Ruled by Steel

Author:Reine, S M [Reine, S M]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Urban, Demons & Devils, Vampires, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Witches & Wizards, Paranormal, Romance, Fantasy, Werewolves & Shifters, Paranormal & Urban, Angels, Literature & Fiction
Publisher: Red Iris Books
Published: 2013-10-25T07:00:00+00:00

Twelve

Lincoln Marshall was in the Palace of Dis. He was in charge of the nightmares.

Everything was much, much worse than Elise had expected.

Her mind whirled as she hurried down the stairs again, caught up in memory. It made sense. She should have seen it before. The nightmare possessing Lincoln was named Judy, somewhat ironically—ergo the bodies being signed with J, a heart, and mutilated to resemble an animal attack. And Lincoln had been trying to let Abraxas onto Earth.

Yeah, she should have known, but she hadn’t.

Probably because she hadn’t wanted to.

“Hey! Wait right there!”

Elise froze on the stairs halfway down the new tower, caught between two steps.

She had slipped away from the bridge unseen and hightailed it down the massive staircase, hoping to grab Jerica, make a quick escape, and plan their next move with Neuma. But she had been so caught up in her own thoughts that she had been sloppy. She had gotten lazy.

And he had seen her.

Elise turned slowly to face the approaching trio. There were two nightmares. She felt cold to realize that one of them was a survivor of the attack outside the auction. She didn’t recognize the second. But the man in the middle—oh, hell yes, did she recognize Lincoln Marshall, blood and contusions and all.

He looked good in slave leather. The snug trousers accentuated the musculature of his hips and thighs. The jacket made his football player shoulders look even wider. But there was nothing attractive about the bleeding eyes. Even Elise had her limits.

The fact that he was wearing Devadas’s second hand at his belt like a trophy didn’t help, either.

“What are you doing in this part of the tower?” Lincoln asked, seizing her arm. Every instinct told her to break his grip, punch him in the nose, snap a kick at his temple, and watch him drop. She forced herself to be still.

He didn’t recognize her. She’d had sex with him, fed off of his energies to heal herself, spent the night in his bed, and he didn’t recognize her. Or, to be more precise, Judy didn’t recognize her. Stupid name for a stupid demon.

He shook her again. “Answer me!”

“I came to marry my master,” Elise said. She couldn’t make herself sound obsequious, so she settled for keeping her eyes lowered. The same behavior that had gotten her into the House of Abraxas in the first place. Even without looking at his face, she could see Devadas’s hand dangling at his belt, the fingers shriveled and scales peeling.

“Who’s your master?”

Shit. They hadn’t picked an identity for Jerica. If Lincoln were familiar with the slave owners in the city, giving her real name would be a dead giveaway that they didn’t belong. Elise searched her memory for the names of the demons at the auction. “Gretchen,” she said after a too-long pause.

Lincoln gave a feminine laugh that didn’t suit the square masculinity of his face. It was his voice, but Judy’s derision. “And where is your wife now?”

“We got separated,” Elise said. “I’m lost.

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