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ONE MINUTE IT MATTERED WHO AND WHAT THEY WERE. THE NEXT IT DIDN’T.
The next instant was about nothing but chemistry, wanting, and gripping, starving needs that had yearned for this connection for far too long. The moment where Destiny demanded obedience.
Kestra’s fingers slid into the crisp, curling hair at Noah’s collar. She couldn’t help herself. She had dreamed of him as often as he had dreamed of her. Whether she would admit to her needs or not, she craved the reality of him. The feel of his thick hair curling between and around her fingers was rich realism. Her opposite hand skimmed fast and hot over his clothing in search of far more carnal sensations. Kestra shaped him with her fingers and palm, down his chest, over his ribs, and around to his back, a thorough exploration of the musculature of his flank.
The Demon King responded.
NOAH
THE NIGHTWALKERS
JACQUELYN FRANK
ZEBRA BOOKS
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.
http://www.kensingtonbooks.com
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Prologue
“Whosoever wishes to know the fate of Demonkind must consult these prophecies…
“…as magic once more threatens the time, as the peace of the Demon yaws toward insanity…
“We must enforce ourselves more strictly as the time approaches. In the age of the rebellion of the Earth and Sky, when Fire and Water break like havoc upon all the lands, the Eldest of the old will return, will take his mate, and the first child of the element of Space will be born, playmate to the first child of Time, born to the Enforcers…”
—Excerpts from
The Lost Demon Prophecy
“Kes…what are you doing?”
“I thought I’d wash my hair,” came the whispered, tart reply over the slightly static connection. “What do you think I’m doing?”
Jim chuckled softly under his breath before reaching to tap the mike of his wireless earpiece, just to annoy her with the noise. Then he clarified, “I meant I wanted to know which room you’re in.”
“The Billiard Room,” she said dryly, “with an unusually heavy candlestick in one hand.” She paused and Jim heard her grunt softly over the open line. He leaned forward a little in his chair to peer at his computer monitor. “I’m in the machine room. Where else would I be?”
“Okay. I was just wondering.”
There was another brief pause, full of soft static.
“Incidentally, why do you ask?” she queried at last.
“Oh, no reason. It’s just that I have this huge red blob on my infrared screen that looks suspiciously like a security guard heading in your direction,” he informed her, snapping his gum in her ear over the mike.
Kestra cursed through her teeth, glanced around with sharp, seeking eyes, and turned her face upward almost out of innate instinct. After a quick calculation in her head, she scuttled rapidly across the vastness of the equipment room and headed straight for one of the air-conditioning turbines. With a running start, she stepped up onto the rim of the large machinery and launched her lithe, dark figure straight up into the air.
There was a clang as her hands just barely made the catch onto a pair of sturdy pipes that ran across the high ceiling. She immediately began to swing herself until she was able to get enough momentum to hook her feet over the piping. Without a single further sound, she wriggled herself up into the darkness of the tight plumbing. She sprawled over it, lying across it as if it were a casual cotton hammock instead of a series of conduits that ran both hot and cold against the press of her flesh. Once secured in the shadows of the one direction nine out of ten rent-a-cops invariably failed to look in, all she could do was wait. She covered the earpiece on her ear with her hand, not wanting to risk any chance of Jim or random static giving away her location.
She didn’t have long to wait before the guard made his appearance. Kes rolled her eyes shut for a moment, thinking that Jim had cut his half-assed warning pretty damn close.
The guard had no reason to hide his progress, so she could hear his footsteps from the moment he entered the stairwell just outside the door leading into the room. The door clanged open, recoiling off its backstop as the guard released the metal handle that he’d opened it with. In spite of all this noise, Kestra made very certain her breathing never went above a barely audible whisper of sound.
The guard clomped across the concrete floor, walking the straight path between the rows of turbines on one side, and water heaters on the other. He flicked on a Maglite and swept it back and forth over the dark shadows surrounding him. Kestra closed her eyes briefly, praying to whatever part of the universe it was that protected people like her. Then she watched the approaching man carefully for any signs that he took note of the tiny green lights on the undersides of half the gas heaters, which were guaranteed to be out of place.
He didn’t. He made it to the far wall, turned, and retraced his steps. He passed within a foot of her both times, but of course did not look up. He barreled out of the basement door with a noisy bang, his clomping footsteps echoing away up the stairwell.
Kestra exhaled a half breath of relief. After she was reasonably sure the guard was far enough away
