by Wood, Vivian
the street to a stand selling more of the gaudy cups. Tessa cocked her head slightly, admiring Declan as he went. Damn if that man really wasn’t the catch of the century. Tall, gorgeous, and he did have the nicest posterior.
Tessa threw her empty cup away, watching Declan wait in a long line for the drinks. It occurred to her that this was the perfect opportunity to check in with Jameson.
Slipping the cell phone out of her purse, she quickly turned it on and dialed Jameson’s preprogrammed number.
“About time. I was starting to think you’d abandoned your sister,” Jameson’s voice came down the line.
“No, I-“
“Just listen, Tessa. I only have a minute alone before they come back-“
“What are you talking about?” Tessa asked, alarmed.
“I need something from you, Tessa. I need you to tell me how I can become like the Downlanders,” Jameson whispered, his tone desperate.
“What? Why would you want that?”
“I can’t explain, but let’s just say I think I can be of more use to the council if I am invincible like the Downlanders.”
“They’re not- I don’t even know how-“ she started.”
“But-“
Beep.
The line was dead. Just great, she thought.
Before she could mull it over, Tessa felt the hair on her neck rise. She tensed to turn around a split second before a large hand snaked over her mouth.
She made a noise of alarm, working up to the scream that would bring Declan running. The scream died in her throat as cold metal pressed against her ribcage. A gun, aimed upwards at her heart.
“Come nice or I kill your friend,” a deeply Southern accent ordered, “you understand, girl?”
Tessa nodded, silent and still. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Declan’s back as he stood in line. He was only a few people back now.
The body that went with the big hand pressed close, Tessa was pulled backward into a small side alley. The man who’d grabbed her was big enough to simply drag her down a series of short alleyways and into a multi-level parking garage just off the street.
Tessa’s eyes widened as she saw what awaited her. Parked a few spots in was a sleek black Mercedes, conveniently enough left with its trunk open. So this was definitely not a spontaneous kidnapping.
The man folded her body down like a lawn chair despite her resistance, and Tessa’s view of the floor showed an approaching pair of loafer-clad feet. A hand popped into view as the one holding her took his hand from Tessa’s mouth.
Just as she was about to take a big breath so she could scream, the new hand pressed a damp cloth over Tessa’s mouth. She was forced to take a big breath through the cloth, which smelled like lint balls and camphor. Tessa coughed, but the scent clung to her mouth and nose.
Tessa struggled as the man holding her began to press her into the trunk. She was trying to fight the overwhelming need to gag. The second man’s hands appeared again and a heartbeat later Tessa was enclosed in the dark space of the trunk, coughing and dry heaving.
“You idiot! How much of that stuff did you put on there?” came a loud voice. Her abductor, “You idiot! How much of that stuff did you put on there?” came a loud voice. Her abductor,
she guessed.
“It doesn’t exactly come with directions, asshole,” came the reply. The second guy. Already Tessa was feeling uncomfortably woozy. Her brain was not interested in Tessa’s
pleas to stay awake. There was no question that she had just moments left.
The men’s voices faded a bit as they got into the car and quickly pulled out of the garage.
Tessa couldn’t really understand what they were saying, something about someone being angry. Tessa felt around the compartment desperately. She needed a weapon, so that if she escaped
the trunk she’d have a chance to get away.
Her hand hit a bit of cold steel. A screwdriver, seemingly of the Philip’s head variety. Good
enough for Tessa.
Tessa allowed her body to relax and her eyes to close, fighting to stay awake. She took even,
fast-paced breaths to give her brain more oxygen. Somehow that might help.
Then came a shouted, “What the fuck! Crazy ass biker!” before the car slowed with a
screech. Tessa slammed against the trunk’s wall. Before the car was even still there was a
thunderous crash and Tessa was bounced from one side of the trunk to the other, which
mercifully woke her brain up just a hint.
Gunshots rang out for almost a minute, then everything was silent. Slow footsteps crunched
toward the trunk, and Tessa readied her screwdriver. Everything was getting fuzzy again, but if
Tessa could take out the man approaching, she might be able to get somewhere safe. Light from the streetlamp streamed in as the trunk opened. Tessa tried to strike out with the
screwdriver, but her arm wasn’t entirely agreeing. Then inky blackness wrapped around her
mind and pulled her under, somewhere warm and dark.
ELEVEN
I killed her. If she never wakes up, that means I killed her. As good as if I put a gun to her head and pulled the trigger.
Jace looked over at Tessa for what had to be the millionth time, and still there was no change. Her breathing was slow and shallow, but thankfully steady. She was warm to the touch but not fevered. He’d tried to wake her to no avail. All he could do was pray that her lack of response wasn’t due to brain damage or internal trauma.
Jace had tried to shake her awake when he’d pulled her out of the trunk of the Mercedes, but she hadn’t so much as moved. He’d lifted her carefully out of the trunk and hastened away from the wreckage he’d created, rebuking himself over and over for risking Tessa’s safety.
He hadn’t had much time to react, but that was no excuse. The second he got close enough to that sleek car, he’d felt the pull of Tessa’s presence. The car had started moving, soon to pass him. All he knew was that he couldn’t let that happen.
Jace had reacted without thought, and gunned his bike straight at the car. At the last second he’d leaned hard enough to cause the motorcycle to slide sideways toward the car while he rolled off in the other direction.
Jace had hit the ground hard and jumped up while the two men holding Tessa were still stunned, and then he’d emptied a clip into their throats and chests. It was against pack law to kill another shifter without the alpha’s consent, but it wasn’t technically a violation to shoot the shit out of them. So Jace had avoided the headshots he so badly wanted to mete out, and had instead opened the back door.
No Tessa in sight, but he could feel her. So she must be in the trunk, then. When he popped open the trunk, the plastic handle of a screwdriver hit him squarely in the eye. He cursed and then laughed aloud, his heart swelling with relief at the fact that she’d at least attempted to protect herself. She was incredibly brave, a fighter until the very end. Then he’d realized she wasn’t moving anymore, and his heart had dropped like a stone.
He’d been looking after her for hours now. He’d gotten her back to his house, gently undressed her, and wrapped her in the thick quilt that adorned his bed. The quilt was one of the only surviving remnants of his parents, and tucking it in around her sleeping form gave him a measure of peace. He’d laid her down just so, pulled up a hard wooden chair alongside it, and waited.
Maybe he should call Shaw back and take him up on his offer to send a doctor. Jace had checked her over carefully and had found nothing but a few bad bruises, but maybe she was bleeding internally. God, he should have thought of this ages ago.
Jace jumped up to grab his cell phone. He flipped it open and began dialing Shaw, his hands shaking.
Tessa moaned. Jace hung up and dropped the phone next to his chair as he knelt on the bed beside her.
“Tess? Can you wake up?” he asked.
“Huuurnmph,” she replied.
“Open yo
ur eyes,” he commanded.
Tessa’s eyes slid open groggily. After a moment she focused on his face. Then she flapped a dismissive hand at him, and rolled to her other side.
Jace let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. She wasn’t a vegetable, at least. Jace gripped Tessa’s shoulders and rolled her back to face him.
“Tess. Do you want a doctor? Talk to me!”
Her brow furrowed.
“Drugs,” she said.
“What?”
“Drugs, they gave me… I’m going to be sick,” she said weakly, heaving. Jace snatched up the trashcan beside the bed and held it in position for her while Tessa vomited weakly, shaking and crying all the while. Shit, Jace had never been this miserably helpless in his entire life. At least not since…
Not the time for that. Focus on Tessa, she needs you right now.
Jace could deal with this. He would stay by her bedside, wait for the nausea to pass. He’d take drugged up over a severe concussion any day of the week. Tessa heaved one last time, but it seemed like there wasn’t much left to come up. She flopped back on the bed and he set the trashcan aside, smoothing a hand over her forehead and crown.
“Do you need anything right now, Tess?” he asked softly.
She just groaned and flapped a dismissive hand, pulling a pillow over her face to block out the early morning sunlight.
“Okay. Okay. I’m going to let you sleep. But I’ll be right here if you need anything,” he said.
“Munnh huhm,” she affirmed, then rolled over again and buried her face in Jace’s comforter. Jace wanted to crawl in bed beside Tessa and hold her close, but he wasn’t quite ready for sleep.
Jace turned on the shower and pointed all the nozzles to the center, then turned the water temperature way up. The scorching water drenched over him, and he let the heat relax some of the knots and tension in his neck. That was what he’d installed the shower for in the first place.
Jace leaned his face against the cool slate and let out a ragged breath. He’d spent the last few hours thinking that he’d killed Tessa, and that was after taking advantage of her, rejecting her, and screaming at her in front of the whole pack.
Now that he was sure she was okay, he’d merely done all the other things. Damnation.
The look on her face when he’d asked her to get off his lap flashed in his mind, and he pressed his face harder against the tile. He’d tried to apologize, but she hadn’t been interested in a private chat. Jace had been too embarrassed to say anything in front of the other women, and he’d let Tessa traipse off with Declan.
His hands tightened into fists. Declan was lying low if he knew what was good for him. Jace was going to wreck Declan’s pretty face if he so much as looked at Tessa the wrong way, or any way at all. Worse than that would happen if he dared to approach her. Their association was at a complete end or Jace couldn’t be responsible for his actions thereafter.
Jace stayed in the shower until the water began to cool. Then he dried off and dressed in jersey sleep pants and a soft t-shirt. He turned off the lamp that adorned the bedside table, and carefully lay down next to Tessa.
Pulling the quilt she’d kicked off over both of them, he gently pulled her backward into the shelter of his body.
Tessa shifted and gave a little sigh, as though content. That sound shouldn’t be so damned sexy, or so comforting. The problem with her, simply put, was that Jace respected the hell out of her.
She was sweet, but she stood up for herself if it was needed. She was as independent as Jace She was sweet, but she stood up for herself if it was needed. She was as independent as Jace
himself, yet she could still bond with others easily; she’d only been here a matter of days and already had lifelong friends. It had taken Jace five years to bond with the loyal and respectable Rhett.
She was without a doubt one of the most intelligent women he’d met, but she wasn’t socially awkward. And she had what Jace lacked most; the ability, the capacity in her heart, to truly care about others. Jace simply didn’t have room in his life or heart for anyone but Maddie, and God knew it was hard enough to love her some days.
In many ways, it was unfortunate that he couldn’t offer Tessa more. Here was a fierce, smart, beautiful woman who seemed to genuinely like Jace as a person. As if that weren’t enough, she fit in well enough with his pack and his lifestyle. And not to mention the fact that she was smokin’ hot and kissed like a wicked wanton.
Jace ignored his quickly thickening arousal and closed his eyes. He had nothing to offer her, sure. But he had to think that if he ever took a mate, it would be someone just like Tessa. It couldn’t hurt him to admit that, at least.
Eventually the rhythm of Tessa’s breathing sucked him under, and he drifted. Jace crouched to take cover beside the front porch of his family’s large ranch home. There was just a hint of a crisp chill in the air on that gorgeous Georgia night, and silence lay thick across the Den. Jace turned to his sister and put a finger to his lips. Maddie nodded, eyes wide. She had just turned eight, but she was smart enough to recognize danger when she saw it.
Snarls and startled shouts had woken Jace some hours before. Then sound surrounded him: gunshots, breaking glass, screams. A great crack rent the air as their front door was kicked down. Jace had jumped out of bed and flung open the door that adjoined his room to Maddie’s. He’d shushed Maddie and pulled her out of bed, then locked them in the room.
He heard his parents’raised voices and those of the intruders.
“Get on the floor!” boomed a strange male.
“Get behind me, Jacqueline!” Jace’s father shouted, panic thickening his Southern accent. “No, there is a mistake! We are to be spared,” came Jace’s mother’s voice, lightly accented
with French.
“Get on the damned floor and shut up!” the stranger commanded again, his voice rising
with anger.
“They promised!” his mother insisted.
“Jacqui, what are you talking about? You knew this was going to happen?” Jace’s father
asked, barely audible this time.
“I had to help. They said they’d save the children. I am sorry, my love,” Jacqueline replied
helplessly.
“Jacqui, my heart…”
Jace’s father started to reply, but three loud shots rang out before he could finish. Silence fell
over the house, chilling Jace to the bone.
“Clear the house, make sure no one is left,” came the stranger’s voice again, then the heavy “Clear the house, make sure no one is left,” came the stranger’s voice again, then the heavy
stamp of boots on the living room floor. Jace hadn’t thought much past getting into Maddie’s room. He’d slid Maddie’s window open as quietly as possible, ignoring desperate sounds of pain coming from the living room. He’d grabbed Maddie and unceremoniously dumped her out the window before bending to squeeze his frame out the window. Sophomore year of high school had brought an immense growth spurt, so he was lacking in grace as he tumbled to the ground just outside and then slid the window closed behind them.
Jace gestured toward the storm cellar doors just a few feet away. Maddie pulled one of the rusting doors open and disappeared head first. There were still shouts and gunfire echoing throughout the Den. Jace jumped into the storm cellar before taking a quick look around. A lone figure stood in the flood lights of the mess hall not two hundred yards from where Jace hid.
Marcus Emberson. Jace could identify the Alpha from his height and proud stance alone. A loose ring of SWAT-suited gunmen was closing in on the wolf. Their bulletproof vests proclaimed “LEGION” in bold white lettering. The moved fast but not like Shifters. They must be humans.
One of the assailants was shouting at Marcus to get on the ground, but Marcus didn’t move. The gunmen advanced, closing their net. Jace’s heart was pounding, watching the strongest Shifter he knew realize that he was going to be defeated.
A
shout and a flash of light came from around the corner of Jace’s house, so he dropped low and swung the other cellar door closed. He grabbed a piece of rebar lying next to the steps and slid it through the handles of the shed’s swinging doors.
Jace heard footsteps and scrambled back to the corner where Maddie was sitting, slipping his arms around her as her joined her on the floor. A flashlight swept over the door of the cellar, briefly throwing slivers of light into the darkness.
Jace tucked his head down and wrapped himself protectively around his sister. There was a shout, and the doors rattled once, and again. They were found out.
Just then there were four sharp staccato reports, and the footsteps stilled. A low howl rose for a moment, then two more reports.
Marcus. The alpha had drawn their attention somehow.
The footsteps moved away, probably heading toward the fallen Shifter.
Jace and Maddie sat huddled up like that for hours, hardly daring to breathe. Eventually they could hear engines roaring to life and leaving the Den, but they kept waiting just to be sure.
When cracks of dim early morning light crept in through the cracks in the doors, Jace finally rose and unbolted the door.
Things were much worse in the light. Signs of violence were everywhere. Jace had never seen the Den empty. The stillness shivered up his spine before he could push it back.
Jace could see the broken outlines of bodies here and there, left where they’d dropped. He blocked Maddie’s exit from the cellar while he took it all in, forcing himself to see his fill. He made Maddie promise not to open her eyes for anything.
Only then did he scoop his little sister up and cautiously begin to follow his favorite trail into the surrounding forest. The wind rose with the sun, warming the world around them. Jace never looked back as he carried his sister to their new life.
Jace woke from the dream feeling the weight of Maddie’s small form in his arms, as if he really had been carrying her for miles in the wilderness. More than the smell of smoke or the cries of familiar voices, the sensation of taking his sleeping sister from the Den was still the sharpest and most painful memory from that night.
