The Curse by Sherrilyn Kenyon, Dianna Love Read Free Book Online

cemeteries?”
    “I don’t know … but this guy doesn’t have any gang tats, so maybe he was here by accident or—” A flash of light and a power burst behind her interrupted Evalle’s brainstorming.
    Quinn muttered, “It appears Sen has arrived.”
    Oh, joy. She turned as six-feet-seven-inches of perpetual anger stomped up to where she and Quinn stood. Tzader stepped up to join them.
    Sen’s straight black hair hung down his back in a queue and somewhere along his family lines he’d picked up slanted blue eyes that seemed out of place in his square face. He always had the same type of clothes—dark T-shirt, black jeans and sometimes a jacket or vest.
    No one knew much about Sen beyond his being a royal pain in the butt. He served as liaison between VIPER agents and the Tribunal, which ruled the Coalition and also played judge and jury for Coalition members when necessary. Within that capacity, Sen displayed power at times that seemed almost god-level. But Evalle couldn’t see a god getting stuck overseeing VIPER, and Sen made it clear to everyone that he had not taken this position by choice.
    Who had pushed Sen into a job he didn’t want?
    Maybe the better question would be why?
    Sen glared at the remnants of the battle, then zeroed in on Evalle. “Of all the gang battles in the past month, I constantly have to wipe human minds and dispose of the nonhumans only at the ones where you’re involved, Alterant. Why is that?”
    Ending his phone call, Tzader crossed his arms and angled his body so he stood between Sen and Evalle. “Got an issue with anything here, or one of my Beladors, take it up with me.”
    Evalle kept silent for once, rather than spouting off at Sen and making things worse. And right now he couldn’t touch her or he’d cross Macha.
    But Macha had just drawn a line.
    In less than two days, Evalle’s protection would be over. Unless she found—and delivered—Tristan before then.
    Sen gave Evalle a look that promised the day her deal with Macha fell apart that he’d be waiting for her.
    Turning to Tzader, Sen said, “Better find a way to stop these battles soon or the Tribunal may start wondering at the coincidence of an explosion of gang attacks that started after the Alterant was turned loose.” He lifted a hand over the Svart troll, asking, “Finished with this one?”
    Tzader indicated yes.
    Sen pointed a finger at the dead troll. The body vanished, then Sen headed off to wipe memories of unconscious or injured humans. Beladors working inside human law enforcement would deal with the poor headless dead guy.
    Once Sen moved a good distance away, Quinn spoke softly to Tzader and Evalle. “We need to meet … and talk.”
    Evalle jerked her attention back from Sen. That sounded like Quinn had something important to discuss. Could it be about Kizira? Having Quinn broach the subject first would be a relief, especially if he denied having given Kizira any information on Evalle. “Sure. When do you want to meet?”
    “As soon as we leave here,” Quinn suggested.
    Tzader shook his head. “Brina wants to see me, then I have to brief everyone at VIPER headquarters.” He paused, sorting through something in his mind. “Let’s meet around midnight.”
    “If that’s the soonest,” Quinn said, his face closed down.
    Whatever he wanted to discuss obviously bothered him.
    We have that in common .
    Tzader’s phone buzzed, pulling him away again while he answered.
    She’d rather talk to Quinn sooner than later, like right after they left here. Before she could suggest she and Quinn grab something to eat, a voice came into her mind.
    Evalle, this is your last chance to answer me .
    Tristan? She almost shouted his name, but quietly answered, I’m here. Where are you?
    I’ll tell you where to meet me, but if you tell anyone I’ve contacted you, I’ll find out about it and not show.
    I won’t tell anyone. But how would Tristan know? Until she could answer that question, she’d keep this