Blood Red Kiss

by Kresley Cole

  Dallas had always loved that shirt. Man crush! Today, he hated it. On Lilica, the hem reached mid-thigh, revealing mile-long legs he would give anything to have wrapped around his waist . . . or his head.

  Anything? His hands fisted.

  She drained a can of soda. “This stuff is amazing!”

  She was amazing.

  She gasped. Glaring at him, she crunched the can and tossed it at him. “Don’t you dare compliment me!”

  The metal pinged against his chest and fell to the floor. “I’ll compliment you if I want, and you can’t stop me.”

  “Well. I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again. You, Agent Gutierrez, are a bastard.”

  “In every sense of the word.” His beloved mother had never married his father because she’d never known which of her johns had shared his baby batter. “But you only think so because you find me harder to resist when I’m charming.”

  As she floundered for a response, Dallas swiped the chips from her grip and stuffed the bag in the trash. “You need to start eating nutritious foods. I’m watching my girlish figure, and I don’t want your fat grams clogging my arteries through the bond.”

  “Are crab cakes nutritious?” she asked with narrowed eyes.

  Still pissed about that, was she? “Maybe,” he said, “but you’re only getting vegetables until you start cooperating with me.”

  “You’re the one who bought all this junk food, and I’m willing to bet you don’t own a single vegetable.” Leaning over the counter, giving him a peek at her panties—making him groan—she swiped up a prepackaged brownie, ripped into it, and stuffed the entire thing in her mouth.

  As she chewed, crumbs falling out, he fought a laugh.

  When finally she swallowed, she growled, “Enjoy your saddlebags, bitch!”

  This time, he barked like a freaking robodog.

  Robodog . . .

  The word sparked one of Lilica’s memories. The doctors at IOT had run different experiments on her, but the time they’d given her a robodog was the worst. For weeks, she’d played with, loved on, and laughed with the adorable hunk of metal. Then, when she’d formed an attachment to the faux animal, it was taken away from her—and smashed in front of her.

  She’d been ripped apart inside, but not by word or deed had she betrayed her sorrow. She’d refused to give the doctors the satisfaction.

  Suddenly Dallas felt ripped apart inside. He wanted to soothe the brave, strong girl she’d been, but needed to comfort the prickly, determined woman she’d become. When she’d permitted a bond to grow with him, she’d had to override every protective instinct she’d ever honed.

  Why? Why had she done it?

  And why did he want to bang his chest? Why were his shoulders rolling back with pride?

  She picked me!

  Now she feared losing the ones she loved . . . the very reason she was so determined to save Trinity, despite the hopelessness of the situation.

  Night sky eyes beseeched him. —Help me save her, Dallas.—

  He shook his head to dislodge her voice. He had to get out of here. “I’m going to work.”

  “Yeah, yeah. You’ve got one of Trinity’s victims to interrogate.”

  “An innocent man your sister sentenced to death.”

  She bristled. “How do you know he’s innocent? Perhaps she chose a criminal.”

  “His record—”

  “Means nothing, even if it’s clean. People aren’t always what they seem, and you know it.”

  Gaze dead serious, he said, “Yes, but people can change. The sweet kid you knew has grown into a violent adult.”

  She flipped him off.

  He blew her a kiss. Why had he ever tried to convince himself that sweet women with sweet smiles were right for him? Fact was, those sweet women with sweet smiles had never fully satisfied him. He’d never wanted one for more than a single night, because none had ever meant anything to him. But this woman with her carnal smile and quick wit utterly fascinated him.

  He couldn’t get enough of her.

  A blush stained her cheeks, and he reached out, desperate to know just how hot her skin burned, but he dropped his arm to his side just before contact, his hand fisting.

  She gulped, and rasped out, “You had better be careful while you’re out there. Not because I care about you, of course, but because I care about myself.”

  Not even close to the truth. He felt her concern for him, and it eased some of the tension he’d battled all night. “I’d like you to stay here and—”

  “No way! I spoke with Jade a few minutes ago. We’re meeting at ten.”

  He crossed his arms over his chest. “When did you speak with Jade? How did you speak with Jade?” Wait. He already knew the answer. The conversation he’d heard/not heard in the shower.

  “We’ve always had the ability to communicate telepathically,” she said. “Except the day you drugged me. After your best friend tortured me. If we were in a movie, you and Devyn would be cast as villains. You know that, right?”

  The day he’d drugged her . . . only two days ago, he realized. Kind of felt like years. “Our introduction is what’s called a meet cute. And I would be cast as the antihero. There’s a difference.”

  “I, of course, would be the star everyone roots for.” Pure elegance and grace, she stood.

  He reached out a second time, moving without thought, wrapping his fingers around her wrists. The silk of her skin derailed whatever good intentions he’d had. He yanked her against him, hard, and she gasped.

  He lowered his head for a kiss—must taste—but caught himself just in time. He jumped back, severing contact as if she were toxic waste. In a way, she was.

  I will not be a slave to my desires.

  Her irritation slithered around him, nearly choking him as he said, “Don’t kill anyone today.”

  “I won’t. Dad.”

  “If you do, you’ll be labeled predatory. I’ll have to lock you away. Forever. I’ll even throw away the key for good measure.”

  “Like that would be a hardship for you.”

  It would. It so would, and that was part of the reason he needed to escape her for a few hours.

  He stalked to the bag of goodies Devyn had brought with him yesterday. A cell phone, a packet of sedatives disguised as peanut butter candies, and—Dallas refused to let himself think about the third and final item, lest he alert Lilica to his nefarious intentions.

  “My number is already programmed into the phone. Call me every hour, on the hour.” He tossed the device in her direction, his aim perfect, but she watched it sail over her shoulder without even trying to catch it. He gnashed his teeth, picked it up, and slapped it into her palm. “I mean it. If you fail to call me, I’ll come gunning for you.”

  “Tsk, tsk. Threatening your wife?”

  “You are my temporary inconvenience.”

  “Tears. Sadness.” She ran a fingertip down her cheek. “I have a sinking suspicion you are going to be a permanent ass pain.”

  Can’t smile.

  Stop stalling. He struck, shoving a syringe into her bicep and emptying the contents.

  She didn’t flinch or hiss, as he’d expected and dreaded; she simply frowned up at him. His stomach knotted as the reason for her lack of reaction crystallized. She’d been poked and prodded since birth, needles a part of her daily life.

  The urge to hug her returned, stronger than before.

  “Power negator?” she asked, calm. Too calm.

  “No. An isotope tracker.” Now, even when they were apart, he would be able to monitor her every move with a few clicks of a computer keyboard. He wouldn’t have to rely on the bond.

  “Congrats. You’ve mastered hiding your actions from me. Now it’s my turn.” With no more warning than that, she slammed her knee between his legs.

  He hunched over, gasping for breath, stars winking through his vision.

  She smiled at him. “Sorry there’s not a tracker to help you find your balls.”
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  Dallas hobbled into the AIR warehouse located in No Man’s Land. Once he’d been sprayed with decontamination mist, he removed the full-body protective suit that had shielded him from the acidic air.

  Mia, who’d beaten him there, snickered at him. “Your problems with your little bit o’ honey are fun. For me!”

  Apparently, after Lilica had unmanned and taunted him, he’d shouted in pain—pain she’d then experienced for herself, her bellows blending with his—his cell phone had activated on its own. A safety setting. He’d only managed to grunt an explanation to Mia, but she’d gotten the gist and had called him a dozen times during the half-hour drive out here, just to laugh at him.

  He was mad as hell, but only at himself. He’d treated Lilica just like the doctors at IOT had treated her. As if she were property. As if she were evil and couldn’t be trusted. As if her feelings and free will meant nothing to him.

  He should have asked her to check in with him rather than forced her. She was many things—sexy, frustrating, easily provoked—but she wasn’t a liar.

  “Let’s just get this over with,” he muttered.

  “My sweet Dallas.” Mia patted his shoulder. “Does your vagina need to be iced?”

  He glared at her. “Kyrin should seriously consider taking up BDSM.”

  “Why? He hates when I tie him up and whip him.”

  Now Dallas rolled his eyes. Women!

  He followed Mia through the warehouse completely emptied of agents. Cameras monitored Trinity’s newest victim: a Teran male in his early thirties with multicolored hair, the strands varying from the palest flax to the darkest ebony. His eyes had a slight uptilt at the corners; his teeth were sharp, especially his canines; and every move he made contained the feline grace inherent in his race.

  He was confined inside an invisible cage, lasers acting as walls. The Schön disease usually had a slow incubation and progression rate, but though this man had only slept with Trinity yesterday—to AIR’s knowledge—he already had several oozing sores.

  Mia stalked around the edge of the cage, all business. Dallas remained behind her, the SS clutched in his hands. Despite his unhurried gait, he suddenly couldn’t catch his breath. His heart hammered against his ribs, and sweat trickled down his neck.

  A sense of unease pervaded. Was Lilica running? Or being chased?

  “You’re going to tell me everything that happened to you yesterday,” Mia said. “From the time you woke up to the time we stormed into your home.”

  The male stared at her with a disturbing mix of lust and desperation. “I bet you taste good.”

  “Every time you ignore my demands or veer off topic, I’m going to make sure you regret it.” She stopped in front of a control panel and pressed a series of buttons.

  Volts of electricity shot from the floor through the Teran’s entire body, causing his muscles to lock onto bone. With another press of the buttons, the electricity shut off.

  “I’m sorry.” The man’s shoulders rolled in and tears spilled from his eyes. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

  “I do. And believe it or not, I’m trying to help you. So talk to me. Tell me what I want to know.”

  His gaze found her again, and he licked his lips. Then he shook his head and frowned. “The woman I slept with . . . she told me to tell you I’m the first of many, and that I would be part of her army.”

  The word army echoed in Dallas’s head, a land mine set to explode. Left unchecked, Trinity could infect the world. And Lilica wanted her kept alive?

  A sharp pain lanced through his hand, drawing his gaze to his palm . . . a wound stretched across the center, blood welling and trickling.

  Lilica must have been cut, the bond ensuring he experienced the same injury. For a moment, fear nearly paralyzed him. How had she gotten hurt? Was she all right? Though he tried, he couldn’t get inside her head.

  “We have to go,” he told Mia. “Now.” He didn’t wait for a reply but raced for the door, switching on his cell phone and dialing Lilica’s.

  11

  Lilica spit on the motionless body at her feet. She stood in the middle of a dirty alley. Her hand throbbed as she swiped up the blade that had nearly sliced her heart in two. If not for her quick reflexes . . .

  I’d be dead.

  Those quick reflexes allowed her to raise her hand and block. The sharp metal had slicked in one side and come out the other.

  She hadn’t slain the man who’d attacked her, or even cut him in turn. No, she’d overruled her kill-at-all-costs instincts and amphed his alien life force only enough to make him pass out. She hadn’t known he was fully Schön.

  He should have had two life forces: the Schön as well as Teran. He had multicolored hair, uptilted eyes, and skin with faint tawny undertones, the hallmarks of the Teran race. But there’d been no Teran power inside him, as if it had been stolen from him. It probably had been stolen. By Trinity.

  Her phone rang, and she didn’t have to wonder who waited on the other end. With a sigh of resignation, she pressed a button to answer.

  “Lilica.” Dallas breathed her name, the relief in his voice disconcerting her. “Tell me you’re okay.”

  “I’m fine. I’ll be fine.” Would she? Despair began to beat at her. “No need to worry about your precious life.”

  He hissed. “I’m worried about yours.”

  He truly cared? The realization shocked the truth out of her. “A Schön attacked me soon after I left your apartment. I won. I think . . . I think Trinity sent him.” Hadn’t she bragged about controlling her people?

  “I’m sorry,” Dallas said, and he sounded sincere.

  Betrayal had left a wound far deeper than the one in Lilica’s hand. She wanted to save Trinity, but Trinity hoped to end her. And she’d almost succeeded!

  After Dallas had taken off, Lilica had sifted through the memories of him stored in the back of her mind, determined to locate a weapon he’d hidden so that, when she was out in the world, she could properly defend herself if the need arose. Instead, she’d seen two of his missions. Dallas being attacked by a gang of otherworlders. Dallas refusing to take a bribe to let a predatory otherworlder go free.

  Underneath his charm and unwillingness to make a commitment, he was loyal. Honorable. And his strength . . .

  He could carry her through any storm.

  No! If Lilica wasn’t strong enough to walk through a storm, she would crawl. At the end of the day, she could only ever rely on herself. She couldn’t even rely on Jade, not really. She loved her middle sister with every fiber of her being and she would fight to the death to protect her, but the two of them . . . they’d been raised in different ways. One with encouragement, one without. They didn’t always understand each other.

  Dallas’s memories had continued to play through Lilica’s mind and, in an effort to stop them, she’d made her way out of the apartment, into the morning light . . . trading one torment for another. People had whispered as she passed and children had pointed at her, but she’d walked down the busy sidewalk with her head high and, she’d thought, her instincts on high alert. Trinity’s assassin had attacked as soon as she’d reached a dark alley, nearly succeeding because she hadn’t even realized she was being followed.

  “I need to know everything,” Dallas said. “Every detail.”

  “The Schön is currently alive but unconscious. None of his blood was spilled.”

  “Does he have open sores?”

  “Um. Yes.” Could the disease spread through contact with one? She’d avoided touching the scabs but . . . “Am I going to sicken?”

  “No.” But still Dallas cursed. “Stay there. I’m sending a crew to pick him up, secure the area, and check you out. They’ll beat me there.”

  In other words, more people to poke and prod her. Wonderful.

  “Lilica—”

  “Good-bye, Dallas.” She hung up on him because—just because!

  A team of twelve AIR agents arrived soon after, all wearing full
bodysuits. As promised, they carted the Teran away, blocked off the alley, and checked her out while she sat in the back of a van.

  When the tech gave her a clean bill of health without ever breaking her skin or testing her blood, another suit-clad figure walked over. A familiar face smiled at her through the mask.

  “I’ll see to her wound care,” Bride McKells-Targon said.

  The tech nodded and strode away.

  “A bandage really isn’t necessary,” Lilica said. “I’m already healing.” A welcome surprise. Since her bond with Dallas, the ability to self-heal had slowed.

  “Humor me. It’s protocol,” Bride replied, already cleaning what remained of the injury.

  “I didn’t know you worked for AIR.”

  “I don’t, exactly. I work for a special task force Devyn oversees. A few months ago, I mentioned wanting to get a job. Since my skill set includes breaking and entering, dirty street fighting, and evading the law, there weren’t many legit positions for me, but the next thing I knew, Devyn had joined forces with a black-ops team that’s not so black-ops anymore, and my particular skill set was suddenly in high demand.”

  “Your husband doesn’t strike me as the type to sit back and cheer while you place yourself in the line of danger.” And . . . was that a pang of envy in her chest?

  “Oh, he’s not.” Bride’s smile only grew. “He complains regularly. He even commands me to quit—but you see, he would rather make me happy than anything else.” She stowed the medical supplies in the van. “Devyn ordered me to take you to AIR headquarters. It’s what Dallas wants. But . . .”

  Lilica arched a brow, mimicking Dallas at his most annoying. “But?”

  “I’d rather go with you to meet Jade.”

  So. She’d accepted the fact that they might be related by blood. “I’d like that,” Lilica said, and it was the truth. “Jade will too.”

  “Good.” Almost defiantly, Bride stripped out of her bodysuit. “First thing we’re doing is buying you clothes that actually fit.”

  “Um. Slight problem. I have no money.”

  “Well, I have the solution. Devyn owes you, and it will be his pleasure to purchase you anything and everything your heart desires.”