by I. T. Lucas
From Kian’s Mother.
CHAPTER 51: SYSSI
“Did you complain to my mother about me?” Kian asked as he stepped out onto the terrace.
“No, of course not… Why?” Puzzled, Syssi looked up at him.
After leaving Annani, she had gone back to the terrace outside of Kian’s penthouse and sat down to smoke another cigarette. Now that health was no longer a concern, she was really letting herself indulge with a promise to quit later once this crisis was over.
Except, she had a strong feeling that it was just the beginning and more trouble was lurking on the horizon. With all the recent turmoil, she had been too preoccupied to let her mind wander aimlessly, and the cursed premonitions had been held at bay. But the moment things returned to normal and resume a slower pace, she had no doubt her foresight would come rushing back. Perhaps even worse than before, as Annani had predicted.
Oh, the joy.
As obscure as her premonitions tended to be, they were pretty useless, serving only to darken her mood.
“Oh, I don’t know… I stopped by Amanda’s place to update my mother on the rescue plan we came up with, and she threatened to kick my butt if I ever dared to upset you… Care to explain?” He plopped next to her and kissed her heated cheek.
“Oh, that… It’s nothing. Well, not nothing. Your mother has done the sweetest thing; she made me feel so accepted and so welcomed, that I teared up. She pledged to always have my back. Even against you. Can you believe it? I hope that doesn’t hurt your feelings…” Syssi gazed up at Kian’s tired, smiling face.
“I’m actually elated that she has made such a promise to you. It makes me a happy man to know that my mother cares so much for the woman I love.” Kian pulled Syssi close to his body and kissed her with tender, soft lips. “I love you,” he whispered into her mouth.
“I love you so much.” Syssi sighed. She felt guilty even thinking it—but it was so unfair. Instead of celebrating her successful transition, preferably by making love, Kian was heading for a dangerous rescue mission. The fates Amanda believed in must’ve been cruel and capricious, amusing themselves by messing with people’s lives.
“Make love to me before you go,” she whispered, tugging on Kian’s shoulders as she leaned back.
Slipping his arms around her, he held her up and kissed her again. “I can’t. Not until I come back.”
CHAPTER 52: KIAN
There was nothing Kian wanted more than to lay Syssi down on that lounger and cover her body with his. Unfortunately, he couldn’t allow himself that sweet indulgence. If he made love to Syssi in his exhausted state, he would be worthless for tonight’s mission.
“I’m running on fumes.”
“And here I thought you were Superman.” Syssi chuckled.
“I’m sure even Superman needs a few hours of sleep once in a while.”
“Don’t look so hurt, I was just joking.” She kissed his nose. “You’ll always be my Superman.”
“I wasn’t hurt.” Well, maybe just a little…
“Aha… sure…” Syssi narrowed her eyes. “Men and their egos. Just promise me you’ll be careful and not pull any macho stunts out there. I need you…” Her voice quivered a little. “When are you heading out?”
“We are leaving at midnight,” he said, touching his forehead to hers. “The Doomer holds Amanda at a remote mountain cabin, so we cannot risk landing the helicopter anywhere near the place—even with the silent blades. We’ll have to trek several miles through the forest for a surprise attack.”
“How long do you think it will take?” Syssi whispered in a failed attempt to hide the growing tremor in her voice.
“We estimate it will take us at least two hours to get there on foot. The rest should go down quickly. We’ll probably be back before three.”
Syssi’s worried eyes were getting moist with unshed tears, but she said nothing.
“There are six of us going and only one of him. The Doomer doesn’t stand a chance. You have nothing to worry about. Andrew knows what he’s doing. His plan, at least on paper, seems fail-proof.” Kian did his best to sound more assured than he really was. Even the best of plans sometimes failed. There were always surprises, and unforeseen obstacles could derail the whole thing. It was impossible to account for everything, and the help of the capricious Lady Luck was needed.
“Just bring Amanda home, safely,” Syssi whispered. “The lives of the most important people in my life are on the line tonight. I will lose a millennium of my new immortal life until I see all of you safely back,” she said with a lone tear sliding down her cheek.
“Oh, baby… Don’t cry. I promise we will all come back.” He hugged her close.
I’m such a fucking liar, promising what I can’t guarantee to deliver.
CHAPTER 53: SYSSI
At midnight, Syssi accompanied the men to the rooftop helipad. Outside, dark clouds obscured the moon, casting ominous shadows on the dimly illuminated platform and the large craft perching on top of it. Syssi suppressed a shiver.
It’s not a premonition, don’t read anything into it!
“Come back home safely, all of you!” She briefly hugged Anandur and Brundar, then crushed Andrew in a desperate hug while choking back tears.
If I lose him too, it will destroy me. I’d rather die than live with that pain again. My new immortality may as well become a curse instead of a blessing.
“Don’t worry. We’ll be back with Amanda in no time at all.” Andrew kissed her forehead, then dislodged himself with effort from her tight embrace. “Damn, you’re strong now…” He gave her hands a reassuring squeeze before running under the helicopter’s blades to board the craft.
The moment Andrew let go, Kian took her in his arms. “Stay with my mother. You could use each other’s support…” he said before kissing the living daylights out of her. “That was just an appetizer. Later tonight, we feast…” Wiping her tears away, he commanded, “Smile!” then shook his head at her pitifully miserable attempt at one. “I think you need another kiss…” He took her lips again.
She held on as he tried to pull away. “Just a little longer…” she whispered.
“Everything is going to be fine, sweet girl,” he murmured against her lips as he kissed her again, softly, then with one last squeeze extracted himself from her arms and hurried to the waiting helicopter.
“Good luck!” Syssi called after his retreating back.
Hugging herself against the night’s chill, she watched as the helicopter carrying the two men she loved most in the world took off, then banked north. Her vision blurred by tears, she followed the craft’s blinking lights until they disappeared in the distance. “Come back safely to me… Please!” She cast her prayer on the cold, indifferent wind.
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Amanda’s Story Continues In
Dark Enemy Taken
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OF DARK ENEMY TAKEN
Dalhu can't believe his luck when he stumbles upon the beautiful immortal professor. Presented with a once in a lifetime opportunity to grab an immortal female for himself, he kidnaps her and runs. If he ever gets caught, either by her people or his, his life is forfeit. But for a chance of a loving mate and a family of his own, Dalhu is prepared to do everything in his power to win Amanda's heart, and that includes leaving the Doom brotherhood and his old life behind.
Amanda soon discovers that there is more to the handsome Doomer than his dark past and a hulking, sexy body. But succumbing to her enemy's seduction, or worse, developing feelings for a ruthless killer is out of the question. No man is worth life on the run, not even the one and only immortal male she could claim as her own…
Her clan and her research must come first…
CHAPTER 1: AMANDA
“Nice driving,” Amanda said as Dalhu slammed on the brakes and took a sharp turn. The car swerved, skidding on the loose gravel then finally coming to a full stop just inches away from a rusted metal gate.
After
driving for hours through the dark forest, the Doomer had apparently reached his final destination—this private dirt road must’ve led to the mountain cabin he was planning to hide in.
Dear fates, how could her life had taken such a sharp turn into the twilight zone in the span of just a few hours? In her craziest dreams, or rather worst nightmares, Amanda could have not foreseen being captured by a Doomer. No other female of their clan had ever fallen into the hands of their vicious enemy—the minions-of-all-that-is-evil—the Brotherhood of the Devout Order Of Mortdh—Doomers.
But why had the vengeful fates doomed her to be the first? What had she done to earn their wrath? What wrong could she’ve possibly committed to deserve such punishment?
Everything had been going so well…
Maybe too well… enjoying too much success or too much happiness without giving the fates credit for the good fortune they bestowed was never wise…
Amanda had been basking in the success of her research. She’d finally been able to identify two excellent potential Dormants and even managed to convince Kian, her stubborn and skeptic brother, to allow the process of their activation to begin. Amanda had high hopes for both. Syssi, her adorable lab assistant, was an exceptional seer, and Michael, a student, was an excellent receiving telepath. And what’s more, Kian had fallen head over heels for Syssi, just as Amanda had known he would, and he was attempting the girl’s activation himself.
Am I a fabulous matchmaker or what?
But the fates were capricious, and must’ve been angered by her vanity. She should’ve thanked them for their help… should’ve given them credit for her success…
Please forgive me? I want my old life back.
Only this morning, she’d taken Syssi on a fun day of beauty salons and shopping after which they’d met with Andrew, Syssi’s wickedly attractive brother, for lunch.
She should’ve stayed with them; she should’ve gone home with Syssi.
But Amanda had wanted to do something nice for Syssi.
She sighed; no good deed goes unpunished.
She’d wanted to commission a duplicate of the pendant Syssi had given her. The lovely diamond-encrusted heart was Andrew’s gift to Syssi for her sixteenth birthday, and Amanda wanted to prevent any unpleasantries between Andrew and Syssi if he ever discovered that his sister had given away his gift. So she’d said goodbye, leaving them behind in the restaurant, and headed out on her own to the jewelry store, back to Rodeo Drive.
It had happened there.
She had been kidnaped. By a Doomer. In broad daylight. From the Beverly Hills jewelry store.
How is that for drama?
Though, unfortunately, not of her own making—for a change.
Dear Fates, Syssi and Kian must be going out of their minds with worry.
Or maybe not.
They’re most likely busy declaring their love for each other over that romantic dinner Kian promised Syssi, or maybe they’re already back at Kian’s penthouse—making love…
Not that Amanda wasn’t ecstatic for them. After all, it had been her brilliant matchmaking that had brought Syssi and Kian together.
She couldn’t help worrying, though. Their happily-ever-after was far from guaranteed. If Syssi didn’t turn immortal, their fairytale love story would end in tragedy.
Because letting Syssi go would destroy Kian.
Unfortunately, he’d be forced to do it. As much as Amanda would’ve wished for a different solution, she had to accept that there was no other way. Even if they made an exception for Syssi, allowing her to keep knowledge of their existence, the sad fact was that her human lifespan was a blink of an eye compared to Kian’s near immortal one. Kian would have no choice but to send her away and erase her memory—of him and everything else to do with the existence of immortals.
Though, in truth, what purpose could it serve for Syssi to retain her memories? Memories that would remind her of the great love she’d found and lost?
None.
Erasing them would be a mercy. There was no reason for Syssi to suffer along with Kian. Pity that there was no way to erase an immortal’s memory—it could have saved him the anguish.
Unless…
Perhaps it was possible their mother could do it for him. As the only surviving pure-blooded goddess, Annani had the power to manipulate immortal minds—just as immortals had the power to manipulate those of humans. Maybe she’d be able to help him.
Except, Kian would most likely refuse. Knowing her brother, Amanda suspected that he would welcome the torment. The poor guy would believe that he deserved the punishment.
Though, if he wanted to assign blame, he should pick her.
Kian would’ve never attempted Syssi’s activation if not for Amanda’s insistence. Initially, he’d refused. Not that she could fault his reasoning, to the contrary. While Amanda was willing to bend clan law and her sense of honor for the greater good, Kian held himself to much higher standards. The act of seducing a potential Dormant female and injecting her with venom to facilitate the activation of her dormant genes was morally iffy. Especially since, out of necessity, the attempted activation had to be done without her consent—her memory of it erased. Not to mention that the probability of it working was extremely low. Nonexistent—in Kian’s opinion.
Eventually, though, Kian’s attraction to Syssi had overpowered his good conscience and honorable intentions and he’d seduced the girl. But somewhere along the line he’d fallen in love with her and had told her the truth. About everything.
Yeah, if Syssi didn’t turn, Kian would blame himself for lacking the willpower to stay away from her.
Dear fates, please, let Syssi turn…
And please, help me get away from this crazy Doomer… Crazy, but, sigh, so incredibly handsome…
As Dalhu bent over the padlock, working to open it and remove the chain that held the gate fastened to the fence, his muscular arms flexed and his T-shirt clung to his strong back. Amanda just couldn’t help but admire what he was putting on display.
He must be at least six-seven or eight… Very appealing for a tall female like me…
Bad Amanda! Stop ogling the evil Doomer!
She averted her gaze when Dalhu returned and folded his huge frame inside. He drove the car a few feet past the gate, then stopped and got out to re-lock it behind them.
It was a little past midnight when he parked the car at the end of the long, private driveway—in front of the isolated mountain cabin.
Observing the so-called cabin, Amanda grimaced. Dalhu had obviously chosen the place based on how well hidden it was. Style, or even comfort, hadn’t been factored.
The place was dreadful. Calling it a cabin was a joke. She’d stayed at mountain cabins before, and this dingy shack didn’t deserve the appellation. And what’s worse, it was completely and utterly isolated. The last time she’d spotted signs of habitation, including power poles and power lines, had been over an hour ago. And it wasn’t as if the electric cables were buried in the ground. At some point, the power lines had just veered away from the road and into the mountains, disappearing from view.
What had the Doomer been thinking? That she would gather wood and schlep water from a well?
Can you say delusional? Amanda humphed and crossed her arms over her chest.
Dalhu shot her an amused glance. “Come on, Professor, let’s see what we got here.”
She hated when he called her Professor in that mocking tone of his—as if she was delusional despite being well educated. “I asked you not to call me that…”
“Sorry, I just love saying it, Professor…”
Insufferable male…
He got out and walked up to the front porch—looking annoyingly cheerful. Evidently, the Doomer deemed this rundown shack to be just great. In his defense, though, she had no doubt this was a step up from what he’d been used to.
Whatever, she’d better take a good look around and check for anything that might give her some advantage—a way out.
Trouble was, she had no idea what to look for.
Should’ve watched some adventure movies… about escape from captivity… Oh, well, should’ve and could’ve are not going to help me now.
Stepping out of the car, Amanda followed Dalhu—taking tiny, slow steps. It was dark. There was no artificial lighting coming out from the cabin, and the moon was obscured by heavy, dark clouds. Still, as an immortal, her night vision was excellent, and the little light filtering through the cover of clouds was enough. To her great relief, she saw that there would be no need for her to schlep wood or water to the cabin. Power was provided by a solar panel array that covered one side of the steep roof and a wind turbine that towered over the main building. There was another small structure a few feet away, probably storage, and what looked like a water well next to it. The contraption on top of the well must’ve been an electrical pump. At least she hoped it was electrical…Amanda still remembered times when most people had to do with manual pumps—not that she’d ever done any pumping, that was what servants were for.
Oh, fates, I miss Onidu.
Onidu, her loyal butler, who was always there for her, taking care of her and doing all of the boring housework tasks. Right now, if he were here, she would’ve hugged him and wouldn’t let go—and it didn’t matter at all that Onidu wasn’t a real person, only a brilliant technological construct. Fully aware that he had no real feelings, she loved him anyway. How could she not? Even though it was his programming that was responsible for all that he had done for her since she was little… keep her company, take care of her, protect her…
Get a grip, Amanda! she commanded herself, fighting the tears that were stinging the back of her eyes. She had mere seconds to finish assessing her environment before Dalhu finished his breaking and entering and hauled her inside.
