by Larissa Ione
“Those things I said… at the apartment. Didn’t mean them. I had to chase you off… so my clan wouldn’t kill you.”
Tears swam in the black depths of her eyes. “Oh, Con,” she whispered. “We can never be together if I’m not bonded to you, can we?”
“No,” he gasped.
Her throat, her creamy, delectable throat, worked on a hard swallow. “Then… bond with me. Do it. Finish it so it goes both ways.”
Jesus. What she was asking, just… Jesus. His own eyes stung at the magnitude of what she’d just said. After all her fighting, she was willing to give herself up to him, to give up the one thing she’d prayed for her entire life: her freedom.
Con would never take that from her.
“Yes,” he lied, and wasn’t he getting good at that? “Not now… hungry. Later. You need… to trust me.” He squeezed her hand, hyperaware of her pulse under the pads of his fingers. “Mine…”
She said something, but he didn’t know what. A mist of red washed out his vision, and his brain went too fully animal to think. All he knew after that was hunger and hatred.
* * *
Con was a disaster. No matter what Eidolon did, the dhampire was growing more violent and weaker. Very little blood would stay down, and Eidolon was so desperate that he’d even tried feeding the guy Lore’s blood, hoping the similarity to Sin’s would have some sort of positive effect.
Nothing.
Then, in a strange, trancelike moment of clarity, Con had told him about Sin’s new bond with Raynor and then asked him to take and store samples of everything, from blood to saliva to semen. Now Eidolon stood outside the door to Con’s room with Shade, Wraith, Gem, and Kynan, waiting for whatever Luc was doing inside to be done. Con had been tight-lipped about his reasons for the samples and seeing Luc, and Eidolon had to wonder if Con’s mind was starting to go.
Eidolon hoped not. Con swore he’d break the bond-gone-wrong with Sin, and that had better be true. As for the other bond, the one with the werewolf… Eidolon forced his anger to remain on a slow simmer until Wraith and Lore got some useful intel on the guy and the collar he’d used on Sin.
“Hey.” Speak of the demon, Lore rounded a corner, a stack of papers in his gloved hand. “Got some info on this Raynor cocksucker.”
Wraith cocked an eyebrow. “Did you use your assassin contacts?”
“And the Internet.” Lore grinned. “Seriously, I’m pretty sure the invention of cyberspace was the work of the devil.”
Eidolon wouldn’t doubt that. “Where’s Sin?”
“She’s in the day care, helping Serena and Runa with the kids.”
The day care had been a new addition to the hospital—Serena’s idea. She and Runa spent so much time at UG that it made sense to create a safe place for the babies to play. Plus, it made life easier for the employees with kids. Serena helped out when she and Wraith weren’t off treasure hunting—or just hunting. Runa now ran it, and Idess helped out since she worked at the hospital anyway.
Eidolon still shook his head in amazement every time he walked into the day care to find Wraith or Shade cuddling and feeding the babies. Shade had always loved kids, but Wraith… E never thought he’d see the day that Wraith would be comfortable and happy with a fragile infant in his arms.
For Eidolon’s part, he couldn’t wait to get Tayla pregnant. His Seminus urges to reproduce with his mate were growing more intense, and Tay was finally starting to come around now that her twin sister, Gem, was sporting a baby bump. Just thinking about his mate growing heavy with his son made Eidolon restless, and Tayla was probably lucky she wasn’t here right now, or he’d have her against the wall, doing his best to make it happen.
Gem stopped playing with one of her black-and-blue braids to settle her hand on her belly. “Lore, what did you learn?”
“That this guy is good at keeping his hands clean.” Lore handed the papers to Shade to pass around. “His photo is there, suspected residence, favorite hangouts. He owns an auto salvage yard in Pittsburgh that’s making a tidy profit. He’s got a lot of enemies, but they drop like flies. Nothing can be pinned on him, but his trail reeks of assassins.”
“And you would know,” Kynan muttered, but it was a good-natured ribbing, and Lore’s lips quirked up as he flipped off the human. They used to be bitter enemies, and though they weren’t exactly friends, they got along and actually sparred in UG’s gym from time to time.
Eidolon turned to Wraith, who was messing with his iPhone. “Have you learned anything more about the collar around Sin’s neck?”
“No,” he said, not looking up from the device. “The demons who made it are, like, legendary. I can’t find any proof that they even existed.”
“Well,” Gem said, “until a couple of days ago, we didn’t have proof that Feast wargs existed, either.”
Yeah, that had been a total shocker. Luc and Kar were now staying at Shade and Runa’s New York house until Tayla and Kynan could get The Aegis death order against Kar called off. So far, doing so was a low priority—The Aegis and the military were still trying to decide if wiping out wargs was a desirable course of action, even though Eidolon’s vaccine had tested well and was being manufactured with the help of USAMRIID. Complicating matters was the fact that both paranormal agencies were scrambled by troubling developments, apparently unrelated to the warg virus, in the human world.
The Nile was running red, and though scientists had determined that the cause was red toxic algal bloom, they couldn’t explain how it happened overnight. Worse, the toxins were being spread by wind, and the normally mild effects on humans and animals—respiratory irritation—had become deadly. Naturally, thanks to the emergence of Sin Fever, The Aegis and R-XR were quick to blame demons on the new troubles, as well.
Shade crossed his arms over his chest. “So what you’re saying is that you don’t know how to remove the collar or release Sin from the warg’s bond.”
“That’s what I’m saying,” Wraith grumbled. He hated not finding what he was looking for. Granted, he’d had only a couple of hours, but he wasn’t the most patient demon in the world, and with Sin’s freedom and, possibly, her life on the line, wraith was wound especially tight. “Tonight, Serena and I can snoop around the Horun region of Sheoul. Most of the legends regarding the Feast wargs and their creators originate there.”
The door to Con’s room opened, and Luc stepped out. “It’s done.” His voice was strangely raw.
“Ah, what’s done?”
Luc stared at Eidolon, and he could have sworn that the warg’s eyes were a little bloodshot. His color was definitely mottled, a rare sign of emotion in the usually unflappable warg. “He didn’t tell you?” When E shook his head, Luc swore. “That fuck. He made me do it, E.”
Alarm clanged through Eidolon. “Do what?” He didn’t wait for Luc to answer, threw open the door, took three steps, and froze.
“Hell’s fucking rings.” Shade rushed to Con’s bed, his arm glowing, and Eidolon fired up his gift as well. “What the fuck did you do, Luc?”
“You can’t help him,” Luc said. “I broke his neck after I shoved the blade through his rib cage. I thought you knew.”
Eidolon shook with demonic fury as he rounded on the paramedic, and he knew his eyes had gone red. “Why did he do this, and damn you, why’d you help him?”
“He said something about breaking a bond with Sin and keeping her safe. I owed him—I owe all of you—for saving my life. For saving Kar and the baby. So he asked me to do this, and I did.” Luc’s voice caught, just a slight tremor most wouldn’t notice. “He made me swear to take his body to his clan within the hour.”
“Oh my God.” Every head snapped around to Sin, who stood in the doorway, hand over her mouth and horror in her eyes. “He’s not… He can’t be…”
Lore caught her in his arms as she broke into a high, keening wail of grief that sliced into Eidolon’s heart like a scalpel blade. His connection with his purebred brothers had always been strong, but
he’d never had the same physical link with Lore or Sin. But for the first time, he felt Sin. Felt her pain.
And when he glanced at his brothers, he saw that they felt it, too.
* * *
“Con!” Sin screamed his name over and over. Her throat hurt and her eyes felt like they were going to pop out of her head from the pressure of her shrieks, but all that mattered was getting to him. She jerked out of Lore’s arms and ran to Con’s side, her foot slipping in blood that had pooled on the floor. “No, Con, no!”
Dazed, terrified, and desperate, she grabbed Lore’s hand. “Bring him back!” She mashed Lore’s hand onto Con’s thigh. It was still warm. There was a chance. There was! “Do it.”
“I can’t, Sin.” Lore gently peeled her fingers off his. “The blade… It’s your Gargantua-bone dagger.”
Impossible. Her hand went automatically to the empty sheath at her thigh. Oh, God. That son of a bitch had lifted it off her somehow.
Luc cleared his throat. “He made me use it. Said that way Lore couldn’t bring him back. Something about the dagger having magical properties that would thwart Lore’s gift.”
Sin barely heard Luc’s explanation, barely heard anything but the silent screams in her ears. “You bastard!”
She launched herself at Luc, but Shade caught her before she reached him. Still, the intent to harm Luc was there, and the Haven spell kicked in, making the writing on the walls pulse as pain ripped into her skull like claws shredding her brain. Agony blacked out her vision, and she hit the floor with a crack of kneecaps and a cry. Shade’s arms tightened around her. And then, through the pounding in her head, she sensed the others, Eidolon, Wraith, and Lore, ease onto the floor around her. Someone took her hand. Someone else palmed her shoulder. And then someone else… Wraith, she realized, tucked her head against his chest as her world shattered into a million pieces.
Twenty-six
For a thousand years, Con dreaded the three nights of the full moon that turned him into a creature feared by humans and demons alike. It wasn’t that he’d hated being the creature, or even that he hated the agony that accompanied the transformation—it was that he’d despised the thirty seconds of vulnerability that came with each change.
Now, as he opened his eyes to stare at the dark sky and rising moon, he offered a silent hello, because night was now his new best friend, and daytime was his enemy unless the ritual was completed. Instinctively, he took a breath, even though he didn’t need to. He put his hand over his heart, even though he knew it wouldn’t beat.
A boot nudged his hip, and he shifted his head on the ceremonial pallet to look up at his childhood buddy, a wiry male whose hair was covered by a blue do-rag. “Hey.” Well, at least his voice still worked.
Aed grinned. “How’s it feel to be on your second life?”
Wincing at the stiffness in his muscles, Con sat up. “Feels like I wasted the first one.”
“Better make up for it with this one, ayech?” Aed’s accent was a blend of Scottish, Danish, and something else that made half of what he said sound like gibberish to Con, who, unlike his old friend, had spent enough time with humans in the modern world to cultivate an accent that didn’t sound like it came straight out of Beowulf.
“Yeah.” Con tested his new limbs, stretching as he sat on the wood and deer hide pallet, but he felt much the same as he had before he’d gone to the night. “Luc. The warg who brought me…”
“He was given safe passage. He’s away.”
Good. Man, that damned warg had not wanted to do as Con asked. Con had been forced to remind him that Luc owed him after the avalanche save, not to mention that Con had been there to help at the cabin, saving not only Luc but Kar and the baby, as well. Still, Luc hadn’t gone easily into it. His last words had been I hate you for this, you motherfucker.
Con winced at a sharp hunger pang in his stomach. “And you were given the honor of seeing to my birth.” A vampire birth. And one that was required to take place on dhampire ground. If Con hadn’t been brought back here before nightfall, his life would have ended for good. No second chances. Which was what had happened to his daughter centuries ago.
With a grunt of assent, Aed crouched, drew a blade across his wrist, and the effect on Con was instantaneous. His fangs punched down, his mouth watered, and a low, famished growl rose up in his chest.
The blood of a dhampire was required for this part of the ritual, was crucial in imparting an extra layer of protection, something that would separate him from regular vampires—an immunity to holy water and the ability to walk in the sun, which apparently hearkened back to the oldest vampire legends. Con would still be susceptible to the other usual vampire threats—fire, decapitation, wooden stakes, but… yeah, who wasn’t?
Con gripped his friend’s arm and brought his wrist to his mouth. It was good, but nothing tasted better than Sin.
Damn.
What was she thinking right now? He wished he’d been able to tell her about the dhampire’s second chance, but all he could do was try to tell Sin, in those last seconds of lucidity, that he would be back. That she was his, but this time, there would be no bonds of blood or magic or chain-link collars.
Now, no longer dhampire, Con would be banished forever from dhampire lands, sent into the night like his brothers before him, like his cousin Aisling, who he was supposed to have replaced on the Dhampire Council.
He no longer had to serve the dhampires, and he felt as if some huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He palmed his chest, where his heart no longer beat, and smiled. Son of a bitch, this was what he’d wanted all along. Why he’d been so reckless with his life. Oh, he’d wanted to have fun, do everything he could do, but fear had never been in play.
Because deep down, he knew that death was only temporary. If he died, he could come back, and then he’d be free of dhampire life forever.
Excellent.
He would now be governed by the Vampire Council, his story that he was turned by a vampire, sire unknown. Even the vampires didn’t know about the dhampire’s second chance.
“That’s enough, there, boy.” Aed gripped Con’s hair and tugged him off his wrist. He licked his own wound to seal it, and then helped Con up. “What now?”
“Now,” Con said grimly, “I go to kill a werewolf and claim my woman.”
* * *
Sin felt like hell and didn’t look a whole lot better.
She hadn’t wanted to leave the hospital, and God, how crazy was it that not long ago she’d done everything she could to avoid the place, and now all she wanted to do was stay?
Her family was there. And it was all she had left of Con. Funny how losing him had made her realize that, bond or no, she was linked to him. He’d owned her heart, and now that he was gone, it sat like a useless lump in her empty chest cavity, a stray organ with no reason to beat.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There was always revenge.
She didn’t know how long it would take, but she would make Raynor pay for her pain. The thought made her bare her teeth in some twisted, grim resemblance of a smile as she hoofed it along the inky streets on the outskirts of Pittsburgh. His summons had come in the form of radiating pain from the collar while she’d been in Eidolon’s office, where she’d spent the night. She’d never been alone; her brothers had made sure that one of them had always been with her.
It was Eidolon who had been there when the summons came, and he’d been furious, but as he’d walked her to the Harrowgate, his hands behind his back and his face pinched in concentration, she’d seen a spark of wickedness in his eyes that would have chilled her to the bone if she’d thought his mind was working against her.
“Let us know your location,” he’d said. “Take your time getting there, and get Raynor to lay out his genocidal plans.”
“I don’t understand…”
“Just do it.” He’d shoved her into the Harrowgate, leaving her cursing and nearly in tears—again. Not because of Eidolon, but because
everything seemed to remind her of Con. The Harrowgate, because she’d been in it with him. The hospital, because he’d worked there. Scrubs, because those were what he’d died in.
Oh, God.
Desperate to not lose him, she’d asked him to complete the bond with her. Instead, he’d killed himself, and she didn’t need to be a brain surgeon to know why. He hadn’t wanted to take her freedom away. She’d been so damned insistent that no one would ever own her again, would never be the sole provider of the one thing she needed to survive, and he’d taken it to heart. He’d made the ultimate sacrifice in order to honor what she’d said.
And she’d never gotten the chance to tell him that the reason she’d wanted the bond wasn’t because there was no other choice. It was because she loved him.
She. Loved. Him.
It was something she’d never thought could happen, and she’d realized it too late. If she could go back in time, to his apartment, she’d change everything. She’d be his, he’d be hers, and he wouldn’t be dead. It was possible, even, that a stronger bond with Con would have prevented Raynor from having any hold on her.
She was such a fool!
Fueled by hatred and regret, she stopped in front of the chain-link gate of the junkyard her collar had led her to. Raynor was inside, no doubt about it. After looking around to make sure no one was watching, she dug the new cell phone Shade had given her out of her backpack and dialed Eidolon. “I’m here. Some sort of auto yard outside Pittsburgh, near the Gerunti Harrowgate.” Sin had no idea why some of the gates were named after demons, but then, she didn’t care. Would be nice to find a Seminus gate, though.
“Good. Be careful.” Eidolon hung up before she could say anything else.
She pushed open the creaky gate and moved between the junked autos. Movement surrounded her, people watching from shadowed recesses and concealed perches. No doubt they were varcolac, patrolling for enemies like junkyard dogs.
She found Raynor near the trunk of a trashed Corvette. Smoke from a cigarette wafted up from his hand, and he smiled as he took a drag. Hatred rolled over her with such intensity that it stung her skin.
