's all I can tell you. Now come on, before they pick up your scent." He took another step toward the door.

She watched as a chair was lifted and smashed against someone's back. A beer bottle cracked against a head, and then another and another until it shattered. Fists flew, legs kicked, bodies shifted and moved, grunting and shouting and crying out in pain.

"Gavin!" She renewed her attempt to break free of Brandon's grasp so she could rush across the room to help. Brandon tightened his hold around her waist.

"No. G.o.dd.a.m.n it, Sydney, listen to me. You can't go over there. Do you hear me? Are you listening to me?" She shook her head, refusing to listen. He finally resorted to slapping her.

She shook her head and glared at him. "Let me go this instant, Brandon. Gavin and William are outnumbered. I have to go help."

"William's a Fate, so if he dies, he just regenerates and comes back. And Gavin can take care of himself. You can't."

"Want to bet?" Sydney focused on his hands, the way Hilde taught her to. Of their own accord, Brandon's arms suddenly flung away from her waist. He gave her an incredulous look just as she turned and bolted toward the bar.

There are too many of them. Gavin was acutely aware of this, as he stood back to back with William, battling wave after wave of Rakshasa. They just kept coming. Too d.a.m.n many.

He'd been combating the Rakshasa who lived in the Detroit area long enough to know this was far too many shifters. In fact, by his calculations, he would have guessed there were no more than half a dozen left in the entirety of Detroit. He was having a hard time keeping count, but he'd definitely counted more than six. More like thirty-six, at least.

He caught movement out of the corner of his eye. "Duck!" he yelled at William, who instinctively followed his command. Gavin kicked out his leg and caught the attacking Rakshasa in the gut, sending him sprawling back from where he came.

"Thanks," William said as he straightened and began swinging again. "But you know I can't really die, right?"

Gavin blocked a punch and delivered one of his own. "Yeah, I know. But right now, you're more help protecting my back than going off to wherever the h.e.l.l you Fates go when your bodies are destroyed. Plus, Sydney would kick my a.s.s if she knew I didn't try to save you."

William stopped speaking long enough to take out a nearby shifter. "I think you're wrong, Gavin."

"Then you don't know Sydney very well," Gavin said as he slammed the heads of two shifters together before kicking a third.

"Not about that, you idiot," William snapped as he took a punch to the jaw. "About Brandon. I don't think he's the right shifter for Sydney."

"What is this, some kind of Fate intuition? And why the h.e.l.l are you telling me this now?"

"Because now is when I've just realized it."

"Fine," Gavin said as he continued to pummel shifters. "You pick her mate. Just make sure you get it right, got it? I swear, I'll come back to haunt you if you don't."

"You aren't going to die," William declared, just as a fist crashed into his jaw with enough impact to send him staggering into Gavin.

"There are too d.a.m.n many of them," Gavin said. "And why the h.e.l.l are they coming after us? Where's Sydney?"

"With Brandon," William replied as he fended off more and more shifters.

"Hopefully Brandon realized what the h.e.l.l is going on and got her out to safety," Gavin said.

"If you're in here, I can guarantee Sydney is not going to run for safety," William replied.

"She better, or I'll-" His words were cut short when a willowy blond woman suddenly sprinted toward him.

"Ah h.e.l.l," he said, just as she leaped onto the back of the nearest shifter. Without looking behind him, the shifter slammed his head back, head-b.u.t.ting Sydney in the forehead. She let go of him and dropped to the floor like a stone.

"Sydney!" Gavin shouted, and like a madman, he began fighting his way through the crush of shifters, making his way to his woman.

Brandon rushed up, just a few steps behind Sydney. He spotted her lying on the floor and immediately bent, hooked his arms under her underarms, and hauled her toward the bar.

"Protect her," Gavin commanded, glaring at Brandon. He turned back to William. "I need to lead them away from her," he shouted. "I don't think they realize."

"Go," William shouted back, pointing at the bar's entrance.

Gavin was relieved to see that as soon as the fighting broke out, the humans had the foresight to get the h.e.l.l out of Dodge. At least he didn't have to worry about protecting any of them. All he had to do was get the attacking Rakshasa away from Sydney-and hopefully save his own life in the process.

The crowd of Rakshasa followed Gavin out the door. William broke free of the fighting, rushed around behind the bar, and dropped to his knees next to Sydney's head.

"Is she still alive?" he asked Brandon, his voice laced with fear.

"Yeah," Brandon said grimly. "She's breathing, but unconscious."

"Gavin could heal her quickly," William stated.

Brandon gave the Fate an unreadable look. Then he pushed to his feet. "Stay here with her, and I'll go help Gavin."

"Okay," William said, but Brandon was already gone.

Sydney woke up a few minutes later. Her eyes fluttered open and William watched the play of emotion on her face as the reality of the situation slammed into her much in the way that Rakshasa's head had. She put her palms on the floor and tried to push into a seated position, but William's large, strong hand on her chest held her in place.

"Gavin." She let out a gasp. "Where's Gavin?"

"Outside," William said. "Fighting them off. Protecting you."

"No!" She struggled against his hand. "William, it's a trap. They want him, not me. They're going to kill him!"

William blinked. "Why would they want him over you?"

"I don't know. But somebody paid them to kill Gavin."

"Who?"

"I don't know," she snapped in exasperation. "Let me up!"

"Sydney, you got knocked out cold. You're probably concussed. You need-" But it was useless to protest, and he knew it.

Sydney clambered to her feet, grasping the bar as her head swam, and black dots exploded before her eyes. She fought both nausea and unconsciousness. She had no time for either one. She had to save Gavin.

"All right, fine," William said. He grabbed her head and squeezed.

"Hey!" she protested, but then she stopped as gentle warmth flooded her. Whatever he was doing felt really good. And then William pulled his hands away from her head and the warmth disappeared as instantly as it came, leaving her head clear, except for a slight headache.

"Thanks," she said as she rubbed her temple. "I didn't know you could do that."

"I've never had a need before," he pointed out. "Well, if we're going to go, let's get to it. It's pitch black out there, and for all I know, they've loaded him into a car and taken off with-" He never finished the sentence. He simply vanished.

Sydney whipped her head back and forth, but she was utterly alone in the bar. "William?" she called tentatively. "William? Where the h.e.l.l did you go? How come you just disappeared?"

And then she recalled the time she and Gavin had been rolling around on the bed and Gavin muttered, "Oh Fates," and suddenly William had been standing in the bedroom with them. Had Gavin summoned him? How come Gavin could summon her Fate?

"Thanks a lot, Gavin," she said to the empty bar. "How the h.e.l.l am I supposed to find you all? I'm lousy with directions, remember?"

Not surprisingly, she didn't get a response. "d.a.m.n it," she muttered as she hurried through the bar that was strewn with dead or dying shifters. At least Gavin wasn't one of them. Yet.