Chapter Five

Issa met her eyes, his gaze demanding her compliance. Mesmerizing humans came naturally to him. In fact, as the centuries blended into millennia, his power grew until he found himself unintentionally causing mortals to obey his mental suggestions. When he lived in Egypt, he often wore large hats and dark sunglasses to keep people from seeing his eyes.

Her expression when he entered the room gnawed at him. He’d never seen her before, but recognition had flared across her features. Recognition and fear.

He waited for her to comply with his wishes and open her bag. A crease marred his brow when she broke eye contact and clutched her bag even tighter.

“I don’t take orders from anyone.” She started for the door. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

Issa clenched his jaw to keep it from dropping and reached out to her mind. He found nothingness. Not even a thought repeated to act as a shield, her mind was simply a void, a blank canvas.

“Who are you?” He pondered aloud.

The woman frowned and met his eyes again. “I’m Lukas’s friend, remember?”

His gaze cut over her head to Lukas standing in front of his pregnant lover. “What is she?”

“I’m French-Irish, as if it’s any of your business.” The woman huffed, drawing his attention again. “I don’t care how old you are, that’s no excuse for being rude. Now, if you’ll move aside, I’ll get out of your way.”

She attempted to sidestep around him, but he countered her, blocking her access to the door. “I cannot let you leave. We need your assistance.”

Her fiery gaze met his and caused a flare of unfamiliar heat to course through his veins. When was the last time a mortal had dared to stand up to his will?

“Holding me prisoner is not how you convince me to help you.” She turned toward Lukas, and Issa caught himself wanting her attention again. Such an interesting creature. “Lukas, what is he talking about? What do you need me to find?”

Lukas met Issa’s eyes, his voice whispering directly into Issa’s mind, I’ve known Muriah her whole life. Let me handle this. She’ll help us.

Can you read her thoughts? I cannot reach her.

Lukas moved closer to Muriah. I don’t know.

Issa narrowed his eyes. I thought you have known her all her life.

I have. Lukas met Issa’s stare, defiance smoldering in his green eyes. And I respect her too much to try to invade her thoughts.

Issa rolled his eyes. He’d met Lukas when they faced down the Night Demon in the Yucatan. While the Russian archeologist showed great courage, Issa would never understand the young one’s eagerness to blend into humanity, his disdain for his Night Walker blood.

Crossing his arms, Issa watched Lukas’s every move. The fabric of the long-sleeved shirt tightened around his biceps, his muscles tight, ready to spring into action. He almost hoped the woman might run. Any excuse to leave this house.

Lukas turned to Muriah. “There’s a Mayan codex that includes the story of an immortal birth.”

The woman held her bag tighter. “Like Jesus?”

Lukas shook his head, the corner of his mouth curved. “Not exactly. I don’t think it says anything about a virgin giving birth.”

She stepped back, almost bumping into Issa’s chest. He caught the scent of her hair and tried not to notice the way it tempted him to reach out and touch her.

“Wait just a sec.” She walked past Lukas to Gretchen. “That’s why you’re pale, isn’t it? You’re pregnant. It’s impossible, but…you are.”

Gretchen nodded, starting to smile. “It’s a long story.”

Issa moved in. “The less you know the better. Zafrina told me someone approached you.”

She took a step away from him. Smart woman to keep a fearful distance.

“Yes. He had a tattoo that slithered around his neck. He was asking about a relic I found for a man.” She cleared her throat. “A friend.” She paused for a moment, and Issa caught himself wishing she hadn’t mentioned a man in her life. “I’m pretty sure he’s the one who murdered Richard. He was trying to get the codex. I hadn’t gotten a chance to tell Richard I found it.”

A slithering tattoo. “That is the only reason you are still alive.” Issa ground his teeth together. “Show me the codex. I will read it for you.”

Her eyes narrowed. “How do I know you’re any better than the snake tattoo man is?”

Lukas intervened. “Issa might be the only one who can protect you from this guy.”

Muriah’s gaze moved over to Issa, and defiance burned in her eyes, challenging him until she finally groaned. “Fine.”

She went back to the sofa and opened the bag.

Issa sat beside her, doing his best to be patient. He didn’t want to be here when Kate, the lady of this house, returned home.

“Go ahead and take a look.” Muriah rested back against the sofa, and he carefully lifted the towel. His mouth went dry. Sensing his reaction, she leaned in, too close to him, her scent intoxicating his heightened senses. “What’s it say?”

He quickly draped the towel over the codex and slid it back into her bag. “We need to get you and this codex far away from Gretchen and the child.”

“Whoa.” Muriah shot up from the sofa with her hands in front of her as if she had the physical strength to hold him back. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“You found the prophecy.” Zafrina came between them, her gaze locked on his. “You must let me read it. We need to know if the child is already immortal in the womb.”

Issa made no move to open the bag. “I know this being with the living snake tattoos, and if he wants this relic, then he is searching for the same answer you hunger for. He will find a way into your mind and steal it.”

“I am an ancient.” Zafrina lifted her chin. “My thoughts are my own.”

Issa shook his head. “The creature with the living tattoos is older than any of us. He existed before the world of man that we protect. He is the God of Chaos, trapped here by the other Egyptian gods who tired of his appetite. Apep feeds off discord and chaos.”

“Apep?” Muriah shook her head. “Impossible. No way. He’s real?” She raked her fingers back through her hair and looked up at him. “We’re screwed. You can’t kill a god. He’s not even human. Not really, right?”

“You know of him?” Issa couldn’t hide his surprise. He’d underestimated the mortal woman.

“I’ve heard of him. He was depicted on an Egyptian water pitcher I located for someone. Chaos incarnate, spat out by the Egyptian gods. I thought it was a myth. He couldn’t be real.”

Deep inside, Issa’s exhausted, battered spirit begged him to allow Apep to come. Finish this. End his suffering. “Truth is laced into every myth.”

“Well, this truth sucks.” Muriah crossed her arms.

“If what you say is true, and he desires the codex and the child…” Zafrina paused and met his eyes. “Issa, you must take this girl and the relic far from Gretchen. Apep cannot be allowed near this child. The future of our race is at risk.”

Gretchen’s hands slid over her abdomen.

Issa sighed. “Perhaps that is his plan.” Everyone in the room was looking to him for answers, for hope. They would be very disappointed. Hope had left him far behind. “He must know the fate of our race is tied to the child. If he stole the infant and threatened to slay it, we would be forced to bow to his control. Without the God of the North’s heir, our existence has no balance.” He met Zafrina’s gaze. “Maybe it would be better if the child perished, taking all of us with it.”

“No way.” Gretchen pushed in front of Lukas. “No. You can’t give up. Not after all we’ve been through. Besides without the Becabs, the gods of the north, south, east, and west, to hold up the mortal world, wouldn’t humanity be the next to fall? You’re supposed to be the protectors of the mortal world, remember?”

“The mortal world has forgotten us.” Issa growled through clenched teeth. “If Apep is bent on destroying the Night Walkers, or controlling us to do his bidding, this world is doomed anyway. This is not a being I can sacrifice or imprison within the earth.”

“Maybe not,” Muriah clutched the bag to her chest. “But we might be able to trap him some other way.”

…

All eyes turned her way, but it was Issa’s dark, intense, gaze that held her attention. “If there is truth woven into every myth, then we should be able to trap Apep. I don’t know the exact directions, but I know they exist. The stories say he was imprisoned in a clay vessel by the Egyptian priests once before. We just need to find the instructions. There has to be a way.”

Issa’s stare weighed on her shoulders. “Why do you care about the future of the Night Walker race?”

“Gretchen just said the mortal world will be next to fall, right? Besides, Lukas is my friend. He’s been a part of my family for generations.” She glanced at Lukas and then back to Issa. “And if that’s not enough for you, how about this? He knows what I look like, and where I live. If that guy really is Apep, I won’t be living much longer if I can’t find a way to stop him.”

“Let me see the codex.” Zafrina held out her hand. “We need to protect the child.”

“No.” Issa caught her wrist. “The only way to ensure the child’s safety is to keep this knowledge from Apep for as long as possible. If any of you see it, and he can find the information he seeks in your minds, he will no longer need the codex.”

Gretchen nodded. “Issa is right. It’s too risky to read it right now.”

The room went silent. Muriah tried not to hold her breath. Finally, Issa released Zafrina and came to Muriah’s side. “I will take the mortal—”

“My name is Muriah.”

His mouth twinged, but there was no hint of a smile. “I will accompany her to Egypt. I know the area. If there is a way to stop Apep, we will find it there.”

“I need to talk to her first.” Lukas frowned, his gaze shifting between her and her new tall, dark partner in crime. “Alone.”

Issa rolled his shoulders back, power rippling through the thin fabric of his shirt. Muriah buried her body’s reaction. Lukas’s Night Walker powers had never affected her like this.

She followed Lukas out onto the balcony and shut the door behind them. She glanced through the glass at the gaggle of immortals gathered inside. “You know they can all hear us, right? Super Night Walker hearing and all…”

“I don’t care. I need to talk to you.”

She pulled her gaze from the others and focused on Lukas. “I’m sorry I found this codex. It was just a job. I didn’t know what it said.”

“I know. That’s not what I wanted to talk to you about. We all understood Gretchen was putting herself in danger by agreeing to carry this child.” He swallowed and lowered his voice. “Before you agree to travel halfway around the world with Issa, I want you to understand who you are traveling with.”

“He’s got to be better than creepy snake tattoo guy waiting on my front steps.” Lukas didn’t reply. A chill skipped down her spine, and it had nothing to do with the cool sea breeze. “You’re not reassuring me here.”

“Sorry, but you deserve to know. He’s ancient, Muriah, alive since the beginning, since man started walking this earth. He’s the Mayan God of the West.”

Her gaze flicked over to see Issa inside talking with Zafrina. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“Muriah, the God of the West was the hand of the sacrifice. He’s sacrificed mortals and immortals alike. Tearing beating hearts out of chests eventually leaves the executioner with scars you can’t see with your eyes.” He let out a slow breath. “You said that guy with the tattoos couldn’t read your thoughts. You could stay here with us. We’ll protect you, and Issa can take the codex to Egypt and lure Apep out of San Diego. You don’t need to make this trip.”

Her stomach roiled with indecision. Her mind kept replaying the vision she’d seen when she’d touched the codex. She’d glimpsed the arrogant, immortal jerk, bare, without his emotional armor. She witnessed the raw pain. He’d met her eyes, pleading for understanding, for safe passage through the storm.

At that moment, standing inside the house, he turned, his gaze holding hers. Something shifted inside her. I must be insane.

“He’ll need me to find out how to trap Apep.” She stared up into Lukas’s eyes. “I’m the best there is, and I have contacts over there, remember? He may be ancient and immortal, but it’s all about who you know… I have to make this trip.”

“Please be careful.” Lukas embraced her. “I gave my word I’d keep the La Deaux family safe.”

She smiled against his chest. “And you’ve done a super job.” She pulled away. “I’m all grown up now. And for once, you need me to keep you safe. You and Gretchen.” She reached out and gave his hand a squeeze. “I can do this. Plus, it’s the only way to be sure Apep won’t come after me.”

“I’m not sure Issa is stable.”

“Well, I’m positive Apep isn’t.” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “He tore Richard apart piece by piece. I think I’ll take my chances with Issa.”

The door opened, making both of them jump. Gretchen stepped out. “Everyone’s anxious to get Muriah’s package out of here.”

“Good plan.” Muriah walked toward the door and stopped, turning back to Lukas. “I’ll be all right. Promise.”