The Dark-Hunters, page 635
But even with her limitations, she knew this was epic to the extreme. One of the greatest scientific discoveries of all time …
There is no such thing as a coincidence. The universe and spirits are always sending us omens and signs. You must learn to see and read them. Only then will you be able to control your destiny.
Her grandmother’s words haunted her.
But what was this a sign of?
“Do you believe the world’s going to end in two weeks?” Enrique asked, dragging her thoughts back to where she was.
“What?”
He jerked his chin toward the calendar in her hands. “You know, the Mayan thing? Isn’t the world supposed to end any day now?”
At least that added a small twinge of humor to her sadness. She’d listened to Fernando rant and rave against that all summer long. It’d been his sore spot the way she couldn’t stand how some people left their shopping buggies in the middle of the aisle so that no one could get past them. Rudeness always set her off.
“No, sweetie. There’s absolutely nothing in the Mayan culture or writings to suggest the world will end this year. Like the Cherokee and other natives, they have a cyclical calendar system, and the fourth cycle ends on the twenty-first, but they never once wrote anything about it being apocalyptic.”
Fernando would be so proud to know that she’d actually been listening to his tirades. That thought caused pain to lacerate her heart as she finished Fernando’s diatribe in honor of him. “That was a distortion made back in the days when we could only read about thirty percent of the Mayan glyphs … if that much. Then back in the nineties when everyone was terrified of Y2K, some scholars repeated the old misconception and cashed in on it. So don’t start giving away your personal effects. You’ll be needing them on the twenty-second and whatever you do, don’t forget to buy something for your mother and abuela for Christmas. They’d be very upset at you.”
He let out a sound of supreme aggravation. “So the date’s not important to the Mayans at all?”
“Yes and no. They’d think of it the same way we throw parties on December thirty-first and why we partied like it was 1999. It’s the end of an era for them, and the beginning of a new one. But other than tossing down a few drinks, or taking a few heads as the Mayans were prone to do, it’s no cause for alarm.”
“Unless you’re one of the heads they have their eyes on.”
She laughed. “Exactly.”
Enrique sighed like he was disappointed that time would carry on. “Well, damn. I better pay my light bill when I get home. I was hoping I could let it slide.”
Before she could comment, a new voice interrupted them. “I wouldn’t rush home if I were you. The world may yet come to a bad ending.”
Kateri sucked her breath in sharply at the thickly accented male voice that intruded on their conversation. Neither Spanish nor Indian, his accent was more a soft blending of the two. One that made the deep rich timbre sound exotic.
Frowning, she looked past her assistant to find what had to be one of the sexiest men she’d ever seen in the flesh. He’d paused just inside the doorway so that he could watch them. Though she doubted he was much over average height, if that, he had an aura so powerful that it seemed to fill the entire room. It was the raw intensity of someone used to being worshiped and feared … most likely at the same time.
Dressed entirely in black, he wore his thick ebony hair pulled back into a ponytail. He pinned her with a stare so unsettling, it made her hands shake. There was something about him. Magnetic and scary, it set fire to the very air around them.
It literally sizzled.
His skin the same color as a perfect piece of caramel, he moved with the feral lope of an accomplished predator. Even though his gaze never wavered from hers, she had the distinct impression that he could see everything around him.
For that matter, she wouldn’t be surprised if he could see behind his back, too.
“Why would you say that, Mister…” She dragged the word out, hoping he’d fill in the missing detail.
Luckily, he took the hint as he closed the gap between them. “Verastegui, Kukulcan Verastegui. But most people refer to me as Cabeza.”
The way he said his full name, she could almost taste something sweet and luscious … like warm cocoa.
Except one thing destroyed the image. The fact that she knew what his nickname stood for. “They call you … Head? Why?”
One corner of his mouth quirked up into a smile that was both amused and threatening. “Pray that you never find out.”
Her gaze dropped to the gold ring on his left pinkie. It bore a Mayan symbol, but she wasn’t close enough to identify it, and though he was hotter than hell, she didn’t want to get even a micro-inch nearer to him. His lethal persona said he might take her arm off if she tried.
“Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Veracity?”
“Vair-ross-STUH-gee,” he corrected, rolling his R so that it sounded like a purr.
Enrique put himself between them, forcing Cabeza to stop short of reaching her.
Go, Enrique. Twenty-two-point bonus on your next test. God love that boy for being overprotective.
The scary glint in those soulless black eyes said Mr. Head didn’t like or appreciate the interference. Cabeza spoke to Enrique in Spanish, but his accent was so thick that Kateri couldn’t catch the individual words. However, there was no missing the way Enrique curled his lips before he shot back with a fiery retort.
Somehow, she didn’t think they were discussing the weather or getting directions to something off-campus. They rather reminded her of a telenovela.
Cabeza laughed in a low, throaty tone as he tossed a smug expression at her. “You should call off your Chihuahua, chica. I’m really not in the mood to clean blood from my clothes.”
Enrique started for him, then all of a sudden, froze as if someone had flipped an off switch. He stood stock still with one arm raised and his features contorted by anger.
Yeah, okay … that wasn’t right.
Gasping, Kateri took a step back, only to collide with the lab table that cut off her retreat. Crap!
“Relax, bonita. If I wanted you dead or harmed, you’d already be so.”
Right … He didn’t know her at all if he thought that.
Her hands shaking with controlled fear, she reached into the pocket of her lab coat so that she could clutch her tactical pen—something her uncle Danny had insisted she always carry in case someone attacked her. If Cabeza didn’t freeze her too, she had one heck of a surprise for him. She might be short and comparatively tiny, but thanks to her uncle Danny and cousins, she was all muscle and trained to fight dirty with the best of them. “What do you want?”
“You own a certain item that I require.”
“And that would be?”
“A stone.”
That was like asking the ocean for a single molecule of water. “Look around the room. I’m a geologist.” She gestured to the shelves on her left that were lined with boxes of rocks—kind of what he was if he thought she was going to give him anything while he threatened her.
And that display was nothing compared to the ones she had at home. “Been collecting stones since I started walking. I need a little bit more than one noun. Could I buy an adjective there, Pat?”
His gaze turned dark. Deadly. “How about you just cooperate and give me what I need?”
Kateri pulled her pen from her pocket. “Let me think … um … no.” She ran for the door.
Unfortunately, he ran faster and cut her off halfway to her destination. She slashed at him with her pen, but he caught her wrist in a move that was so fast she didn’t see it until he had her pinned. Damn, he was a lot stronger than Mr. Hulk appeared. And that said it all.
“Give me your time stone,” he growled in her ear.
“My wha—Who?” Her gaze went to the calendar Fernando had sent. Was that what he was talking about?
Okay, that he could have. Whatever it was, it definitely wasn’t worth her life.
“You mean that?” She pointed toward it. “Take the stupid thing. It’s all yours.”
He glanced toward it, then did a double take. He released her so fast, she stumbled backward.
She ran for the door, but when she tried to open it, it wouldn’t budge. Where was a grenade when you needed one?
Better yet, a key.
His features reverent, Cabeza ran his hand over the ancient carvings. He caressed the calendar like a lover he thought was lost to him. “How did you get this?”
“UPS.”
He curled his lip and raked her with a sneer. “Where was this found? Tell me!”
Not the appropriate tone, buster. She’d never been one to be ordered around by anyone, anytime. Anywhere. Ignoring his command, she tried the knob again. C’mon, door … open, open, open!
Why wasn’t the damn thing opening?
’Cause this day just didn’t suck enough already.
That thought had barely finished, before the whole door blew apart in her hands. Shielding her face with her arm, she fell away in an effort to protect herself. Cabeza launched himself at her. Dodging his grasp, she ran for the opening, only to collide with a solid wall.
No, not a wall— A giant mass of a man who had to be seven feet tall stood in the center of the doorframe. One who snarled something at Cabeza in a language she’d never heard spoken before.
Kateri barely got out of the line of fire before the two of them went after each other with everything they had. They let fly blows that should have killed any normal human being. But neither of them did more than growl and attack as they continued to block her exit.
It was like being trapped by Godzilla and Mothra.
With no thought other than survival, she ran toward the closet in back. If nothing else, she could try to hide there.
As she broke even with the last table, where she’d left her purse, she grabbed her phone out of it. Intending to call security, she cursed as it started ringing in her hands.
Dammit! It better not be a telemarketer.
She flipped it open, and started to tell whoever it was that she was a little busy when she heard her cousin’s voice.
“Teri? Is everything okay?”
“Sunny! I need help in my lab. Now! Call campus security for me. I’m being attacked.” She’d barely finished the last word before her phone went dead.
“We can’t be having that, can we?” Cabeza asked as he kicked the mountain away from him.
He started toward her.
Her eyes widened as the other man ran at him and slammed him against the wall. That had to hurt, but since he was doing her a favor, she was actually rooting for the mountain to win.
I have to get out of here. Especially before they turn that hatred on me. One hit like that, and she’d never recover. Kateri ran toward the front again. Please have heard me, Sunny. Please call help. She loved her cousin dearly, but the woman could be extremely absentminded and oblivious at times.
She glanced at Enrique, who was still frozen mid-gesture. He needed help, too.
What do I do?
Kateri was almost to the closet door when someone grabbed her arm and pulled her to a rude stop.
Furious, she turned on the newcomer, intending to attack. But as she raised her arm for the blow and focused on her latest annoyance, she sucked her breath in sharply. Recognition hit her like a sucker punch.
“Talon?” It was Sunny’s husband. All six foot four, rippling muscles tattooed with Celtic tribal marks, of him. “What are you doing here?”
Had he been in town? Was that why Sunny had called?
He didn’t answer her question as he pulled her back and put himself in the line of fire to protect her. His blond wavy hair was cut short except for two long, thin braids that fell from his temple. Just as Cabeza would have hit him, a fourth man caught Cabeza and lifted him off his feet. He slammed Cabeza to the ground before he kicked the mountain away from them.
“Get her out of here, Celt,” he growled at Talon over his shoulder.
Without hesitation, Talon tossed her over his muscular shoulder as if she weighed nothing at all and ran with her out of the room. Not the most comfortable of sensations. But she was too grateful to be out of that room to protest.
Talon didn’t set her down until he reached her office at the end of the next hallway.
“Enrique’s still in the lab,” she told him.
“Cabeza will get him.”
She sputtered at his lackadaisical tone. “That’s the problem. I don’t want him to.”
“Why not?”
Why not? Really? “I like him. He’s a good assistant, and those are really hard to find.”
Talon scowled at her. “Then why don’t you want him saved?”
“I do want him saved. Not fed to Cabeza.”
Talon’s frown deepened. “We are both speaking English, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why do I feel like we’re not?”
Before she could answer, the tall, scary man who’d slammed Cabeza to the floor appeared by his side. Literally—by his side.
How had he run in so fast that she hadn’t seen it?
Not that it mattered right this instant, because … Holy firecracker … How had she failed to notice him?
Yet during the fight, she’d barely registered the man. Now the sheer ferocity of his presence jarred her. Just over six feet, he was built like a tank, and those black clothes added an even more sinister look to him. Not that he needed it. His black hair was slightly longer than Talon’s and he wore it with his bangs covering a pair of obsidian eyes that froze her the instant they met her gaze and held it in a tight fist.
Her knees went weak from terror. How had he appeared in here without using the door? It was still closed from Talon and while the man might be fast, she would have surely seen it open and close. Not to mention, hear the bell on it.
Unlike her, Talon didn’t seem to think it unusual that he had materialized in her office. “Did you get the kid?” he asked the man.
“Barely. I stashed him in the public toilet. He should be safe there until he regains use of his body.” The man jerked his chin toward the windows. “Help a brother out, Celt. I could have gone up in flames just now, you bastard. Think ahead. Ask for my help. Blow me up. Shit. What kind of friend are you?”
“Screw you,” Talon snarled before he moved to the blinds and closed them. “Mess with me, boy, and I’ll bring the daylight inside where you stand.”
The man gestured at Talon with something she assumed must be obscene.
Talon flashed a taunting grin. “Not on your best day, Cabeza. But feel free to keep fantasizing about me. Most women do.”
The man scoffed and grabbed his “package” and shook it. “Yeah, I got your woman for you, Celt. Right here.”
Kateri held her hands up before they started a fight to equal the one she’d just left. “Wait, wait, wait…” She pointed to the man. “He’s named Cabeza, too?”
The man quirked a brow at her. “Too? I’m pretty sure I’m it. Haven’t ever come across another.”
Her own head was starting to throb. “The other man in the lab. The one you attacked. He said his name was Cabeza.”
“His mama named him Head?” Talon snorted derisively. “Damn, that’s cold. And here I thought this Cabeza had it bad.”
“It was a nickname. His real name was Kukulcan Verastegui.”
The Cabeza in front of her broke off into a fierce round of what sounded like Mayan cursing. She had no idea what he was saying, but it was raw and explosive as he gestured furiously to punctuate his tirade.
She turned her frown to Talon. “What’s he saying?”
Talon shrugged. “I’m from Britain, not Mexico. No idea.”
“That pendejo is not me.” Cabeza broke off into a mixture of Mayan and Spanish and then returned to English, but this time his accent was much thicker and he rolled his Rs viciously. “His name, for the record, is Chacu. Ese cabrón hijo de la gran puta, pretending to be me. I should have cut his throat for my Act of Vengeance!”
“The real question is, did you cut his throat today?”
Hands on hips, Cabeza glared at Talon for asking such a thing. “No. He got away, along with the … what’s the word? Uh … Pigeon crap?”
“Chicken shit?” Talon offered.
“Si! … that was with him. They vanished before I could kill them.”
“Why were they fighting?” Kateri asked. “And why were they after me?”
Cabeza arched a brow at her. “Don’t you know?”
“Why would I ask if I knew?” She turned her attention to Talon. “And how did you get here so fast? Where were you?” Talon and Sunshine lived in New Orleans … not here in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. Last time she’d made that drive, it’d taken her four hours, and she didn’t drive slowly.
“You’ll want to sit down for this.” Talon turned the chair in front of her desk around for her.
A sick feeling settled deep in her stomach. “Think I’ll stand. Now, what’s up?”
The men exchanged a solemn look as if they were silently willing the other to speak first.
“Did Chacu say anything to you, other than pretending to be me?”
“He said he wanted my stone.”
A tic started in Cabeza’s jaw. “And the other … creature with him? What did he say?”
“Nothing. He showed up and Cab—” She broke the word off as his eyes snapped ebony fire at her. “Chacu attacked him.”
“Any idea why he’s handing out your name?” Talon asked.
“No idea. His hatred of me is legendary. But he’s not exactly engraved in my heart either. My want-them-dead list, however, is another matter.”
Kateri cleared her throat to get their attention. “And you’re both avoiding my questions.”
Talon let out a sarcastic laugh. “That’s because you’re going to freak and neither one of us wants to deal with it.”
Well, at least Talon was honest.
“I’m not going to freak,” she assured him.
It was now Cabeza’s turn to mock her. “That’s what they all say, chica. And then they all freak.”
