Night's Reckoning (Elemental Legacy Book 4)

Pulse-driving paranormal mystery from USA Today Bestseller, Elizabeth Hunter.

Darkness comes for everyone, and some fates are inescapable.

For over a thousand years, the legendary sword Laylat al Hisab—the Night’s Reckoning—has been lost in the waters of the East China Sea. Forged as a peace offering between two ancient vampires, the sword has eluded treasure hunters, human and immortal alike.
 But in time, even the deep gives up its secrets.
 When Tenzin’s sire hears about the ninth century shipwreck found off the coast of southern China, Zhang Guo realizes he’ll need the help of an upstart pirate from Shanghai to retrieve it. And since that pirate has no desire to be in the middle of an ancient war, Cheng calls the only allies who might be able to help him avoid it. 
Unfortunately, Tenzin is on one side of the globe and Ben is on the other.
 Tenzin knows she’ll need Ben’s keen mind and political skills to complete the job. She also knows gaining Ben’s cooperation won’t be an easy task. She’ll have to drag him back into the darkness he’s been avoiding. 
Whether Ben knows it or not, his fate is balanced on the edge of a thousand-year-old blade, and one stumble could break everything Tenzin has worked toward.


Night’s Reckoning is the third novel in the Elemental Legacy series, a paranormal mystery by Elizabeth Hunter, USA Today bestselling author of the Elemental Mysteries.

Chapter One

Ben was expecting the punch, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. It landed on his jaw, snapping his head back. His skull cracked on the edge of the metal chair where they’d tied him up.

He was sitting in an old warehouse on the run-down edges of Genoa, taking their vicious punches with his ears open, ignoring the taunts of the humans around him. The men had grabbed him when he’d been snooping around the warehouse near the railroad tracks.

Exactly as he’d planned it.

One vampire stood with the humans, silently watching Ben as he tried to ignore her. The humans he wasn’t worried about. The vampire was another story.

“I hear she keeps him on a tight leash,” one of the men said. “I’m surprised he got this far out of Napoli.”

The vampire was female and petite. In Ben’s experience, a vicious combination. She stared while Ben tried to look beaten and miserable.

“Poor boy.” Her voice purred. “Little puppies who wander too far get kicked by the bigger dogs.” Her voice was a whisper that begged for his attention, drawing him in, seducing him, exactly as she wanted it to.

Ben narrowed the one eye that wasn’t already swelling shut and concentrated on the pain to resist the lure of her voice. Hits to the face he’d put up with for the job. Kicks to the ribs were hardly anything new. But if the vampire touched him, she would be able to use amnis, the electric current that gave her elemental power and control over humans if she wished it. Ben would do nearly anything to escape his brain being messed with. It had happened before, and he wasn’t a fan.

He’d been told he had natural resistance to amnis, but resistance wasn’t immunity.

“What does Piero want with him?”

The vampire’s purring voice turned hard. “Shut your mouth if you want to keep your tongue, human.”

Ben tried to see which man was talking. It was the bombastic one, the tallest in the group with three days’ worth of beard and a sweat-stained polo shirt clinging to his chest. The man had fists the size of Iberian hams, and they felt just as solid.

It didn’t matter. Piero. Ben had a name. One down, one to go.

The human puffed out his chest and angled his shoulders back. His chin went up. “I don’t work for you.”

“You stupid mortal,” the vampire muttered. “Of course you do.”

“Piero gives me orders. I don’t even know why he brought you to Finale—”

The man’s voice cut off with a strangled gurgle.

And a place. The corner of Ben’s mouth turned up. That was quicker than he’d thought. Gotcha.

The humans in the gang started shouting at the vampire, who released the man’s throat from her iron grip and let him slide to the floor.

Ben silently released his wrists from the restraints he’d loosened an hour before, minutes after they’d tied him up. The humans weren’t very good with knots.

As the men shouted at the small vampire in defense of their friend, Ben moved, slipping from his bonds and easing into the shadows between stacked pallets in the warehouse. The whole place smelled of sardines and motor oil, not a good combination.

“Stefano, where’s the kid?”

More shouting in loud Italian. Their accents didn’t sound like Genoa. Much farther south if Ben had to guess. Not Naples. Sicily? Calabria maybe. His client would want to know. The vampire wasn’t Italian. Ben was guessing French.

As he crept away, he listened for her movements. She was the only one who presented a real threat. The floor was cold against his feet—hard-packed dirt with cracked concrete near the door. They’d taken his shoes, and he had no idea where they’d put them.

“You idiot!” another yelled. “Piero is going to take your balls!”

“He’s a skinny foreigner. Find him, you shit! He can’t have gotten far.”

Ben slipped into a shadowed corner and climbed up the plastic-covered pallets, clinging with his fingertips and toes to the edges of the wrapped cans and waiting for the first man to come to him.

A dark-haired human looked into the narrow corner but didn’t notice Ben halfway up the wall. He turned around, and Ben immediately fell on his back.

Ben locked his elbow around the guy’s neck and slapped a hand over his mouth to block his muffled yell. Once his mouth was covered, Ben chopped the edge of his hand against the man’s throat in a swift slicing gesture, bringing him to his knees and driving the breath from his lungs.

Ben released his hold, and the choking man clutched his throat as Ben quickly drew his fist back and aimed for the temple. His fist made contact, the man’s head snapped to the side, and he fell in a solid thunk. Ben quickly rifled through his pockets, grabbing his wallet and the knife and gun in his waistband. He felt for an ankle holster but didn’t find one.

Shoes? He needed shoes.

Damn. This guy’s were too small.

“Topo, where are you?”

“By the door!”

“Luca?”

Nothing.

Ben looked at the man he had to guess was Luca. He’d wake up eventually, and he would deserve the massive headache.

Now with one hundred percent more weapons, Ben crawled on top of the stack of pallets and surveyed the warehouse. His head was throbbing, but he needed to eliminate the human threat and avoid the vampire.

He’d have to climb down eventually to reach the door. He crawled over two more stacks of pallets and dropped to the ground. Three more humans and he’d have a clear shot.

The second man nearly walked into Ben. He turned in to the alcove where Ben was waiting and his eyes widened, but Ben put the knife to his throat before he could yell.

“Shhhh.” Ben put a finger to his lips. “The baby’s sleeping.”

The man cocked his head, confused. “Wha—?”

Crack. Another fist to the temple. Another snapped neck, and the human fell to the ground with his eyes rolling back.

And his shoes were still too small. What was with these people? Did they all have miniature feet?

Ben kept the knife out. There were three more wandering around, not counting the vampire.

Where was the vampire?

He had the door in sight when he nearly ran into two of the men. One reached for his gun, but Ben kicked it before the man could raise it. He muttered a curse and reached for his knife while Ben dodged the other man’s grasp.

They weren’t expecting Ben to be so fast. They thought they’d wounded him. They’d thought he was broken.

Gotcha, suckers.

Silence was useless now. The men were shouting as he fought them off. He grabbed the unarmed man by the shoulders and brought his face down to his knee. Ben felt the spurt of blood from the man’s nose.

The scent of blood lay like bitter copper in his mouth. His own skin was broken. One man rolled on the ground, holding his hand to his face as blood poured out, and Ben turned to the other man, who was now a little more cautious. It was the original ringleader, Stefano, whose throat was still red and raw from the vampire grabbing him. He was bent to the side, still limping.

His voice was hoarse. “Who are you?”

Ben touched the corner of his split lip and flinched. “No one important.”

Before Stefano could ask another question, Ben brought his foot up and swiftly kicked him in the gut, knocking the man to the ground. Then Ben walked over and kicked Stefano’s temple, snapping his neck to the side and making his eyes roll back.

Ben examined the two men on the ground. Making a swift decision, he grabbed Stefano’s shoes and slipped them on his feet, leaving the laces untied. They were a little big, but they were better than nothing.

He ran for the door. He was nearly home free when the vampire appeared.

She appeared a few yards away from Ben, moving so quickly he nearly didn’t see her. She stomped her foot on the ground and a crack split the floor. Ben’s foot fell into the earth and he felt the pulse of power as the dirt tightened around his ankle.

Earth vampire. He added that to the file.

“Hey there.” He kept his knife out and reached for the gun he’d slipped in his pocket, never taking his eyes off the vampire walking toward him. “Ben Vecchio. How you doing?”

“I know who you are.” She wasn’t angry. She was curious. Her head was angled to the side, and she examined him like normal people examined an interesting specimen at the science museum.

“I’m just trying to get out of here,” Ben said. “I have no desire to start a fight.”

“You’ve already been in one.” Her voice was still barely over a whisper, and Ben was starting to wonder whether she had some physical disability that affected her voice.

Contrary to human mythology, changing into a vampire didn’t cure all your ills. It didn’t make you younger or heal anything other than the most recent injuries. If you were missing an arm before you turned, it was still going to be gone. If you were deaf as a human, you’d be deaf as a vampire. Nerve damage could be cured, and immortality fixed all but the most severe eye problems. But a damaged voice? You’d live with that for eternity.

“I’m not looking for a fight,” he repeated. “I just want to go home.”

“Do you?” She met his eyes and her fangs fell. “And who would miss you if you didn’t go home, Ben Vecchio?”

He raised the gun. “I don’t know you. I am a human under vampire aegis. We have no quarrel. Let me go.”

Her mouth was halfway between a smile and a pout. “If you’re under vampire aegis, you should know that gun won’t do anything to stop me.”

“I know if I hit your spine, you’ll be out of commission until nightfall tomorrow.” He glanced at the ceiling. “You’ll be safe in here. I won’t even have to feel guilty. No direct sunlight. Whoever might find you during your day rest, that’s not my problem, is it?” He really wished Luca’d had a semiautomatic he could steal, but he was still a decent shot with a revolver. “I’m an excellent shot. You don’t want to take a chance. Let me go.”

She smiled. “I’m not going to kill you. I was simply curious.”

“Oh?” He kept the gun trained on the vampire’s neck as she moved.

“Curious what she sees in you.”

Fuck. Ben knew exactly who she was and just the reminder pissed him off. He cocked the gun. “Let me go.”

“I don’t poach.” She came closer. “But I wonder if a taste—”

The gun went off and her long hair blew back. Ben could see a red line where the bullet had passed by her neck.

“Back off,” he said in a low voice. “I won’t miss again.”

“You didn’t miss that time. Interesting.” She blinked and smiled fully. “I do understand what she sees in you, Benjamin Vecchio.”

Without another word, the vampire ran out the door and Ben heard it creak from the swift gust of air.

And his foot was still stuck in the ground. “Really?”

Wiggling it back and forth, Ben managed to work it out, but only because Stefano’s shoes were bigger than his foot. He left the right shoe stuck in the ground and limped to the door.

Ben was almost there when it swung back, revealing a thin man leaning against the wall, pointing his gun at Ben with a shaking hand.

Ben glared at the man. “You really want to do this?” He raised his revolver and the man lowered his gun.

“No, I don’t—”

“Are you Topo?”

The man nodded.

Ben kept his voice low and walked toward him. “Okay, mouse, the rest of them are out. The vampire’s gone. You want me to punch you or shoot you?”

The blood drained from his face. “Are those my only options?”

“You think your boss is gonna be satisfied if you just run?” Ben nodded over his shoulder. “She knows you were here and walking when she left.”

Topo’s face crumpled. “I guess… shoot me. Left leg?”

Ben had been certain the man would go for the knockout. “A bullet? You sure?”

The man pointed to his eyes. “The doctor, he says if I take any more punches, I could lose an eye. I used to be a boxer.”

“That sucks.”

Topo shrugged. “It’s only a nine millimeter.”

“Still a bullet, man.”

Topo hesitated. “Maybe… you could break a few ribs?”

It was a solid option. It wouldn’t put him completely out, but with enough bruising, his boss would believe Ben got past him. After all, he’d already taken out all the other brutes.

“If you’re sure.”

Topo put the safety on his gun and tossed it to the side. “Yes.”

Ben didn’t hesitate. He smashed his fist into Topo’s ribs, punching him until the man was falling to the ground and Ben’s fist felt like hamburger.

Damn. He really wished he’d just gone with the bullet like Topo wanted. His knuckles would take weeks to heal.

Ben finished Topo off with a swift kick to the side. He looked at Topo’s feet and bent over. “Hey, mouse?”

Topo could only blink. He was gasping for breath.

“I hate to do this, but I’m gonna need your shoes.”