The Guardian rose to his feet, putting himself between the entryway and the stone table where Marguerite tended to Colin. He recognized Issa’s scent, but the rest were strangers. His muscles contracted, ready to defend the wounded God.
Marguerite’s hand gripped his. “You should wait behind me,” he said quietly, his blind stare never leaving the corridor, as if he could see whoever might enter.
“I am your eyes, remember?” She gave his cold hand a gentle squeeze.
The Guardian offered the fallen God of the South far more of his blood than he should have. Hunger gnawed at him, but he remained at attention, masking any sign of weakness. “I have other senses. Go help Colin.”
“You are blind.” Although she kept her voice low, her tone was strong and insistent. This female carried fire inside her petite frame. “You need me, and I would never abandon a friend.”
His head slowly turned toward her, as if he could see her looking up at him. “I am the Guardian. I have no friends. I do not understand the meaning of the word.”
He started to turn toward the door again when she gave his hand a tug, forcing him to give her his attention again. “You know the meaning better than most. You saved me without regard to your own welfare. Only the best of friends would be so bold.” His mouth opened, but she wouldn’t allow him to interrupt. “We do not have time to argue. You have a friend now. Like it or not.”
For a brief moment, a hint of a smile crossed over the Guardian’s features as he raised his head once more toward the entry into the main room of the pyramid. Behind him, he heard Colin’s infectious laughter, and although it was weak, the sound filled the room with hope.
Lukas helped Kate hold his maker upright as they made their way through the dense rainforest, following Issa through the darkness. But it wasn’t Issa he watched. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Gretchen. Had she always been this beautiful? He’d spent months holding her at arm’s length, keeping her out of his heart, but now the gate was open.
Now that both their lives were in jeopardy.
He wanted to grab her and run away from the others. He wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss her again. He wanted more than a kiss. The fantasies she’s shared with him on the beach filled his mind for a moment. And a kiss was never going to be enough.
He smiled at the thought, pressing his lips together as his gaze moved down her body. She marched through the night every bit as sure-footed as the Night Walkers who surrounded her, not intimidated in the slightest.
And there was something else.
Even the ancient one, Issa, had been unable to break through her mental shield. Any mortal who could take on his power and keep her thoughts her own was a force to be reckoned with.
Issa finally had to allow her to accompany them to the pyramid.
Lukas had never known another woman like her. Intelligence, beauty, and passion burned inside of her, along with a desire to help others without regard for herself. She amazed him.
He only hoped they would live past this night so he could tell her how he felt.
Issa pushed through the dense foliage of the jungle, wishing he could silence the mental conversation between Ch’en and her wounded mate. Hearing her concern for him, and his love for her, only served to slowly rip open the scars on his heart.
Over the centuries, his mental powers had multiplied. He could hear the thoughts of mortal men living on the next continent simply by concentrating and focusing his power—whether he wanted to or not. Very few could veil their thoughts from him.
But this mortal woman, a scientist with red hair that rivaled Colin’s, fought every attempt to reach into her mind. Her mental stamina impressed him. Throughout their trek through the rainforest, he’d managed to catch only random pieces of memories from her mind. He saw a man with a pole, perhaps to catch fish, walking down a trail holding the hand of a bright-eyed young girl with a bouncing ponytail of red hair…
Issa recognized Gretchen’s face as a child, a fond memory of a summer afternoon. Every time he sought to look into her mind, he found it there, replaying in her thoughts, along with the childish song repeated over and over. Only for brief moments could he break through to catch a glimpse of something else.
A woman with dark hair and orange eyes.
Was this the Zafrina she had mentioned? It didn’t really matter. He didn’t recognize her face, and whatever knowledge the woman might have shared with Gretchen remained protected, masked behind songs and memories of happier times.
Issa had had no choice but to bring her with them.
He glanced back at Ch’en. If there were any other way to stop the Demon, he would take it. Anything to spare her life. He faced forward again, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He was no longer sure he could do what must be done.
Issa tore through the thick vines to reach the edge of the pyramid, waiting for the others to follow. He tilted his head, concern burning in his dark eyes. Colin was still inside. The scent of his blood was strong, but that was not what alarmed Issa.
The Guardian was also inside.
Spinning around, Issa scanned the darkness for any sign of the Demon. He’d been so certain she remained incapacitated from the battle, blinded, that he hadn’t been careful enough, hadn’t been watching, or listening, for her approach. Foolish.
Wasting time lost in his own personal misery, he may have put them all in danger.
The one called Lukas stared at him with questioning eyes. Issa raised his hand, silencing all of them before they could speak. The creatures of the night sang around them, and he listened to each one, waiting to hear the one song that rang with too much perfection. The song of one that might appear to be one of earth’s creatures, but masked the heart of a Demon.
Why had the Guardian come back? Camalotz could find her consort with little effort. Her lover was well aware of that fact. The Guardian could have led the Demon right to an injured Colin.
Issa’s thought process stopped short when he caught the scent of another. It wasn’t the Demon, but another Night Walker, a stranger. Had another immortal found Colin in his weakened state? Perhaps that was the reason for the Guardian’s presence.
Fear of losing his brother and rage at his own incompetence combined into a rush of pure adrenaline. Issa clasped the mortal woman’s wrist and rushed into the pyramid to protect his wounded brother. He rounded the catacomb of sharp twists and corners with silent, cat-like grace until he made the final turn.
His eyes flashed at the female standing at the Guardian’s side. “Who are you?”
She appeared calm, but the tenseness in her shoulders and the racing sound of her heartbeat betrayed her anxiety. She raised her chin. “I might ask you the same question.” Her piercing blue eyes locked on his.
“She is a friend, brother.” Colin turned his head toward him. “She means no harm.”
Issa looked past her to see Colin still lying on the stone slab. Gradually, Issa’s muscles relaxed, his dark gaze moving over the woman again. “If she is a friend, why would she hide her identity from me?”
She stepped toward him, offering her hand in greeting. “Forgive me. I was unsure if you were a friend or foe. I am Marguerite.”
He didn’t take her hand, and instead, bowed his head slightly in return. “I am Issa, God of the West.” He raised his head, his dark gaze meeting her eyes. “And my brother is in no condition to entertain a guest.”
“I am no guest,” she replied quietly. “I am family.”
Issa’s brow furrowed. “I do not understand.”
“I am Kane’s wife, his mate.” She glanced over her shoulder. “I have not known Colin long, but I love Colin like my own brother.”
Colin nodded in agreement. Issa gazed at the small-statured blonde with bright eyes.
“Have you seen Kane?” She prodded further. “Is he safe?”
“His body is healed, but his heart is broken. He believes you are lost to him, that the Demon took your life. Right now, he is searching for our brother, Mulac.”
Issa’s gaze wandered to the corner of the room, to Ch’en. Having her close made concentration difficult. The desire to reach out and touch her skin threatened to overpower him. But she was no longer his. She never was.
His jaw clenched.
A moan drew Issa’s attention to Ch’en’s injured lover. His wounds were severe. Even Issa’s powerful blood hadn’t completed his healing. It would take much more to ease his suffering. At that moment, the wounded man, Calisto, raised his pale, exhausted face. The intensity in his gaze spoke to Issa without words. His wounds were not the sole source of his suffering.
Issa could see the frustration in his eyes. Ch’en’s lover knew his injuries left him incapable of protecting the one he loved.
Issa turned away, unable to bear the weight of Calisto’s stare any longer. The pain he saw in the other man’s eyes was too personal. Issa had seen it in his own gaze each time he saw his reflection in the water. Not only had he been unable to save Ch’en, but he was also the one who stole the life from her body. It was his hand that bore the stain of Ch’en’s blood. And now he would be forced to hurt the only woman he had ever loved all over again.
Life was never fair. Eternal life only magnified the pain of inequity.
The Guardian stepped forward. “Now that you are here to aid Colin, I will go search for Kane.”
Issa frowned, staring up at the great man he had helped to create. His stomach clenched at the sight.
“She took your eyes to replace her own,” he said, more to himself than anyone else.
“Yes,” the Guardian replied.
Issa shook his head, lost in thought, when the human woman’s voice pulled him back to the present.
“Is he the mate the brothers created for the Demon?” the woman asked.
Issa nodded slowly.
“Does he protect her or us?” she asked.
“He is not a pawn in a chess game,” Marguerite interrupted, stepping just in front of the Guardian’s massive chest. “He has an honorable spirit, a courageous heart, and an intelligent mind, so why not speak to him rather than around him.”
Issa raised a brow at Marguerite’s intrusion, but it was the hint of a smile warming the corners of the Guardian’s lips that caught his eye. “We created the Guardian to hold mortal life sacred, as well as cater to Camalotz, who lives by taking life,” Issa replied. “He is a contradiction.”
“He is my friend,” Marguerite corrected. “I will treat him as no less.”
“I meant no disrespect,” Issa said with a gentle shake of his head. He could see why his brother, Kane, loved this woman. Like the God of the East, she too seemed to be ruled by her heart, with passion in her veins when it came to those she cared about.
Issa turned to Gretchen once more and rephrased his answer. “The Guardian is one of our most powerful allies against Camalotz. He is the one who called us here when she awoke from her slumber.”
“You found her,” Colin interrupted before Gretchen could ask another question.
Issa turned to see his wounded brother wince as he propped himself up on his misshapen arm. Colin stared at Ch’en while she helped lower her injured lover to the ground.
A smile lifted the corners of Colin’s mouth, giving his ancient face life as his eyes sparkled. He was weak, but Issa was relieved to see a playful glint return to his brother’s eyes. “So, Issa, my brother, are you going to introduce me to our company?”
Issa nodded with an inward smile. “Of course.” Turning to look at the others, he announced, “Colin is my immortal brother, God of the South. I am afraid we have no time for more formal introductions. The sunrise is near, the Demon is still free, and we are a weary, beaten army left to face her.”
The Guardian stepped forward with the confidence of sight, although it was obvious to everyone in the cavern he could not see. “Weary, but not beaten.”
Marguerite nodded and moved up beside him. “We cannot hide away. Kane is still out there somewhere. With her.”
“Kane and Mulac both.” Issa nodded. “And we cannot stop Camalotz without them.”
Colin rested back on the table, closing his tired eyes. “At nightfall we will find them and…” He hesitated, and the words he did not say hung heavy on Issa’s shoulders. “And then we will do what must be done.”