Dark Solace
Promise Me #9
by Tara Fox Hall
Published by
Melange Books, LLC
White Bear Lake, MN 55110
www.melange-books.com
Dark Solace, Copyright 2014 Tara Fox Hall
ISBN: 978-1-61235-887-1
Names, characters, and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.
Published in the United States of America.
Cover Design by Caroline Andrus
DARK SOLACE
by Tara Fox Hall
With Theo facing deadly odds in a fight to the death, Sar makes a pact with Lash, agreeing to give Devlin another chance in return for Theo’s life. Reforging her relationship with her handsome vampiric lover mends old wounds, even as Theo moves to regain Sar just for himself. But Devlin’s old enemy Ulysses appears, taking Sar prisoner and burning Devlin badly in a surprise attack. Rescued at the eleventh hour by Lash, Sar nurses Dev back to health, Theo bristling at a distance. Yet Lash’s own day of reckoning is here as his long life ebbs to a finale, leaving Sar to face the decision of offering him salvation, knowing that the price is her own humanity.
Table of Contents
"Dark Solace"
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
About the Author
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Chapter One
On August thirty-first, the kettle that had been simmering for so long finally exploded.
I was spending the day with my werecougar son Devon at Danial’s home, feeding and playing with him while Devon’s father Theo and his faerie-demon colleague Terian were out on a job. Devon had already doubled in size since his birth, and his eyes had opened the day before. His ears were just beginning to stand up on their own. He was still drinking milk, though he also liked processed chicken.
It was so nice to sit here with him, and simply hold him. To feed him myself, to touch his tan spotted fur, to know he was mine. My body hadn’t changed, so the milk I was feeding him had come from a cow and was dispensed via bottle. Both Theo and I had come to the conclusion the reason for my lack of breast milk was because I wasn’t werecougar. I was less sure of that, though, wondering if all my exposure to the vampire virus in the past few years—particularly now having birthed two dhamphirs—might have made me unable to provide milk of my own. But really, here and now, it didn’t matter if either was the truth. My child in my arms was the last baby I was ever going to have. I didn’t want to miss a moment of it.
Holding Devon and sharing this happy moment with him brought more than its fair share of guilt, though. Devon’s fraternal twin, my daughter Venus, was miles away at Hayden with her father, Devlin. I had barely seen her since her birth.
I assuaged my guilt with the knowledge that I had been told by my doctor that until my half vampire daughter came to see me as something other than food—a real enough danger with a dhamphir child—I was not to hold her or get within striking distance. Also, having seen the change in Devlin since he’d welcomed his child into the world, I had to give credit to Danial. He’d been right; Dev was going to take good care of her. I’d been wrong to think he wouldn’t. I’d been wrong to think he wouldn’t make a good father. Maybe I’d been wrong about him, too...
Stop right there, Sar. In that way lies madness, and a lot of pain. Leave it alone and remind yourself to ask Danial for a little sip of blood when he wakes up. Your longing for Dev is just an effect of the vampire virus in your system ebbing below needed levels.
Having a resistance to the vampire virus I’d been so much exposed to was a boon, as it meant I would have a much longer lifetime than a normal human, so long as I had regular infusions of vampire blood to keep me in a kind of “half-turned” state. A side effect of that was being in thrall to the donating vampire, if he gave me too much blood. That exact thing had happened last winter, when Devlin had saved my life with more than a little donating on his part. I’d fallen in love and lust, which had led to giving him an Oath, which I’d later regretted. He’d broken it, of course, just like he’d broken my heart.
Leave it alone. Focus on the positive; you’re able to get blood from Danial now with no adverse effects.
Putting Dev out of my mind, I focused again on Devon, taking the bottle away from his grasping paws. “You can’t eat anymore, piglet,” I said affectionately, when he growled at me, extending his sharp claws to try to get the bottle one last time. “Your stomach is already round and hard. I don’t want you to get sick. Go to sleep.”
Devon yawned, then went to sleep, purring softly. I began to drift off, then was bluntly awakened by the front door slamming. Devon awoke immediately, and began crying. I comforted him, but stayed where I was, my arms wrapped protectively over him. If this was something bad, like an attack, I had to protect him. That meant staying where I was and keeping him quiet.
“Sar?” Theo called weakly. “Sar—”
I got up as quickly as I could, and went to the door carrying Devon. Theo was sitting on the stone bench in the mud room, swaying and holding onto the wall for support. He was hurt, covered in bruises and blood. It looked like it was all his own.
“Oh God, Theo!” I cried, going to his side. “Danial!”
Devon was screaming by this time, his claws digging into me. I held him close, trying to comfort him, not knowing what to do for Theo. He didn’t seem to be healing up his injuries at all. What if he was mortally wounded?
Danial arrived, took one look at Theo and then put his arm around him. “Come on.” He helped Theo into his bathroom, me following with Devon. I closed the door, then put the yowling baby werecougar down on the floor. Together Danial and I helped Theo strip off his clothes.
Danial removed his now-bloody bathrobe and handed it to me. “Sar, I’ll help him wash off the blood and dirt. You get some alcohol and bandages ready, and a needle and thread. Cover the bed with an extra sheet and towels, and wait there. Some of these wounds are deep.”
I did as Danial asked. Devon had calmed down some, so I laid him down gently on Danial’s bed, and got moving. By the time Danial and Theo got out of the shower, I was ready.
Danial brought him out and laid him on the bed, beside Devon. I had put huge bath sheets down and they absorbed the water and some of the blood that was still leaking out of him.“Why isn’t he healing?” I asked worriedly.
“Probably poison-laced blades,” Danial muttered. “Do you have the needle and thread?”
I had them ready, in my hands. “Right here.”
“Sterilize them with the alcohol,” Danial instructed. “Then sew up the wounds that are still bleeding. I’ll hold him down if he wakes.”
I did as he asked. I had never sewn flesh before. It was a lot like sewing leather— in a word, difficult. I had brought my newest sharpest needles. By the time I was done, they were all dull, and most of them were bent to hell. I tried to make neat stitches, doing the best I could, but the process took a long time. Theo woke up halfway through, but didn’t struggle.
When I
was done, I helped Danial bandage up all the wounds. Theo reached out with a grimace and held his son to him with one hand, grabbing hold of my hand with the other. “You were right to have us stay here,” Theo said, tears in his eyes. “You were right, Danial.”
“Never mind that,” Danial said quickly. “What happened?”
“Terian and I were attacked. Just on the street, walking back to our car from the meeting. It was broad daylight. They got him in the heart at least four times.”
“Is he—?” I cried.
“No, he’s fine,” Theo reassured. “They just wanted him out of the fighting, so they could focus on me. They were there for me.” He paused, grimacing again. “When he collapsed, they overwhelmed me with numbers. There had to be at least fifteen of them.”
“Who was it?” Danial said, his eyes red.
“Karl,” Theo said. “And these weren’t just weres. They were the Harvesters, Danial.”
Danial looked apprehensive, while I was stymied. “Who are the Harvesters? It sounds like a bad rock group.”
“They’re a band of werehyenas and werejackals. A weretiger by the name of Satar leads them,” Theo answered heavily. “I killed five of them before they brought me down.”
“How did you get away?” I asked, nervously clutching his hand, as if he might disappear.
“Terian healed enough to teleport,” Theo answered. “He got me here, and then went back there, to kill as many as he could—”
“I wasn’t much help,” Terian said, coming in the door. He was battered and bloody, his shirt with ragged gunshot holes all down the front. New unbroken skin showed through the many holes. “When I went back, they were gone.”
“They’ll try again,” Danial said darkly. “They never give up, Theo. Not until the job is done. No matter how many people they lose.”
“There’s worse news,” Terian said slowly. “Theo got a message on his cell right as we walked out. Robert has finally challenged him.”
SHIT, could things get any worse? The day had been going so well. “When?”
“A week from now,” Theo said, looking at Danial, and then at me. “One on one. I agreed to meet him. I can’t back out now.”
“You can’t go through with it,” I protested. “You’re hurt.”
“Robert knew you’d get attacked,” Terian added. “He and Karl might be working together—”
“He’s right,” Danial interjected. “Terian will go with you to the fight to watch your back—”
“No,” Theo said with a grunt, sitting up. “You can’t interfere, none of you. I want to beat him fairly, so I can kill him and be done with this. If I have help doing it, someone else might think I needed the help, and decide I’m weak. I want this to be the last challenge for a long time.”
How many other challenges had there been over the years? Ten? Fifty? A hundred? Theo had never mentioned any, but by his weary words, there had been many. Why hadn’t he told me?
“It’s your decision,” Danial said seriously to Theo. “But you’d better rest up this week. You need to be in the best shape you can be. Robert is five years younger than you.”
Theo nodded, then his eyes cut to me. “Sar, I want us to go home just for this week. Robert has assured me that there will be no attacks on me in that time. He wants to beat me too badly to lose his victory to someone else.”
Danial opened his mouth to say something, then he closed it instead and just nodded.
I didn’t trust myself to say anything, knowing the reason for Theo’s sudden request. So I just nodded, too.
* * * *
That night I packed up clothes and enough food for a week, and Theo and I drove back to my house. At Danial’s request, I had called Warren, and told him to come back to Danial’s for the week. Though Warren was clearly curious as to why he was being recalled for guard duty when he had been given the next few days off, he just agreed.
Theo held my hand the whole way home, his eyes often glancing at Devon in the back seat, sleeping in his pet carrier.
I hadn’t brought the dogs or the cats; I’d been too upset. I thought with sarcasm that we were lucky that I had remembered the house keys.
When we got there about eleven, we went straight to bed. Theo and I slept together, with Devon in the middle of us. There was only one thought in my mind that night, a thought I couldn’t give voice to it: Theo thought there was a better than even chance Robert would kill him. He wanted this last week with me and Devon, to pack as much joy into his life as he could in case it ended.
* * * *
The week passed slowly. Theo and I spent much of that time just playing with Devon on the front lawn, watching him joyfully roll in the grass and chase insects. The weather was good now, every day sunny and warm. Not an hour went by that Theo didn’t hug me, tell me he loved me, or kiss me. I was still recovering from my surgery, even with my accelerated healing, so we didn’t do anything more. But it was enough for both of us that we were together with our baby.
I did make it a point to take long walks everyday with Theo—Devon strapped into a backpack—and to cut down on my food intake. I hadn’t gained a lot of weight in my pregnancy this time, but feeling my muscles tone up put me in a positive mood. By the second to last day, I was able again to fit into my loosest pair of jeans. I was very glad to do that, even if I had to lie down on the bed and suck in my breath to get them to zip. But when I went in my pride and delight to show Theo my accomplishment, I stopped just inside the screen door, horrified at the words I was overhearing.
“You’re going to be big and strong,” Theo said to Devon proudly. “I hope you have a good life, Dev. I hope you can understand I love you, and that I didn’t want to leave you. If I do this, you and your mom will be safe, no matter if I lose or win. But the truth is I’m hurt, and I’m probably not going to be fast enough—”
I retreated back inside, thinking frantically on what to do. I had to do something. I couldn’t let him do this. Theo had a son. Devon needed his father. He was not growing up the way I had, with only a picture and some faint memories.
Danial wouldn’t help. Neither would Terian; they were both too moral to try to sabotage Robert’s challenge fight with Theo. Devlin wouldn’t interfere, either; he still hated Theo. Hell, he was probably rooting for Robert to win. Titus wouldn’t help, in spite of the fact he kept referring to me as his kin-daughter. That demon was far too moral, in spite of his darker tendencies. Besides, Dev would have to give permission, something that would not be forthcoming. But there was one man who might help, if I could but find a way to bribe him: Lash.
I tried to teleport to Hayden over and over, willing my ability to have returned. But all my efforts did nothing but give me a headache. Finally I gave up, tears of frustration in my eyes. I’d have to drive. There was no other way. But first, I needed a cover, so Theo wouldn’t suspect what I was up to and stop me.
I called Hayden immediately. When one of Devlin’s werebear guards answered, I asked for Serena. She came on, a little sleepily. “Hello?”
“Serena,” I said quickly. “It’s Sar. I’m coming to see you now.”
“What?” Serena stated, surprised. “Why—?”
“Just be ready,” I instructed, and hung up.
I ran outside to see Theo, hoping that by now he’d stopped telling our son about his impending death. “Theo!” I said, not bothering to cover my upset. “Something’s happened.”
“What is it?” he asked anxiously.
You can do this, Sar. Now fucking do it. “Serena called. She asked me to come and see her. I think something’s happened with one of the guys. I know she doesn’t have any other friends—”
“Go and see her,” Theo said easily. “I’ll wait on dinner for you.”
“It will mostly be the travel time,” I said, not hiding my annoyance. God, give me back my teleportation powers ANYTIME now, please...“Three hours, maybe?”
“I’ll just wait until you get back,” Theo said permissively. “D
on’t worry how long it is. I know you haven’t seen Venus this week.” He snorted. “I’m not anxious to talk to Dev or Lash.”
Good. “I’ll see you later then.” Giving him a quick kiss, I got in my truck, and drove to Hayden as fast as I could.
I got lost halfway, as it had been so long since I had driven there. I was also worried that Robert, or the Harvesters might try to hurt me enroute. But I had to risk it. I had a snake to wake.
When I finally got to Hayden, one of the bears let me through the gate. I parked by the side of the garage, not wanting to block anyone’s door in case they needed to use their vehicle. My remote garage door opener still worked, to my relief. I walked in that way, then downstairs, trying to be both unseen and quiet. Titus was not in his lab, and neither was Lash. Shit!
I walked to the kitchen next, and breathed a sigh of relief. Serena was there. I hurried to her side. “Where is Lash?” I whispered.
“Why are you here—?” she asked curiously in her normal voice.
“Shh!” I grabbed her, and dragged her outside through the garage door, still in her robe. She came with me, watching me like she thought I’d lost it. Finally, when we were far enough from the house, I asked her again where Lash was.
“Sar, why do you want to—?”
“Just tell me where he is!” I screamed.
“He’s probably near the edge of the woods,” she said slowly, watching me anxiously. “He spends most Saturday afternoons there, sunbathing on the large rock near the pond—”
“Thanks,” I said, already turning and running across the field, swearing at the long grass that threatened to trip me.
“Sar!” she called after me, but I was already down the hill, heading fast towards the pond. But my desire was impeded by my need for air. By the time I got to the edge of the mowed part of the enormous front lawn, I’d slowed to a fast walk. My head was in constant motion, my gaze looking in all directions for Lash as I walked, yet I didn’t see him.
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