While the world carries on unawares, Stryker, who leads an army of demons and vampires, is plotting an all out onslaught against his enemies—which, unfortunately for us, includes the entire human race. To avenge his sister, Stryker prepares to annihilate the Dark-Hunters. But things go awry when his oldest enemy returns. Enter his ex-wife. Zephyra. Just when he thought nothing could stop him, he’s now embroiled in a centuries old war with a shrew who gives new meaning to pain.Read an Excerpt
Growling, Zephyra went for his throat.
Stryker caught her and held her back. “Still so unreasonable.” But worse, she was delectable and he wanted her with a madness that was all consuming. He leaned close enough to her hair that he could inhale the delicate scent of valerian mixed with lavender. “I’ll tell you what. You want me dead and I want to taste you. What say we settle this like the warriors we are?”
“We fight and if you win, you kill me.”
She cocked her head suspiciously. “If I lose?”
“You give me two weeks to win you back. If at the end of two weeks you still loathe me, I’ll let you execute me.”
Zephyra froze at his offer. She eyed him suspiciously. “How do I know I can trust you?”
“I’m a man of my word. Of all people, you know that my honor means everything to me. If I haven’t won you back in two weeks, then I deserve nothing better than to die by your hand.”
“You know I’m not the same weak-kneed fool who couldn’t cut her own meat that you married. I will kill you.”
“Then I accept your terms.” She stepped back. “Now prepare to die.”
Stryker manifested two ancient Greek swords and handed one to her.
Her eyes glowing with anger, she took it from his hand and readied herself. Stryker saluted her with his.
She charged, slicing at his throat. He caught the blade with his and forced her back. Twirling, he changed hands to catch her on an upswing that almost succeeded in disarming her. But she was quick and strong. And like him, she changed hands and drove him back with the ferocity of her attack.
“You’re incredible,” he breathed, impressed with her skill and passion.
“And you’re not.” She scissor kicked him back and swung the blade at his neck.
Stryker felt the burn of it as he dodged left and dropped to the floor where he swept her feet out from under her. Cursing him, she flipped to land back on her feet before she thrust at his outstretched arm. Stryker smiled in appreciation as he continued to press his attack. She feinted left, then right. He caught her blade with his and swung it high, out of her grasp.
She shoved him back, sank her teeth into his arm, then rolled on the ground so that she could scoop the hilt back into her hand and rise with the sword held at ready.
Stryker cursed as he covered the wound on his arm with his hand. “You bit me?”
“We use what we have.” She came at him swinging.
“That’s such a girl move,” he said, disappointed that she’d used those tactics.
“But it works. Maybe if you fought like a girl and not a stunted baboon, you’d actually win.”
His arm throbbing, he caught her blow and pressed her to his left. Out of instinct, he lifted his hand to strike her then stopped.
He would never lay hand to the woman he’d once loved more than his own life.
That hesitation cost him as she jerked the sword free and laid open the skin on his shoulder. Hissing in pain, he staggered back. Like a true warrior, she pressed her advantage, slamming her sword against his over and over again.
The ferocity of her attack did more than just damage his injured arm. It cut him deep in his heart. “You really want me dead?”
“With every part of me.”
Unwilling to concede that to her, he renewed his attack, sweeping his blade under hers and then wringing it from her hand. It arced up.
Pushing her away, he yanked it from the air and then angled both blades at her throat.
Her eyes flared with anger. “I hate you, you bastard!”
“And I’ve won in all fairness. Concede the fight.”
She spat on the ground at his feet. “I’ll abide by my word, but you will never win me back. Believe me, in two weeks, I will slice open your throat, drink from your blood and then pierce your heart and laugh while your body explodes into dust.”
“Beautiful imagery. You should write for Hallmark.” He used his powers to dissolve the swords. “I want you to know that I fought you fairly. Equal to equal. I could have used my powers against you, but I didn’t.”
She gave him an extremely sarcastic applause. “Should I warm the oven and bake you a batch of hero cookies?”
He let out a long breath. “I have my work cut out for me where you’re concerned, don’t I?”
“Not really. Hate you today. Will hate you tomorrow. What say we don’t waste any time. Give us the sword and let me have your throat now. You told me once that you’d die for me. How about you keep that one promise?”