Kelley Armstrong - Personal Demon

She was back at the hotel, working. Work she could have done from any office in the building. But since yesterday-since I’d agreed with my father’s plan-there’d been a distance between us that I knew I wasn’t imagining.

I’d text messaged her an hour ago, asking her to join me for lunch. No answer yet.

I closed the phone and motioned for the guard to open Jasper’s cell.

Jasper sat up, legs swinging over the bedside. Two guards darted past me, flanking him and motioning for him to stay seated. As he settled back onto the bed, one fingered his gun, the other readied his powers.

Jasper’s lips curved, amused by the thought that he presented such a threat. If he wanted to strike at me, he’d hardly do it in front of three Cabal guards. Jasper was a plotter, not a fighter.

Even as he reclined against the pillows, smirking, I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, assessing me, then shifting to the guards, judging which he could best impersonate.

I made a mental note to speak to my father about that, and ensure all guards assigned to Jasper were as far from his physical type as possible. That would slow him down, but it wouldn’t stop him. My father had bought his docility by promising a necromantic visit with his brother’s ghost, but the respite would be only temporary. It had taken Jasper years to plan his attack on the Cabal. He would be in no rush to escape from the consequences. But we could never forget he was planning that escape.

I stepped forward. “You wished to speak to me?”

“I asked for your dad, but you’ll do just fine.” He scanned me, measuring, assessing, noting my expressions, my idiosyncrasies.

“How’s Paige?” he asked after a moment.

I tensed, but he only sat there, expectant, as if simply making friendly conversation, not reminding me that he’d tried to kill my wife.

“That was a clever trick,” he said. “The glamour spell. Really clever.”

Again, no mockery in his voice. Nothing but genuine admiration, as if complimenting a fellow chess player who’d made a brilliant move. That’s all this was to Jasper. A game. And I was only a competitor. Or a pawn.

“You wished to speak to me?” I repeated.

“Hope,” he said. “I want to see her before she goes.”

“She left this morning.”

“Did she say anything? Leave me a message?”

“No.”

Dismay flickered, but he bounced back with a smile. “She’s still mad. That’s okay. She’ll come around. She just needs time. When she does want to talk to me, you’ll let me know, right?”

“I’m sure you’ll be informed.”

“Thanks. I’d appreciate that.”

As he grinned, I almost expected him to pass me a tip, as if I were a concierge at his new five-star hotel.

“Is that everything?” I said.

“Yep. Thanks.”

I started to turn away.

“Oh, sorry,” he said. “One last thing.”

I slowly turned back.

“About the werewolf. Karl, is it?”

I said nothing.

“Could you pass along a message?” A slow smile. “Tell him I’m thinking of him.”

I WAS WALKINGfrom the cell when Carlos strode past the hall door. I resisted the urge to step aside before he saw me.

“There you are,” he said, shoes squeaking as he wheeled. “You’re a hard man to find these days. I’d almost think you were avoiding me.”

“Hello, Carlos.”

“We missed you at the funeral today. Mom was hoping you’d show. She really wants to talk to you.”

“I’m sure she does,” I murmured.

Carlos laughed. “You know my mother. She takes a big interest in your health.”

“If you’ll excuse me…”

“Not yet.” He stepped into my path. “Someone else has been avoiding me. Dad stood beside Mom and me during the service then he took off. That was the only time I’ve seen him since he accused me of murdering my brothers and tried to kill me. Think maybe he’s feeling bad about that?”

“It was a very difficult situation and-”

“Stuff it, Lucas. Rumor has it he wants to buy me out. Have you heard that?”

“No,” I lied. “Where did you-?”

“I have my sources. They tell me he’s been asking about my debt and my expenses, trying to figure out how much it would take to make me walk away. So how about I help him out with that? I’ll name my price. You give him the message.”

“If you wish.”

“Oh, I do.” He stepped nose-to-nose with me. “Tell our father he doesn’t have enough to buy me off. By Cabal law, I am entitled to a seat on the board and stock shares, and my birthright is not for sale. I’m not going anywhere, baby bro. Maybe you don’t think I pose much of a threat. With Hector and William around, I knew I didn’t stand a chance of sliding into the big seat. But now…” He eased back, teeth bared in a grin. “Now everything’s changed.”

WHEN CARLOS WALKEDaway, I didn’t follow, but retreated into the room outside Jasper’s cell, returning to his window, watching him.

Jasper had no idea what he’d done.

I had no idea what I’d do about it.

“It doesn’t matter how hard you stare; unless you’ve learned a spell for laser-vision, you can’t make him disappear.”

I turned to see Paige, her face drawn, eyes underscored with dark smudges.

She managed a wan smile. “Still on for lunch?”

“Yes, certainly. I wasn’t sure…I thought you might want to be alone.”

“I don’t. Not anymore.” She stepped up to the one-way glass, looking at Jasper. “I had a lot to think about and you have too much on your plate already.”

I must have looked worried, because she touched my arm.

“We’re okay,” she said. “I’m just…struggling with the choice I made.”

“You didn’t make-”

“Of course I did. I didn’t argue very hard. There was no point. Your dad had made up his mind and if I fought it, I’d only be trying to absolve myself of guilt. If I’d had the choice, would I really have said ‘Oh, no, please send me instead of the convicted murderer’?” She shook her head. “I just wish we hadn’t needed to make that decision. And I have a feeling it’s not going to be the last one.” A small laugh. “I did say I wasn’t going to bother you with it, didn’t I?”

“I’d like to hear-”

“Later. After we’re away from all this.” She swept her hand across the room. A pause, then she said, “I saw Carlos. Did he speak to you?”

“He knows about the deal. He’s not taking it.”

A slow nod. A moment of silence. “Everything’s going to change, isn’t it?” she said quietly.

“I don’t know.”

Her hand slid into mine, fingers entwining with a squeeze. “Whatever happens, whatever you decide, now, later…I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me, Cortez.”

I leaned down to kiss the top of her head and murmured, “I hope so.”

KELLEY ARMSTRONGis the author of nine books of the Otherworld, as well as two Nadia Stafford thrillers. She lives in Ontario, Canada, with her family. You can visit her at: www.kelleyarmstrong.com.