"You might say that. I've learned he's about two hundred and fifty years old."
Amazed, Kyrian arched a brow. To his knowledge, no Daimon had ever lived so long. "How is that possible?"
"I don't know. Dark-Hunters keep going after him and he keeps killing them. It seems your little Daimon friend likes to make you guys suffer." Nick returned to the computer. "There's nothing in Acheron's database about his exact modus operandi and when I talked to Ash earlier, he said he had no idea where Desiderius came from or who all of his targets have been. But we're looking into it."
Kyrian nodded.
"Oh, by the way," Nick said, glancing over his shoulder, "you look like hell."
"Obviously so, since everyone I've seen tonight has said that to me."
Nick smiled until he saw what Kyrian was wearing. "Why aren't you in your bad-ass, Daimon-killing clothes?"
Kyrian didn't feel like going there. "Speaking of, I need you to buy me a new leather coat today."
Suspicion clouded Nick's blue eyes. "Why?"
"The old one has a hole in the shoulder."
"Why?"
"I got attacked. Why else?"
Nick looked less than pleased by the news. "You okay?"
"Don't I look okay?"
"No, you look like hell."
There was no hiding from Nick. "I'm fine. Now, why don't you go on and sleep in one of the guest rooms? It's four o'clock in the morning."
"I will in a little bit. I want to finish this up first. Besides, I'm in the middle of finding out what Sundown did to piss off Ash."
Kyrian heard the "uh-oh" sound that alerted Nick he had a new instant message on the computer. "Tell Jess to lay off taunting Ash before he gets toasted."
Nick frowned. "Jess?"
"Sundown's real name is William Jessup Brady. I thought you knew that."
Nick laughed. "Hell no. But I know a few Squires who would pay me lots of money to learn that." His blue eyes turned speculative. "Rogue isn't Rogue's real name either, is it?"
"No. It's Christopher 'Kit' Baughy."
Nick made a delighted noise. "Now that one is really worth some serious cash."
"No," Kyrian corrected. "It's worth some serious ass-kicking if Rogue finds out you know it."
"Good point. I'll tuck that in my blackmail folder for when I need a Dark-Hunter favor."
Kyrian shook his head. The boy was incorrigible. "I'll see you tonight."
"Yeah, night."
Kyrian shut the door and headed down the long hallway to his bedroom. The large, lush room welcomed him with dark, peaceful colors that didn't hurt his light-sensitive eyes. Nick had lit the three candles in the small wall sconce and the dull glow flickered against the burgundy wallpaper.
This room was Kyrian's haven from the daylight.
He'd had the windows sealed and covered as soon as he bought the old neoclassical antebellum house. No Dark-Hunter ever willingly slept where daylight might accidentally find him.