Annotation
From the acclaimed author of the Morgan Kingsley, Exorcist books comes the gripping first novel in a new series about a private eye who discovers, to her surprise, that she's an immortal huntress.
Nikki Glass can track down any man. But when her latest client turns out to be a true descendant of Hades, Nikki now discovers she can't die.... Crazy as it sounds, Nikki's manhunting skills are literally god-given. She's a living, breathing descendant of Artemis who has stepped right into a trap set by the children of the gods. Nikki's new 'friends' include a descendant of Eros, who uses sex as a weapon; a descendant of Loki, whose tricks are no laughing matter; and a half-mad descendant of Kali who thinks she's a spy. But most powerful of all are the Olympians, a rival clan of immortals seeking to destroy all Descendants who refuse to bow down to them. In the eternal battle of good god/bad god, Nikki would make a divine weapon. But if they think she'll surrender without a fight, the gods must be crazy....
Dark Descendant (2011)
(The first book in the Descendants series)
A novel by Jenna Black
In loving memory of Albert Barlow
ONE
My entire world shattered on a cold, rainy, miserable night in early December.
The evening started off depressingly normal with a blind date arranged by my sister, Steph. Now, I love Steph to death, and I know she means well, but her ability to pick just the kind of man Im least likely to hit it off with is legendary.
My date du jour, Jim, was good-looking, unattached, and conspicuously charming, at least on the surface. In Stephs book, that made him perfect for me. Little details like his self-absorption and thinly veiled disrespect for women had apparently escaped her notice. They did not, however, escape mine.
When my cell phone rang, I practically dove into my purse to find it, praying the call would grant me a reprieve from the date from hell. I did a mental happy dance when I glanced at the caller ID and saw the name Emmitt Cartwright.
I gave Jim my best imitation of a chagrined expression. Im so sorry, I said, hoping I didnt sound relieved. Its a client. I have to take it.
He indicated it was okay with a magnanimous sweep of his arm. His face conveyed another messagesomething along the lines of how much he loathed people who interrupted romantic dinners for something so crass as business. Considering some of the views hed expressed over appetizers, I wouldnt have been surprised if he were a charter member of the women belong in the kitchen, barefoot, and pregnant club.
I dismissed Jims disapproval and answered the call as I pushed away from the table, heading for a quiet corner near the back of the restaurant where I could talk in something resembling privacy.
Nikki Glass, I said.
Miss Glass, Emmitt said, sounding relieved to have reached me. Id tried to convince him to call me Nikki, but he had the quaintly old-fashioned habit of reverting to Miss Glass whenever I failed to remind him. It made him sound almost grandfatherly, although he was younger than me. I hope Im not interrupting anything.
I smiled, glancing over at the table where Jim sat with his legs crossed and his fingers tapping impatiently. Nothing that didnt badly need interrupting, I assured him. Is everything all right?
He hesitated a moment. I dont know.
I raised an eyebrow at that hesitation. Id only met him in person once, but that was enough to leave a strong impression. He wasnt the hesitant type. The man practically had alpha male tattooed on his forehead.
Maggie called me, he said quietly.
I leaned against the wall and bit my lip, trying to figure out what to make of this new development. Maggie was his ex-girlfriend, and he obviously hadnt gotten over her yet. Hed originally hired me to track her down after shed left him for a guy he suspected of belonging to a weird cult of some kind. Hed said he was worried the cult was going to indoctrinate her.
What did she have to say? I asked, genuinely curious. Id had very little luck in my investigations so far. Maggie and the other members of this so-called cult lived together in a massive mansion in Arlington, Virginia, and discreet inquiries in the neighborhood had revealed only that they kept to themselves. Real helpful. All I had to show for my investigation so far were names and a handful of surveillance photos, and Id been lucky to get those.
She said she wanted out. She wants me to come get her.
I frowned. This seemed like exactly the kind of break Emmitt had been hoping for, and I wondered why he hadnt already whisked her away.
Shes going to wedge the front gate open, and Im supposed to drive up to the back and pick her up, Emmitt continued.
Ah. Now I had a hint why he hadnt already run to the rescue.
In other words, she thinks someone might try to stop her, so shes trying to make a fast, quiet getaway.
Yeah. Something like that. Id like you to come with me. I want another witness there in case things get weird.
All right, that I hadnt been expecting. Im not really sure Id be much help, I said. Emmitt was about as imposing a human being as I could imagine. Im five foot two, fine-boned, and female. Anyone not intimidated by Emmitt wouldnt even give me a second glance. Maybe you should call the police.
And tell them what? I have no proof of anything, and Maggie didnt even say she was being threatened. Im probably just being paranoid, but I dont like the idea of going up there alone. Just in case. This cult believes some very strange stuff, and I dont think its smart to expect them to act rationally.
Everything substantive Id learned about the cults beliefs had come from Emmitt himself, though hed always been a little vague about how hed learned the details. Apparently, they believed themselves to be descended of gods and therefore immortal. I didnt doubt that these nut jobs were dangerous, but my gut was telling me to turn Emmitt down. This wasnt a job for a private investigator. At least, not for this private investigator.
Ill pay double your fee, Emmitt said, sounding almost desperate. But I dont want to keep her waiting too long. I dont want to give her time to change her mind.
Money isnt the issue, I assured him. I just dont think
Please humor me, okay? I dont have anyone else I can ask on short notice.
I glanced over at the table, where Jims body language was screaming even more loudly that he resented me taking this call. The server had brought our entrees while I was talking. My stomach gave an unhappy grumble at the thought of going hungry, but I wasnt anxious to spend the next hour or so gnashing my teeth to keep from telling Jim exactly what I thought of him. Emmitt was giving me a perfect excuse to cut the evening short, and he was going to pay me, to boot.
I decided to ignore my gut instinct and agreed to meet Emmitt at the gate in front of the house.
Im twenty-five years old and have been listening to my gut all my life. I should have known better than to ignore it.
A little more than half an hour later, my gut was insisting even more loudly that this was a piss-poor idea.
The skies opened up as soon as I left the restaurant, and by the time I pulled up to the gate in Arlington, the rain was mixed with sleet and the streets were growing slick. All the worst moments of my life have been associated with rain, so this should have been another clue it was time for me to turn around. My windshield wipers squeaked and squealed as they tried their best to dash the rain away. Id meant to replace the wiper blades months ago.