Five people sat at it and four of them were playing poker. Etienne Peltier was leaner than his older brother Dev, but no less muscular. He had shoulder-length, straight blond hair and a face that could only be called angelic. But as Sunshine had learned on more than one occasion, the devil himself resided in that handsome body. No one wanted to cross Etienne.
Rudy St. Michel sat next to Etienne. Average in appearance, he looked like the typical New Orleans drifter with long black hair, and colorful tattoos covering every inch of visible flesh. He'd started working here about a year ago and was responsible for the arcade games downstairs.
Another bouncer, Justin Portakalian, had his back to the wall and one long, leather-encased leg stretched out over a wooden chair as he handed two cards over to Rudy. He was as gorgeous as any of the Peltiers, with medium-length, dark brown hair and hazel eyes that glittered with malice. At six feet six and with a bad attitude that redefined the term, he was someone Sunshine had always tried to avoid. He didn't talk much and had tossed her last boyfriend through the back door. Literally.
She'd also heard a rumor that Justin was fresh out of prison for murder, and something about his deadly demeanor added quite a bit of credibility to that speculation.
The other two people she didn't know. One was a blond biker who held a beautiful, barely dressed redhead on his lap. He looked up, saw Talon, and the smile faded from his lips. "What are you doing here, Celt?"
"I need to talk to you."
"Can't you see I'm winning?"
Talon looked at the poker chips by his elbow. "Yes, and I can also see that you're cheating."
"What?" The other men were suddenly animated.
"Talon, you dick!" The blond cleared his throat. "He's just kidding. Give me a minute, okay?"
Rudy snorted at Justin and Etienne as he adjusted the five cards in his hands. "I don't know why you guys are bitching. Both of you cheat too."
Etienne smiled that charming devil-may-care smile while Justin passed a less than amused glare at Rudy.
The blond biker started away from the table, then hurried back and grabbed up his cards.
"Just in case," he said to the others.
As soon as the blond stepped back to them, Talon introduced them. "Sunshine, meet Eros and Psyche."
Sunshine looked at them curiously. "They just think those names are cute, right? They're not really Eros and Psyche."
Eros gave her a peeved stare. "Why is she talking to me?"
"Cupid," Talon said, a warning note in his voice. "Play nice." He turned to Psyche. "Would you please do me a favor, Psyche, and keep Sunshine occupied while I deal with your husband?"
"Sure, hon." Psyche draped her arm over Sunshine's shoulders. "Come on, let's go see what kind of trouble we can get into downstairs."
Sunshine followed Psyche to the ornate staircase that led to the floor below, not far from the stage. The whole area was crammed with dancers and people who wanted to hear the Howlers sing, and with women who wanted to ogle the gorgeous band members.
She and Psyche went over to a pool table where a guy named Nick Gautier was playing a game with Wren, one of the Sanctuary busboys. Wren was a quiet, shy type who had an aura around him that said he would rather be invisible. Still, there was something dangerous about him. Kind of like he would gladly fight anyone dumb enough to disturb his introverted space.
His dark blond hair was long, and he wore it in a style that wasn't quite dreadlocks, but something not far from that either. His eyes were so pale a gray that they looked almost colorless.
As for Nick Gautier, Sunshine had met him here a few times. His mother was one of the cooks and he often came in for dinner and to play a quick game of pool with Wren.
"Hi, ladies," Nick said with his light Cajun drawl.
Psyche took the cue from his hand. "Rack your balls, Nick. We want to play."
Nick laughed. "Psych, one thing a woman should never tell a man to do is rack his balls."
Ignoring him, Psyche looked over to Wren. "You don't mind, do you?"
Wren shook his head no and handed his cue to Sunshine. Without a word, he quickly vanished into the crowd.
"I didn't mean to disturb you guys," Sunshine said to Nick.
"Ah, don't worry about it. Wren and I play a lot. He needed to get back to the kitchen anyway. You ladies want something to drink?"
"Beer," Psyche said.
"Water."
He nodded and left.
Sunshine watched as Nick navigated the crowd. She turned back to Psyche. "So you and Eros come here a lot?"
She nodded. "I've even seen you here a few times. You usually hang out with Aimee and some black-haired chick."
"Trina."
"That's her."
Psyche grabbed the cue ball and lined it up. "Yes," she said as she took her shot, sending six of the balls into pockets. "I'm a goddess and Eros is a god."
"How did you know-"
"I'm a goddess. I can hear every thought in your head." She smiled at Sunshine while she chalked her tip.
"That's a really uncomfortable fact to know."
"Isn't it, though?" Psyche blew across the tip, set the chalk aside, then knocked three more balls into the pockets. "And because I know what you're thinking, the answer is yes."
"The answer to what?"
"Whether or not Talon loves you."
Sunshine grimaced as Psyche sank the rest of balls on the table. "I don't know. There are times when I get the feeling he can't tell me from Nynia. I think he loves her more than me."
Psyche racked the balls again. "No offense, but that's stupid. You and Talon are soulmates. He will always love you no matter who or what you are. You, my friend, could come back as a humpback whale and he would love you. He can't help it. The two of you are destined for each other."
"Yeah, but-"
"There are no buts, Sunshine." She moved to stand in front of her. "I am the goddess of souls and soulmates. Unlike the other Olympian gods, I know when I see two people who were created for each other. If both you and Talon died tonight and were later reborn at polar ends of the earth, sooner or later the two of you would reunite. That's the schtick with soulmates. Alone you can survive, hell, you can even be with other people, but neither of you will ever be complete without the other." She glanced upstairs where they had left the guys. "You two can fight this all you want. But all you're going to do is make yourselves miserable."
She patted Sunshine's shoulder. "I know you don't believe me. I know it'll take time before you accept it. And that being said, the problem with your relationship isn't whether or not he loves you. It's that he can't afford to even think that thought."
"Why?"
"Because the minute he does, Camulus will kill you. Talon knows that. He will not let himself love you for fear of your dying again."
Sunshine swallowed at her words. Everything kept coming back to that one irritable and irritating Celtic god. "Is there any way to get around Camulus?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe? That's the best you can do?"
"Hey, it's better than no."
True, but still she wanted more hope than that.
"And what about Artemis?" Sunshine asked. "Even if we get past Camulus, what about her?"
Psyche twisted her cue in her hands as she thought about that never-to-be-forgotten fact. "She's tricky. With her you have to negotiate very carefully."
"So it's possible I could talk to her?"
"It's possible."
Sunshine's mind whirled at the thought. Could there really be hope for them?
Talon led Eros into the storeroom and shut the door. Quinn Peltier had soundproofed the room a few decades back to ensure that the Peltiers and other select friends could have emergency privacy if they needed it.
Originally, the room had been planned as a holding place in the event one of them accidentally turned into a bear while the club was occupied, but over time it had come to serve as a convenient place for one of the brothers to take a willing woman should they have an itch that wouldn't wait.
But that was another story.
Talon switched on the dim overhead light and faced Eros. "I need a favor."
"Favor, hell. Didn't you know that I'm supposed to vaporize any Dark-Hunter who gets near me?"
Talon looked at him drolly. "I'll remember that the next time you want to borrow poker money from me without Psyche knowing."
Eros smiled good-naturedly. "Good point. Okay, what can I do you to?"
Talon hesitated. Silently, he prayed Eros would give him an answer other than the one he feared.
"Do you know the Celtic god Camulus?"
Eros shrugged. "Not really. He runs with Ares, Kel, Ara, and those other war gods. Being the god of love and lust, I don't tend to associate with them. Why?"
"Because I was cursed by him and I wanted to know if there is any way for me to break the curse."
"Honestly?"
"Yes."
"Most likely not. War gods as a rule aren't real forgiving. It kind of comes with the whole mass-destruction mentality. But it depends on what you did and what he used as a curse."
"I killed his son and he has forbidden me to ever love a human. When I do, he kills them."
"Ooo," Eros breathed. "Sorry, man, but something like that, you can hang up an out clause. Vengeance runs deep in the bones of the war gods. Now, if you had the blood of a god in you, you might have some leverage. Do you?"
"No. I'm fully human, blood-wise anyway."
"Then you're totally screwed."