MacRieve (Immortals After Dark) Read Online Free PDF

vacant-eyed, with a tangled mane of wild raven hair. She wore a neon pink T-shirt with big bold letters: S L U T
    In smaller text below that: SEXUALLY LIBERATED UNINHIBITED TART.
    Atop her shoulder? A live bat.
    The soothsayer was fairly much crazed, losing track of time, of reality. Understandable, since she’d been seeing the future for millennia.
    With a wrist slung over the wheel and Jay-Z on the radio, she said, “It’s ridiculous that a car this expensive doesn’t have cruise control for reverse.”
    “You want me to drive, then?”
    She’d called his private number, divining the digits he supposed, wanting to meet alone. She’d made him vow to tell no one about their “rendezvous,” not even Munro. Will had already asked why she’d wanted to meet him (answer: blank stare) and if he could do anything for her (answer: blanker stare).
    “Mayhap I should call one of your sisters? You’re looking a wee bit tired, Valkyrie.”
    “I’m fine,” she said absently. “I have Bertil with me.”
    Oh. The bat. Will decided that if Nucking-Futs Nïx wanted to drive backward and answer none of his questions, to hell with it.
    He had nothing better to do than enjoy the ride, so he relaxed back in the plush seat, proud of his nonchalance. Though he didn’t like surprises and loathed it when females pressured him to keep secrets, he was managing his unease tonight.
    Mayhap he’d finally—finally—started to turn the corner.
    Just then, Nïx glanced at Will, blinking in surprise, her expression saying, Well, how’d you get in here, fellow?
    Her face brightened. “Hot of the Hot and Hotter Twins!” she said in greeting. “Or are you Hotter? I can never tell you apart—both of you with those smoldering golden eyes and dreamy features. Perhaps one of you has slightly longer hair?”
    He and Munro hated it when females called them Hot and Hotter, as if they were interchangeable cogs in a joke. “Nïx. It’s good to see you,” he said, for the second time tonight.
    At least she was interesting to be around. And most would consider a meeting with her to be priceless. She could help a Lore creature get out of whatever predicament he found himself in.
    No present predicaments for Will. Unless Nïx could send him back in time or make him forget the past, he’d keep idling.
    For the last few centuries, he and Munro had lived in Bheinnrose, a colony they’d founded in Nova Scotia. Will was the leader of that arm of Clan MacRieve, but for fuck’s sake, who couldn’t do that job? All he did was sign a lot of forms. Customarily after Munro read them.
    Without a nice grisly war to occupy them—or missions from their king—the brothers had headed south to Louisiana, looking for a change of pace. During an Accession, something was always happening near a Lore hot spot like New Orleans. Such as a meeting with Nïx.
    Plus, Will had burned through all the available nymphs in the North, since he never slept with the same female twice.
    Usually by mutual agreement.
    A big-rig driver pulled abreast of the Bentley and blasted his horn so loud the car vibrated.
    “Mortals,” Nïx sighed. “So what did you want to talk to me about, Oolay-ahhhm?”
    He frowned at the slaughtered pronunciation of his first name, but thought he caught a twinkle in her eye. “Just call me MacRieve. As for the meeting, you rang me, remember? I assumed you wanted to talk about Munro.”
    “Umm, no.”
    Awkward silence. Well, as long as he had a soothsayer here . . . “Mayhap you want to give me the goods on where to find his mate.” One of a Lykae’s most compelling drives was to find his fated one, and Nïx had helped three members of the clan locate and win theirs—against all odds—during this Accession alone.
    “You ask about his before your own?”
    “Munro craves his.” He needed that female in order to get the bairns he was keen to have. He longed for offspring more than a mother hen did. Already his brother was fostering two Lykae