CHAPTER 9
I stared up at the male sitting in the tree idly swinging his leg. By the time we made it to Michael's front yard he had changed forms again. This time his features and skin tone were Native American and he looked like he was just out of high school.
"Will you please make yourself look a little older?"
He snorted, "If anyone is too young it's you. Can't you make yourself older please?"
"You're such a pain!"
He grunted at me, "Fine." In moments he aged himself by two decades. Silky black hair fell forward as he leaned down to give me a stare from the tops of his eyes. "Happy?"
I responded with a look of irritation and emphasized, "Thank you."
To distract myself from my impatience with waiting for Michael to appear I asked, "Your clothes change with you, but you can't make clothes appear on you?"
"Correct," came the bored reply above me, followed up immediately with, "Why don't you call him again?"
I sighed, "He knows we're here."
"Yes, but he and Carlos can't stop fighting. Carlos always has muy aggression."
I processed that bit of information, wondering what they were fighting about. "Is that why you are in a tree? To avoid his knife."
Oldavai scolded, "No." He paused briefly, "Finally."
I gazed up at him and saw him nod towards the door. Within seconds Michael and Carlos stepped out. I took a deep inhale to ground myself as a mediator between the two of them as they stomped over to me. Carlos was fuming and Michael not far behind in mood. When they reached the tree I asked, "Is it Oldavai that has you both in such a temper?"
"No," Michael grunted out.
"Yes," Carlos said curtly, looking up at the grinning man in the tree.
I rolled my eyes, "Right."
As I spoke Michael drew his sword out of its baldric. I jumped back, but Oldavai only chuckled from his lofty perch.
"I want you to shove my sword into me." He twirled it twice and then held the hilt out to me.
I screeched loudly, "WHAT!?" Then, I looked towards Carlos in shock.
Carlos shrugged, his upper lip curled briefly in disgust, "The man is determined, Dove. I hoped you would pound some sense into him."
I looked between the two of them several times before I could speak again. "You know, Michael, it doesn't feel good."
Oldavai clapped once and directed our stares up to him. He laughed harshly again, "That's what Lacey did to you just before I stepped into her office. I always wondered why you were feverish and delirious."
"What does he mean?" Michael asked.
"Now you want to know?" My hands unconsciously found their way to my hips. "After you tell me to possibly kill you." I shook my head. "You know Lacey, the demon hunter turned vampire, and you probably deduced she helped me figure out how to contact Oldavai face to face. She's the one who shoved my sword into me."
Their stares never wavered as they looked at me, patiently waiting. I looked up at Oldavai to find him just as inquisitively staring down. "I wasn't a gift for you Oldavai."
I looked back to my compatriots, "She knew many of Oldavai's abilities and what I needed to have access to if I was going to kill him." I looked back at the demon, "Which is what she wanted. You. Dead." He acknowledged my words with a lazy shrug.
"That's what we all want," Carlos said dead pan.
I waved away his impertinence, "Anyway, it was horrible, and I had extra pressure because I was..." I stopped myself from saying 'handcuffed' in front of the two of them. Carlos narrowed his eyes at me as if he could read my thoughts. I smiled sickly, "Well, Oldavai and I were not on the best of terms at that time. Maybe he can lend some more to the story because I was truly out of it. I really don't know what brought me out of my head."
I heard a purr from above me and tilted my head to look at him. He had a satisfied smile on his face that caused me to glare back. He gracefully swung himself down from the branches until he was at the base of the tree with his foot braced on the trunk behind him.
I watched him trace the bones of his chin and jaw, as if familiarizing himself with his face, while he continued to stare dreamily at me. "I really did enjoy our first time, Dove."
"Yeah, how did you describe it?" I drummed my fingers on my crossed arms as I pretended to think about it, "Oh yeah, 'deranged'. Carlos, don't. If anyone kills him, it will be me."
I heard Carlos' scoff, "You won't kill him."
I pursed my lips in anger and pushed a finger on Oldavai's chest, "Oldavai, stop. Just tell us what happened."
The smile left his face and his lip twitched briefly in anger. He made sure to let me feel his annoyance with me ordering him around, "When I retrieved Dove she looked like she had been ensnared by a vampire's gaze. I knew she was in intense pain but thought maybe Lacey lashed out physically in a fit of jealousy. How little I knew." He turned to Michael and Carlos, "She passed out on the way to my," he looked briefly at me with a sly smile, "lair."
I rolled my eyes and raised my hands in exasperation at his continual use of the word lair.
Oldavai continued, "There are some details I'm not going to get into, but, as I said, she was delirious and feverish. So, I dosed her up with lots of things, in particular my tincture. I wanted her conscious for everything I had planned."
I watched Michael pale as Oldavai retold the past. That colleague looked sharply at me and I started to feel heartburn creep up my throat. Yup, big, forgiving, push-over me. Carlos didn't even look; he already knew how sick in the head I was.
I licked my lips and took a deep breath, "I had some weird dreams and when I woke up I was in a very apprehensive situation. Obviously, I didn't figure it out in time to kill him." I parodied displaying his very alive self, "Hence the whole successful trap and subdue."
"You were going to kill me?" Oldavai said in mock affront.
"Maybe I was going to kill you, definitely cage you. No one thought a trap and subdue warrant could ever happen."
"It's good to know you have some sense left." Carlos then turned to Michael and shouted in his face, "Unlike some people!"
Oldavai gave me simpering eyes, "It would only work for you, Dove."
I harrumphed and looked to Michael's pale face, "Rethinking?"
He shook his head vehemently, "No. I will never be a pawn for a demon again."
"Speaking of which, why the hell did you even end up with Ratha? What happened that he grabbed you and made you give up your magic?"