by Lara Adrian
“You failed to mention you intended to come home when we spoke a couple days ago.” When Kade offered no excuse, his father exhaled sharply. “Then again, that’s hardly surprising. You didn’t bother to say much before you left us a year ago, either. Just walked away with no thought to responsibility or to your family.”
“It was time for me to go,” Kade replied after a long moment. “There were things I needed to do.”
His father’s scoff sounded brittle with animosity. “I hope it was worth it. You broke your mother’s heart, you realize that, don’t you? Until you called out of the blue the other day, she was certain you’d gone off and gotten yourself killed by joining up with those warrior vigilantes back in Boston. And although Seth would be the last person to speak poorly of you, I can tell you that your leaving broke his heart, too. Your brother has changed since you’ve been away.”
And of course, the blame for that and everything else sat squarely on Kade’s shoulders. He shook his head, knowing that it was no use trying to defend himself or the Order. Lucan and the other warriors didn’t need his father’s support or approval. For that matter, neither did he.
He’d survived without that for a long damned time already, and he had since given up needing to prove himself to the man.
“So, Seth is still away on business for you?”
His father met the question with a narrow look. “He’s due back soon. I presume he will also feed while he’s gone, which is likely the reason for his delay.”
“What about Patrice?”
“They are not yet mated,” came his father’s clipped reply.
Kade grunted in acknowledgment, and wished he could feel more surprise to hear this news. For half a dozen years, it had been accepted that Seth and Patrice, one of the Breedmates who lived in the family Darkhaven since she was a child, would eventually become a blood-bonded pair. At that time, Patrice had chosen him above all the other males in the region, and to his parents’ delight, Seth had agreed to make the female his mate. Problem was, he seemed to find one good excuse after another to put her off.
Without a Breedmate to fulfill a vampire’s need for blood, he was forced to feed off the mortal population for sustenance instead. Most Breed males welcomed the unbreakable, eternal bond that would release them from the slavery of their bloodthirst and provide a steady, loving source of strength and passion for the whole of a male’s life.
But there were some who preferred to remain unattached, hunting where they willed, relishing the constant chase and conquest of new human prey.
Kade himself was in no rush to lock himself down with a Breedmate of his own, another point of contention with his father and mother, who had been blood-bonded and happily mated for more than a century. Instead they’d pinned their hopes on Seth. He’d been the studious one, the cerebral one, who it was assumed would one day take the reins as the leader of the family Darkhaven or form his own.
Kade had always been the raucous opposite of his brother. It was that reckless streak that had likely condemned him in his father’s eyes, while Seth’s careful outward control had given him seemingly limitless freedoms.
“Well,” his father said after a prolonged silence. “Since you’ve come to your senses and returned home now, I trust this means you’re ready to try to be part of the family once more. As it seems you’ve come back with barely more than the clothes on your back, I’ll make arrangements to transfer some funds into your old account.”
“I didn’t come here for a handout,” Kade bit off, his anger spiking at the assumption. “And as for staying, it’s not in my plan—”
“Where is my son?” Kade’s words were cut short by a petite cyclone who threw open the doors of the study and breezed inside. “It really is you! Oh, Kade!”
She pulled Kade into a fierce embrace, her body vibrating with emotion. His mother was just as beautiful and vibrant as ever—more so, her glow enhanced by the large, expectant swell of her belly beneath the loose-fitting, winter-white sweater and pants she wore. Ebony-haired with pale silver eyes that matched both his and Seth’s, Kade’s mother, Victoria, was a breathtaking woman. Like her mate, she, too, appeared no more than thirty years old, her aging halted by the blood bond she shared with Kir.
“Oh, my darling boy. I’ve been so worried about you! Thank God you’ve come back—and will you look at me, just in time.” She smiled, positively beaming. “You’ll have two new brothers in less than a month. Identical twins again, just like you and Seth.”
Although she seemed delighted by the prospect, Kade felt a sick twist in his gut. The talent that he and Seth shared, the ability to communicate with and command predator animals, was a unique skill passed down to them genetically from their Breedmate mother, in the same way that Seth and he shared Victoria’s smooth golden skin, dark hair, and exotic eyes. But unlike her, in Kade and Seth, with their father’s Breed blood running hot through their veins, the talent had a dark side. He hated to think that the pattern might repeat itself in another set of brothers.
“You look well, Mother. I’m glad to see you so happy.”
“I’m even happier now that you’re here. You’ll see I’ve kept your quarters just as you left them. Not a day passed when I didn’t hope and pray that I would have both of my beloved sons safe and sound, living under our roof again as a family.”
She threw her arms around him once more, and Kade felt all the worse for what he had to say. “I … I don’t know how long I’ll be staying. I didn’t come back to live here, Mother. I’m here on business for the Order.”
She drew back, her expression falling. “You won’t stay?”
“Only until my mission is complete. Then I have to return to Boston. I’m sorry if you thought—”
“You can’t go,” she murmured, tears welling in her eyes. “You belong here, Kade. This is your home. We are your family. You have a life here—”
He gently shook his head. “My life is with the Order now. They need me, and I have important things to do. Mother, I am sorry to disappoint you.”
She sobbed behind her hand, and took a few steps back on her heels. She wobbled unsteadily with the sudden movement, and Kade’s father was right at her side, wrapping her protectively under his arm. He spoke softly to her, tenderly, private words that seemed to soothe her somewhat. But her tears and sobs did not stop completely.
Kade’s father escorted her carefully to the door, pausing only to lift his head and level a hard look on his son. Their gazes met and clashed, neither one of them willing to back down. “You and I are not finished here, Kade. I will expect you to wait for me until I finish looking after your mother.”
He waited as ordered, but only for a minute. Time away had made him forget what it had been like to be in this place. He couldn’t live under his father’s roof any more than he could live under Seth’s shadow. It killed him to cause his mother distress, but if he’d needed a reminder that he didn’t belong here, he’d gotten it as clearly as possible in the look his father gave him as he was walking out the door.
“Shit,” Kade hissed, as he grabbed his duffel bag and exited the study.
He walked outside, thinking the frigid air would help clear his head. Instead his gaze was snagged by the sight of his brother’s cabin. He knew he shouldn’t go inside—he had no right, actually—but the need for answers was more powerful than any sense of guilt at invading Seth’s privacy. Kade opened the door and walked inside.
He wasn’t sure what he’d expected. Some sense of chaos or the scattered clutter of a troubled mind? But Seth’s quarters were as neat as ever, not a single thing out of place. All of his furnishings and belongings were orderly and precisely arranged. There was a philosophy book on the reading table beside the sofa, a collection of classical music on rotation in the stereo CD player. On Seth’s computer workstation, a file folder containing spreadsheet printouts he was obviously working on for their father lay neatly closed underneath a crystal paperweight.
Seth, the perfe
ct son.
Except, the more Kade looked around, the more the cabin seemed staged rather than lived in. Things were too neat. Too carefully arranged, as though put there on the chance that someone might be poking about, searching for something amiss. Or for some overt sign of deception, just as Kade was doing now.
But Kade knew his brother better than anyone else. He was a part of Seth, unlike anyone else could be because of the inextricable bond they’d been born with as identical twins. From the time they were boys they’d been two parts of one whole, inseparable, with an unspoken mutual understanding of each other.
Kade had believed that he and Seth were alike in every way … until the first time he saw his brother command a wolf pack to pursue and slaughter a grizzly.
They were just boys then, fourteen years old and eager to test the boundaries of both their strength and their preternatural abilities. Seth was showing off, bragging about how he’d befriended an area wolf pack and could command the minds of more than one animal at a time. Kade had never done that—he hadn’t even realized he could—which made Seth all too willing to demonstrate.
He’d summoned the pack with a howl, and before Kade realized what was happening, he and Seth were running with the wolves in search of prey. They came across a grizzly bear catching salmon in a river. Seth told the pack to take the bear down. To Kade’s astonishment, they obeyed. But even more stunning—infinitely more abhorrent—was the sight of Seth participating in the slaughter.
It was a bloody, prolonged battle … and Seth had reveled in it. Slick with the animal’s blood and gore, he’d called Kade to join in, but Kade had been appalled. He’d vomited in the weeds, never feeling so sick with misery in all his life.
Seth had teased him privately for weeks afterward. He’d goaded Kade, acting as the devil on his shoulder, challenging him to test the limits of his talent to determine which of them was the more powerful twin. Kade had stupidly given in. Pride had made him a fool, and so he’d picked up the gauntlet Seth had thrown.
He’d honed his ability until it came as naturally to him as breathing. He’d learned to love the feel of the untamed wild on his skin, drenching his senses, caught between his teeth and fangs. He’d become so adept, so addicted to the power of his talent, it was soon nearly impossible to hold it under rein.
Seth had been furious that Kade’s ability had exceeded his own. He was jealous and insecure, a dangerous combination. He’d suddenly found something more to prove to Kade, and his violent inclinations took on a more disturbing focus.
At some point, Seth had quietly advanced his dark talent toward other prey.
He and his pack had killed a human.
It happened just months before Kade was recruited by the Order. Repulsed, furious, he’d intended to drag Seth in front of their father and the rest of the Darkhaven and expose his inexcusable breach of Breed law. But Seth had pleaded with him. He’d sworn up and down that it had all been a terrible mistake—a game somehow gotten completely out of hand. He had begged Kade not to turn him in. He’d promised that the killing had been accidental, and that it would never happen again.
Kade had doubted him even then. He should have exposed Seth’s secret. But Seth was his beloved brother—the other half of him. Kade knew what the news of Seth’s crime would do to his parents, particularly his mother. So Kade had kept the secret, even though holding it had been eating away at him constantly every moment since.
He’d protected Seth from the truth and sheltered his parents from the pain of it, and when the call came from Nikolai in Boston that the Order needed new recruits, Kade jumped on the chance to join.
Now the slayings of the Toms family had brought it all back. He hoped like hell his brother wasn’t capable of killing an entire family in cold blood, but he feared Seth’s promise a year ago was proving too hard for him to keep.
With that fear heavy on his mind, Kade started to walk toward the door. He didn’t realize until he was halfway there that he was walking on the thick pelt of a grizzly. The skin covered the living room floor, and although the bear Seth and his wolves had killed all those years ago was long lost to time and the elements, the frozen snarl of this dead bear’s head gave Kade pause. He walked back and knelt down near the open jaw of the animal.
“Ah, Christ. Let me be wrong,” he whispered as he carefully stuck his hand into the sharp-toothed maw.
He reached back as far as he could and swore tightly as his fingers brushed the soft cloth and loose bulk of a hidden pouch at the back of the grizzly’s throat.
Kade withdrew the small drawstring bag, hearing a metallic jingle as it came to rest in his palm. He loosened the strings and poured out the contents. Several gold rings slid into his hand, along with a braided leather bracelet with a bear tooth dangling from it and small locks of clipped hair collected from a variety of human heads. Dried blood caked some of the items.
There could be no mistaking them for anything but what they were …
Souvenirs that Seth had apparently been collecting. A killer’s hidden cache of mementos, taken from his victims.
“You son of a bitch,” Kade ground out harshly. “You sick, fucking son of a bitch.”
Anger and grief collided in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t want to believe what he was seeing. He wanted to make excuses, grasp for any possible explanation except the one that was clanging around like a warning bell in his skull.
His brother was a killer.
Had he attacked the Toms family so heinously, too?
Something deep inside Kade just could not reconcile the wholesale slaughter of an entire family.
Despite the dread that was sitting like ice in his gut, he needed more answers before he was willing to convict Seth of being that kind of monster. He needed proof. Hell, he needed to look his brother in the face and demand the truth from him, once and for all.
And if it turned out that Seth was guilty, then Kade was prepared to do what needed to be done. What by rights he should have done when he’d first seen evidence of Seth’s apparent disregard for human life.
He would hunt his goddamn brother down and he would kill him.
CHAPTER
Eight
Most of the crowd at Pete’s that night was gathered in the bar area out front, the din of conversation competing with the racket of a hockey game on satellite TV and an old Eagles song wailing on the jukebox that squatted near the unisex restroom and the entryway to the game room in back. Alex and Jenna sat across from each other at one of the tables in the center of the place. They’d finished dinner some time ago and were now splitting a piece of Pete’s homemade apple pie while they nursed the warming dregs of their microbrews.
Jenna had been yawning off and on for the past hour or so and checking her watch, but Alex knew her friend was too polite to bail on her. Selfishly, Alex wanted to prolong their visit. She had insisted on the pie and one last beer, had even fed a couple of quarters to the jukebox so she had the excuse to wait for her song to play before they left.
Anything to avoid going home to her empty house.
She missed her dad, now more than ever. For so long, he had been her closest friend and confidant. He’d been her strong, willing, and capable protector when the world around her had been turned upside-down by violence. He would be the only one who’d understand the unspeakable fears that were swirling in her now. He’d be the only one she could turn to, the only one who could tell her that everything would be all right and almost convince her that he believed it.
Now, except for her dog, she was alone, and she was terrified.
The urge to pull up stakes and run from what she’d seen that awful day at the Toms settlement was almost overwhelming. But where to? If running from Florida to Alaska hadn’t been far enough to escape the monsters that lurked in her memories, then where could she possibly hope to escape them next?
“You gonna twirl that fork all night, or are you going to have some of this pie?” Jenna downed the last of her beer and set th
e bottle on the rough wood table with a soft thump. “You wanted dessert, but you’re making me eat most of it.”
“Sorry,” Alex murmured as she put down her fork. “I guess I wasn’t as hungry as I thought I was.”
“Everything okay, Alex? If you need to talk about what happened the other night at the meeting, or out at the Toms place—”
“No. I don’t want to talk about it. What’s to say anyway? Shit happens, right? Bad things happen to good people all the time.”
“Yeah, they do,” Jenna said quietly, her eyes dimming under the glare of the tin lamp overhead. “Listen, I was over at Zach’s for a little while this afternoon. Sounds like the Alaska State Troopers in Fairbanks have their hands full at the moment, but they’ll be sending a unit out to us in a few days. In the meantime, they discovered video footage of the crime scene on the Internet, of all places. Some asshole apparently went out there with a cell phone camera not long after you’d been there, then uploaded the video to an illegal site that allegedly pays a hundred bucks for actual blood-and-guts material.”
Alex sat forward in her chair, her attention snapped sharply back into focus to hear a confirmation of what Kade had told her out at the Toms place. “Do they know who?”
Jenna rolled her eyes and gestured toward the game room, where a small group of the local stoners were shooting darts.
“Skeeter Arnold,” Alex said, unsurprised that the slacker, perpetually unemployed yet never without a drink in one hand and a smoke in the other, would be the one so lacking in respect for the dead that he would sell them out for a few dollars. “What a bastard. And to think that he and Teddy Toms had been hanging out together quite a bit before …”
She couldn’t finish the sentence; the reality was still too raw.
Jenna nodded. “Skeeter has a way of latching on to kids he can manipulate. He’s a user and a loser. I’ve been telling Zach for the past year or more that I have a hunch the guy is pushing drugs and alcohol on the dry Native populations. Unfortunately, cops need to have this sticky thing called evidence before they arrest and prosecute, and Zach keeps reminding me that all I have on Skeeter Arnold is suspicion.”
