Angry, he'd jerked his arm free of her grasp. "They murdered my uncle, Nynia. Cut him down before my eyes. I will not rest until I have vengeance."
As Nynia, she had been too afraid of losing him to press the matter. She'd always deferred to him in all things. He was her husband. But in her heart, she'd known he was about to set matters into motion that could never be reversed.
And she had been right.
Just as she knew somehow tonight would settle everything one way or another.
What if she lost Talon?
She couldn't bear the thought of it any more than she could bear the thought of living out her life without him.
She glanced around her loft, at all the familiar things.
Since the day she'd divorced Jerry, all she had wanted was her career, her art.
Now, alone with her stuff, it just didn't seem quite so important to her.
Her art didn't hold her at night. It didn't make her laugh or seduce her. It didn't make her body burn with desire or shiver with orgasms.
It didn't punch Jerry in the nose for being a jerk.
Only Talon did that.
Only Talon could do that.
Her eyes fell to the Snoopy dispenser as tears welled up. "I can't let him go."
If only she knew how to keep him.
Zarek sat in the darkened corner of the living room, listening to the city outside awaken. He should be sleeping, resting up for the night that was to come, but he couldn't seem to find the peace he needed.
His phone rang.
He answered it to find Dionysus on the other end.
"Are you ready for tonight?"
Zarek took a drink of vodka before he answered. "I'm always ready to cause trouble."
"Good. Since Talon is now on to Styxx, it requires a little more effort for tonight's preparations. I'll need you to get Sunshine away from the Celt and bring her to me. She has to be in the warehouse by eleven-thirty. Now rest and be ready to kill Talon and Valerius."
That he could do with no problem. "What about Acheron?"
"Leave him to us."
The phone went dead.
Zarek tossed his cell phone aside and returned his attention to the vodka. He'd already drank three-quarters of it. It was a pity Dark-Hunters couldn't get drunk. For that matter, they couldn't even get numb. The only induced pleasure they could take was human blood.
Closing his eyes, he remembered the woman he had tasted last night. Now she had been full of passion. Laughter. Even love. And there for a short time he had felt something other than the pain that cocooned him.
He leaned his head back against the wall and finished off the vodka, letting its smooth taste burn down his throat.
And as he sat there, alone, he couldn't help but wonder how Sunshine would taste...
Talon got up alone to the smell of turpentine on his sheets. He should have washed them, but he couldn't bear the thought of losing that last bit of her.
He wanted his Sunshine. He needed her.