Teagan grunted. After those bastards killed Ryan and his family, and taken Eden, Teagan had taken off for Detroit to regroup. He'd stuck to the shadows, kept his ear to the ground. Word had reached him that The Tribunal were after him and Eden. They needed someone to punish for the mess that had been left at the Winslow mansion, including the evidence of what he and Ryan had been getting up to in the basement. He shook his head in disgust, taking another draw. Idiots. Didn't they realise how powerful they'd all be if they started taking entire souls. The power inside him was unbelievable. Nah, he wasn't afraid of them coming for him. He was too busy with his own plans. By the time he'd discovered Eden was in Detroit it was too late. He'd gotten there just as the Neith and Ankh had. All this time Ryan hadn't been shitting him. He'd believed Ryan when he had said Eden was half-Ankh. He'd seen the birthmark to prove it and had been on the end of a couple of beatdowns she shouldn't have been able to give someone as powerful as him. But he'd been sceptical about the amount of security around Eden and the mansion. Ryan said Eden's mother had been the wife of the Ankh Princeps, the famous Cyrus of Persepolis. Teagan thought Ryan was just yacking it up, trying to convince Teagan to take Eden for wife. Not that he needed much convincing. But goddamn it, it had been true after all. Cyrus had swept in on his white horse and absconded with his betrothed.
“Tool,” he grumbled into the night.
However, Teagan wasn't ready to give up. One of the Neith Cyrus and that little jerk, Noah, had left alive in the warehouse was more than willing to give up information in return for his life. He'd told Teagan Cyrus planned to take Eden to her mother's human family to cure her of being Blessed.
It was the one thing he and Ryan had feared the most and it was about to happen.
If it hadn't happened already.
Not that that would stop Teagan.
He'd gotten a name from the Neith, the name of someone with insider information. But this person was working for some bitch called Cosmina Arcos, who was planning on having Eden killed. Very unhappy at that news Teagan had killed the Neith and set off to find the one with the inside info. It hadn't taken much to convince the little deviant to turn his back on Arcos and work for Teagan. Only one million dollars of Teagan's inheritance from Ryan.
So now he was waiting for his informant to get back to him on Eden's whereabouts. And once he knew, he was going after her. And then he was taking her somewhere Cyrus would never find her.
Even if she was one of the Ankh now.
Cursing under his breath, Teagan crushed his cigarette against the balcony, fighting the rage that threatened to overcome him any time he thought of her. He had been so close. It was always something with her. First Stellan (good riddance to that uptight asshat) who was always in his way, protecting her. Then Eden herself, who wouldn't know a good thing if it smacked her in the face, and then that little piece of crap, Noah, who had turned her head. And now Cyrus!
Ryan had promised him Eden when he'd come across Teagan watching her. She was fifteen when he first began to want her. He knew she was special, Ryan had told him all about it. But it wasn't until that day, as he watched her laugh with Stellan outside in the gardens, that he felt desire for her.
There was power about her yes, but more than that there was a humanity about her he had ached to possess, to possess and destroy, to mould her into what he wanted and control her. He wanted to own her in every way possible and he knew deep in his gut that she belonged to him. Ryan had been delighted. His uncle had wanted Eden to bear a new breed of Blessed. With her heritage they would be phenomenal. But to breed with Teagan, an extremely powerful member of the Blessed, could only work in Ryan's favour. Teagan had wanted what Ryan wanted too. But more than anything he just wanted Eden. And he wouldn't stop until he had her.
So… if she was Ankh now… it didn't matter. He thought of Ryan's research he had tucked away in his holdall. Research that Ryan had stolen. Research that turned out to be true. Teagan could only surmise that if one part of the faded words on the yellowing papers had proven correct, then the rest was undeniable. If Eden was Ankh, it would mean more work, but he was willing to cut down anyone in his path to get her back… in every sense of the word.
Teagan stiffened at the soft scuffling sound from inside the room. God dammit, he could have sworn the bitch was dead. Huffing at the inconvenience of having to touch her after having just showered, Teagan strode back into the dimly lit room and stopped in the centre of it. The hair on the back of his neck rose. Something wasn't right.
From his peripheral he caught the blur of movement and turned in time to catch the fist that flew at his face. Twisting the arm behind his attackers back, Teagan took satisfaction in the sound of it breaking, the Blessed falling to his knees before him with a muffled cry. Pain shot up Teagan's back as another opponent kicked him from behind. He pushed the one in front of him away and whirled around to crack the woman across the face with his backhanded slap. She soared off her feet and collapsed against the bedside cabinet.
“Stop,” a deep voice rumbled, and like demons from hell, ten members of the Blessed slithered out from the shadows of the room. Teagan schooled his features, refusing to show his surprise. How the hell did they get in? “Teagan Winslow, stand down.” The voice was so full of authority, so sure that Teagan would acquiesce that he knew right away who they were.
“Effing Tribunal,” he cursed, standing up straight.
They'd found him.
In a way he shouldn't be surprised. Aunt Celine had been right. Maybe he was too bloody careless. He'd been killing guys and girls all over the city, leaving them in hotel rooms. The police had no clue what to do about a serial killer who killed indiscriminately and somehow managed to delete the hotel tapes and booking systems and get by all members of staff without being seen. The Phantom of Detroit they were calling him. He should have known he was bound to draw the Tribunal's attention with that one. He'd just been hoping he'd hear word back from his informant on Eden's whereabouts before The Tribunal found him.
“Language,” the voice stepped forward to reveal a tall, distinguished looking man with blank pale grey eyes just like Teagan's. “Show some respect for your betters.” Betters my sweet white ass.
“You know why we're here, Teagan Winslow.”
He nodded.
“Well, rumours were wrong. I heard you were a smart mouthed little prick who didn't know when to stop talking.”
Teagan flinched at the insults. If anyone else had said that he would have ripped them apart. He eyed the group that had him surrounded and wondered if he could be fast enough to do so.
“Don't even think about it,” the man warned. “I am Darwin Rice and I am here to judge you for your crimes.”
“I'm guessing the judging part is already over and you're more of the executor of the punishment.”
Darwin smirked. “You'd guess right.”
Teagan cursed inwardly and straightened his shoulders. He hadn't wanted to do this. He didn't know if he could trust them. But he had no other choice. “I'll make you a deal.”
“We do not do deals.”
“Even if I could promise you Cyrus of Persepolis on a platter?” The room grew hushed with the arrogant promise until Darwin narrowed his eyes. “And I am to believe a jumped up little turd like you can deliver such a promise?” Cracking his neck at the jibe, Teagan eyed Darwin dangerously and grew smug at the wary look that passed across the older man's eyes. Surely they could all feel the kind of power Teagan was emitting. “Eden Winslow is with him. He's her guardian. I've got an informant who's going to tell me where they are. If I find them, I bring you Cyrus and you let me and Eden go.”