by T. S. Ryder
He strode out to the flight deck. "Henry!"
A dark shadow leaped from a nearby tree and floated down towards him. Henry shifted as he landed. His expression was grim and he held up his hands in self-defense.
"She said the only way for you and the twins to be safe was if she left. I couldn't have stopped her even if I tried."
"What?"
Henry flinched and shook his head. "Hey, it was her choice. If she loves you that much, I—"
"They have her!"
Grayson resisted the urge to grab his friend and shake him. Helpless rage swept through him. Arabella had left of her own volition – had she been threatened to do so? Or was it because she thought she wasn't worthy enough for him, or because she was afraid the organization and Kennedy would continue to come after them?
"Who has her?"
"The organization that kidnapped her when she was sixteen and forced her into this life. They have her and they're going to kill her unless I make sure White’s legislation gets through."
"Gray—"
"They'll probably kill her anyway." He paced around the deck, eyes wild.
Henry grabbed Grayson's shoulders, stopping him. "What happened?"
Grayson told him about the phone call he had just received. He started pacing again, digging his hands into his hair. His thoughts continually danced everywhere. If he did as he was told, Arabella might be safe. Or they might kill her. He had no leverage. Nothing he could use against them. From everything she had told him about this organization, it wasn't like they were just going to let her go on with her life . . .
***
Grayson had come not one bit closer to a solution or a plan when the organization called him again that afternoon. It was the same feminine voice.
"Tell me about your progress," she demanded.
"I . . . ," Grayson hesitated.
"Do not tell me you have not made any progress. Do you really care for her so little that you'd flaunt our demands this way?"
"Well, no, but—" Grayson started.
"I don't think you quite understand how this works. You do as we want, Arabella lives. You don’t, she dies."
Something shifted inside of Grayson. "Oh, I think I know just fine how this works. I do as you say, you kill her anyway. But you don't care about politics, do you? It's your clients. All those mining corporations stand to lose a lot of money if White's legislation doesn't get through. Which one hired you to go after my children?"
The woman growled. "Don't play games. Arabella's life means nothing to us. Does it mean nothing to you?"
"How do I know she's still alive?"
There was a brief pause, and then Arabella's voice came over the line. "Grayson. I'm here."
Relief washed over him and he clutched his phone to his ear. "Arabella! Are you alright? Have they hurt you?"
"No, I'm fine. They'll go after the twins again if this doesn't work. You have to look after yourself and the children. Just forget about me. Forget you ever met me."
She let out a brief cry, and then the first voice was back. "Proof enough for you, Mr. Alexander? She is alive. But she will only stay that way if you do as we want. Understood?"
"If you harm her, I will burn you all," he hissed, fire leaping and writhing in his gut. "I will find you and—"
"You will only do that if you want to die. Cross us and you will die. Your children will die. Your friend will die," the woman interrupted. "We have said all we're going to say on the matter. Do as we say or—"
"I can pay you," he interrupted. "Whatever you've been paid to do this, I'll double it. I will give you everything I have if you call off this hunt on me and release Arabella. Everything. I won't be able to lobby the government without my money. You'll have satisfied your clients' wants and you'll have more money than you would have otherwise had."
The woman sighed. "Please, Mr. Alexander. You are becoming quite pathetic. Our organization does not work that way. Use your money to push White’s legislation through. Arabella betrayed the code and—"
"So you'll kill her no matter what I do?"
Silence.
Grayson took it as all the confirmation he needed. He drew in a deep breath and released it slowly. The only way through was to bluff. "Look. I was the one who was most opposed to White's legislation. There is no way that I can push his legislation. I have zero credibility because I'm on the other side. I don't have the political power for it, either. You're going to kill Arabella no matter what I do, so I will be damn sure to make sure that you fail in your mission unless I get her back safe."
Another prolonged silence. When the woman spoke again, her voice was once again calmer. "Very well. It seems we need to speak in person so that we can convince you through other means. Meet me at noon tomorrow and we'll discuss the terms of Arabella's release. Come alone or she dies in front of you."
***
Grayson held his children tightly, burying his face in their black hair. Olivia clung to him while Hudson was content being held loosely, playing with the blocks he had been given. Grayson couldn’t help but wonder if he was making the right choice or if it would be better if he just meekly did as he was told and hope that it would work out for the best.
Or if he should sacrifice Arabella for the sake of his children. Forget about her, just as she asked him to do, to keep them safe and alive. The thought made him sick to his stomach and hate himself.
"I love you," he said, kissing Olivia's head and then Hudson’s. "I love you both."
"Dada?" Hudson looked up at him with big, trusting eyes. "Bella-Bella?"
He kissed them again. "I'm going to get her back. Right now, Uncle Henry is going to stay with you, okay?"
Olivia kicked up a fuss, but let him hand her to Henry soon enough. Hudson was more silent in his protest, clinging to his father tightly. It broke Grayson's heart to have to pry his children off of him. Tears burned his eyes and he hated the doubt that continually swept through him. But if he didn't do this, what sort of future was he giving them?
"I don't think you should do this," Henry said, worry tingeing his voice. "She didn't want—"
"I'm not losing my mate again," Grayson interrupted. Determination replaced his doubt and he took a deep breath. He had lost Christine because he wasn't there when she needed him. He wasn't making that mistake again. "Never again."
Chapter Seventeen – Arabella
Her hands were numb and her knees ached from kneeling on the cement floor, but Arabella didn't care about that. She struggled against the cuffs holding her hands behind her back, bile rising in her throat.
Four senior members of the organization milled about her, weapons carefully out of sight but in easy reach. They'd been planning how to make Grayson push Senator (or better ex-Senator) White’s legislation for the last hour. They had discussed the different torture methods that they could use against both Grayson and herself to force Grayson to follow their plan. Arabella fought against her tears, trying to plan how to protect him. So far nothing had come to mind except sheer terror.
"If he's not here in twenty minutes, we'll just have to leave you here dead for him to find." The woman who had taken the mission, Leslie, sounded bored as her fingers tapped against her arms. "You'd better pray he comes, Arabella."
She prayed for the exact opposite.
Her hopes were dashed seconds later when Grayson's footsteps echoed through the giant warehouse. Her struggles intensified, a cry breaking from her throat. She regretted it as soon as the noise left her. Grayson's steps quickened. Arabella's mind whirled. The men she had with her drew their weapons. One of them winked at Arabella.
"Quiet, sweetheart," he said, tapping his finger on his weapon.
And her other choice? Watch the man she loved be tortured, and then go through 'reprogramming' again until she was a mindless drone or died from the trauma?
No.
"Get out of here," she shouted. "It's a trap!"
Grayson rounded the corner, revealing himself to the
group even as she spoke. Leslie smiled and the men around her raised their weapons. Arabella screamed, every inch of her straining against her bonds. She leaped to her feet and threw herself in front of Leslie as the small gun in the woman's hand went off.
A bullet seared through her belly. Arabella's scream cut off as white-hot pain shot through her, burrowing towards her spine. The breath left her lungs. Time seemed to slow down, though she knew that it was just shock. The faces of Leslie and her men blurred. Their expressions were meaningless, anyways. She turned, her eyes seeking out Grayson.
He shouted and ran forward. She wanted to tell him not to come, to turn around and leave, but for some reason, her throat wouldn't work. Several more shots rang out. The pain was so overwhelming already she didn't know if they hit her or not. Grayson spun. Blood burst from his shoulder.
"No," Arabella whispered.
A rush of wind filled the warehouse. Weakly, she looked up to see Grayson charging forward again. Flames billowed from his mouth and smoke shrouded his form. The guns kept firing. These were highly trained members. Every bullet struck where they wanted it to . . .
But the organization had never dealt with dragons before. The bullets bounced off his skin as scales spread over his chest. His teeth grew long and jagged.
His wings snapped out to either side of his body and he let out a roar that reminded Arabella of the fairy tales she had been told as a child – about deadly dragons taking down entire armies.
Grayson knocked the gunmen aside with a single sweep of his tail. They flew back, crumpling when they hit walls. Three scrambled back to their feet and aimed their weapons at Grayson, but the fourth stayed down. The dragon stood protectively over Arabella as she inched towards a fallen gun, desperate to help. A streak of blood followed her in a trail. Once she reached it, her cuffed hands reminded her she wouldn't be able to use it anyway.
The heat of Grayson's body over hers made her head swim. Or was that the loss of blood? She couldn’t tell . . . He let loose a breath of fire. Screams rose in the air.
"Retreat," Leslie shouted. "Retreat!"
Grayson lunged. He caught Leslie in his teeth and threw her across the room. Two of the men ran at him and Grayson met them with another lungful of fire. A charred body lay on the floor near the wall, and the last man dropped his weapons and held his hands in the air.
"Don't kill me! Please!"
Arabella wanted to shoot the coward in the face, but Grayson didn't kill him. He gathered her gently into his front claws, then grabbed the man with a back foot, and picked up Leslie's body with his mouth. Was she even still alive?
The world faded to black, came back in vivid technicolor, then swirled in sepia tones as Grayson lifted into the air. Agony shot through her. Everything blacked out again, and when her vision came back, she was lying flat on her back, a mess of unfamiliar faces and gray walls surrounding her.
"Grayson!" she cried, struggling weakly. To her surprise, her hands flew out, free.
Her love caught one of them and pushed in beside her. "I'm here. I'm here, love. Don't worry. We're in the hospital. You need to get to surgery right away, darling, but you're going to be fine."
"Don't leave me," she blurted out. One of the people, a nurse maybe, came at her with a needle and she swatted the hand away. "Grayson—"
"I'm here. I'm not leaving." His lips pressed to her forehead. "I'm here."
She clung to him. Tears rolled down her face as the pain rolled over her, leaving her gasping for breath. The darkness threatened to overcome her again, but she fought it back with a growl. There was something she needed to tell him . . . something important . . . but she couldn’t remember what it was.
"I'm sorry."
Grayson's warm eyes never left her. "For what?"
Good question . . . what was she sorry for?
"Running away," she blurted. "I left you and went after Kennedy."
He shook his head. "There is nothing to be sorry for. You were protecting us. And I love you for it."
Arabella's eyes drifted closed. She couldn't remember what she was supposed to say now . . . The voices around her echoed from a distance, confusing her. She heard something about blood loss and too much damage for surgery. Only Grayson's voice rang in clear.
"Then give her a transfusion of my blood, directly from the vein," he said. "Shifter blood helps to heal humans."
There was something about dilution, and then not enough time. Arabella didn't care. She clung to Grayson's hand. Her eyes remained closed, each breath becoming more and more difficult to pull in. Something stabbed into her arm, and she cried out. She opened her eyes just in time to see a tube running from her arm to Grayson's. A cold sensation filled her – the saline solution in the tube pushed into her body and then his dark blood flowed into her.
Fire raced through her body. It burned as it passed, filling her blood with flames. It pooled in her gut and shoulders, and she could feel it searing her flesh back together. Her back bowed, and she screamed. A jet of flame shot from her mouth, and then she collapsed. Everything went black.
***
The sound of the twins' voices was what brought her back. Arabella groaned, the feeling of fire still burning through her veins, though not as painful as it was before. She cracked one eye open experimentally, then the other. There was a dull pain in her stomach, but her mind was sharp and clear, not like she had been drugged. Blinking, she pushed herself upright, surprised by how strong she was.
"Arabella!"
She turned just in time for Grayson to envelop her. He crushed her to his chest, laughing and kissing her. Arabella melted into his embrace, her mind whirling as it tried to process everything. She was alive. So was he. The twins were safe. She flung her arms around him and kissed him deeply. Everything seemed to just melt away until they broke the kiss.
"What happened?" she gasped.
Grayson tucked her under his arm and slid onto the bed next to her. They were in a hospital, that much was clear, but she didn't feel like she needed to be.
"I had to give you blood directly from my body," he said. "It's a dangerous procedure. Usually, the blood has to be diluted. But in this case, it saved your life. You've been asleep under observation for a day, but you're completely healed. Henry just brought the twins by to see you."
Arabella touched his face, then gasped. "No, they can't be here. You can't be here. The organization will still be after me and if they find you here—"
"The organization is no more." Grayson kissed her gently. "Those two people that I brought back from the warehouse spilled their guts. They've told everybody about the organization. It was still small, overextending its reach. The government already took them down. Dozens of people have been freed."
Her mind swirled. How was that possible? "Are—are you sure?"
Grayson nodded.
Arabella stared at him in shock. It didn't seem possible . . . the organization she had feared for so long was gone? The people who had turned her into a killer, kept her a prisoner and slave to her own life? Were they really gone? She wet her lips but wasn't sure what to say or think.
"Kennedy's dead," she blurted. "They killed her."
"I know. Her body was found this morning." Grayson brushed her hair from her face. "They won't hurt anybody ever again. They won't hurt you. I promise."
Tears of gratitude leaked from Arabella's eyes. She hugged Grayson tightly to her, hardly daring to believe it. The organization was gone. She was free. She was free.
Chapter Eighteen – Grayson
"I wanna give Bella-Bella my picker first," Olivia said, bouncing up and down.
After two days, Arabella was finally being released from the hospital and coming home. Grayson held his twins' hands while they waited for Henry to bring her up on the elevator. They'd been busy all morning, decorating the house and drawing pictures for her.
"Remember, Arabella might not be feeling good yet, so we have to be quiet and gentle, okay?" Grayson said to the twins. They
looked up at him with innocent eyes and nodded.
Moments later, the elevator doors slid open. Arabella and Henry stepped out. Even though Grayson had been angry at his friend for letting her leave that night, he understood why Henry had done what he had done. In the end, the two friends had talked it out, and the conflict between them was resolved.
"Bella-Bella!" Olivia bounced over to her and threw her arms around Arabella's knees. "I's missed you!"
"I missed you, too." Arabella knelt and pulled the twins into her arms. She kissed them both and didn't release them until they squirmed out of her grasp to give her the pictures they'd drawn. "Oh, these are very beautiful."
"We's drawed them for yous, Bella-Bella," Olivia said.
"They're beautiful."
"Bella-Bella," Hudson said, tugging on her sleeve.
"Arabella," she corrected. "Say it with me. Ara-bella."
"Airy-belly," Hudson said. "I'm glad you're not sick no more."
Arabella's jaw dropped. Grayson jumped a little, startled. Hudson rarely spoke in anything but grunts. This was the first time they had heard him say a full sentence. With a laugh, Arabella hugged him again. The little boy cuddled against her chest, resting his head on her shoulder.
"I am, too, sweetheart."
"Who's hungry?" Grayson asked. "We have soup and hot dogs."
"Hot dog!" Olivia shouted. "Hud and me get hot dog!"
"No," Hudson said. "I want soup."
Grayson smiled, and while Arabella got the children sitting at the table and Henry got out plates and silverware, he made sure the food was, in fact, ready. He hummed while he worked, feeling lighter than he had since before the twins were born.
Senator White was on trial for corporate fraud and every company he was connected to was under investigation. It looked like what happened to Christine would never happen to anybody else again.
