The Siren (Laments of Angels & Dark Chemistry Book 1)

by Meg Xuemei X

  But Lucienne recovered faster than Vladimir expected. They were inches apart, so she punched him, turning their match into a street fight. Vladimir threw up his hand to cover his eye, stunned. Lucienne kicked the saber out of his hand. She caught it, tossed it to the ground along with her gloves, and swung her long leg toward him. “But I hoped you’d always fall,” she said. “Maybe it’s just a silly girl’s fantasy.”

  Vladimir turned his palm vertically and blocked Lucienne’s vicious kick. “You’re not playing by the rules, Lucienne Lam!”

  “What do you mean?” Batting her eyelids, Lucienne didn’t hesitate to throw another punch.

  “I disarmed you, so you should admit defeat and lie down!”

  “I’m not that easy.” With an amused smile, Lucienne ducked a savage kick from Vladimir. “And when did you ever play by the rules, Blazek?”

  “When it comes to you!” he said, grabbing her hand with iron strength. His gaze was so intense that Lucienne felt her knees going weak. “What did you say? That you hoped I fell for you twice or something?”

  “You heard me, and denied my wish, obviously,” Lucienne said. Crystal liquid flowed in her eyes. It could have been tears, but in an instant, it was gone.

  “I’ll fall for you a thousand times, if that’s what you want,” he said. “And I’m still falling for you, but does it matter to you? You’re not here anymore.”

  “I’m here now.”

  “Your body is here.”

  “And what isn’t?”

  “Your heart.”

  “How can you assume where my heart stays, or where it belongs?” Suddenly furious, she tried to slap him.

  Vladimir caught her wrist, and she tripped him. He let her, but dragged her down with him. She fell on top of him, as he moved his hips to pin her under him. She maneuvered her hips and legs, countering his moves and fighting to stay on top. At last, she straddled him.

  “Now you lie still,” she ordered.

  “I saw how you looked at Ashburn Fury,” he said, his eyes spitting sparks of dark fire. “And all I wanted was to strangle the life out of him with my bare hands!”

  Okay, now the cat is out of the bag. He fears that I’ve given up on him, on us. She couldn’t blame him for his suspicions. She had tried to pull away from him, even after the Eye of Time was secured. She had left for Nirvana without him; and in Nirvana, she sought out Ashburn as often as she could, bordering the point of obsession. It was only business. Or was it?

  “Ashburn’s my asset, just like the Eye of Time. That’s all,” she said.

  “You can do better than lie to me,” Vladimir said. A weary, cynical smile twisted the corner of his mouth. “I almost took BL7 to Nirvana to end his life when I saw how he made you laugh like that.”

  “It wasn’t a good laugh, you idiot,” Lucienne said. “It was an angry laugh, a very irritated one.” She sighed. She had to tell him this so he would trust her. “There is nothing else I can do when I’m tickled. Aida is the only one who knows I’m horribly ticklish. I have no idea how Ashburn knew . . . Oh—” Something registered. Ashburn stored everyone’s memories but hers, which meant he had Aida’s memories. That was how he knew. “I need to talk to you about—”

  Vladimir moved his hand up Lucienne’s waist and tickled her. Lucienne giggled helplessly. She dropped onto him, rolled off to the floor, and curled into a ball with hands hugging her chest to protect herself, still giggling. Vladimir flattened her.

  Lucienne stopped laughing, her eyes flaring. “Don’t you ever use that against me again!”

  With thick desire in his eyes, Vladimir moved on top of her, his strong, long legs pressing hard against hers. Her every curve fit into the shape of his body perfectly. The heat of his body radiated to hers. He smelled of sweat, wood, and the island of Sphinxes—her home. Lucienne wanted to lock her arms around his neck and wrap her legs tightly around his thighs. She wanted to get her fingers underneath his clothes, to feel his heated skin, to comfort it and cool it, or maybe fuel it more. She wanted to trace the hard lines on his firm abdomen and his slightly curved, strong back, and explore further . . .

  Fire and desire burned in her wine-colored eyes and her fluttering-winged heart.

  They stared at each other, their heavy breathing mingled. Vladimir murmured something in Czech, then with a fierce and chillingly possessive look, bent down to kiss her. Her blood sang with wanting, but her last ounce of sense kicked in. Lucienne quickly turned her face, and he landed his kiss hot on her cheek.

  Still, she moaned in pleasure, even though a sickly dreadful feeling alighted in her stomach. Her Siren’s mark flared a warning. It’d burn him if he went any further. With explosive strength, she threw him off, her finger hitting an acupoint under his armpit. Vladimir became immobile. She sat up, glaring down at him. “Are you out of your freakin’ mind, Vladimir Blazek?”

  “I can’t take it anymore,” he said. His breath was still heavy, his jaw set stubbornly.

  “You know what would happen if I let you kiss me?”

  “I wouldn’t regret it. I’d have gotten the sweet taste of you again.”

  “It wouldn’t be sweet. It’d be the tang of death!”

  “I’d rather die than lose you to another man.”

  “And leave me broken? Leave me alone in this dark world?”

  “You’ll never be alone. You have Kian, Aida, Ziyi, Orlando, and others. You have a loyal army that adores you.”

  She slapped him hard.

  “Hey, no slapping!”

  “I need you to know it would never be the same without you.”

  “I got it. But you gotta stop dominating me.” Then seeing the tears in her eyes, he said, “I’m sorry. I’m a jealous jerk. I’ve only been thinking about my own feelings.”

  “I’ve been insensitive.”

  “You are. I’ve never let anyone else slap me,” he complained. “I bet you left fingerprints on my fine-looking face. How am I going to explain that to the men?”

  “I wouldn’t worry about that. You’re the king of excuses.” She touched a spot right below his heart and released him. She then traced his two lightning-shaped scars above his eyebrow. “You’re mine, Vladimir Blazek.”

  Vladimir sat up, his hand wrapping around her waist, as if afraid she might escape again. His other hand stroked her hair. He knew she liked that. “Will you protect what’s yours, as I protect mine?” He locked her gaze with demand.

  “You have to ask?” she sighed.

  Vladimir grasped her hand thumbing his scar, pushed it down along the side of his face, and held it near his lips. Lucienne’s heart pounded as he pivoted his face toward her palm, until his lips kissed it, gently at first, then it grew wet, hotter, and hungrier. Lucienne tensed, but her Siren’s mark didn’t react this time.

  “Vlad—”

  “I won’t go too far, Lucia,” he said. “Trust me, my heart.”

  The door swung open with a loud bang. Lucienne jerked her hand back from Vladimir’s kisses and turned to the door as Kian stormed in.

  “Do you ever knock, McQuillen?” Vladimir frowned.

  Kian stared hard at Vladimir for half a second, then slid his gaze over to Lucienne, his expression immediately turning warm and tender. “How are you holding up, kid?” he asked. “Aida was asking for you.”

  Lucienne shot to her feet. “I’m coming.”

  “Let’s go,” Kian said, then sniffed his nose. “Someone stinks here.” He turned to Vladimir with a scowl. The boy shrugged with a defiant look.

  Lucienne turned to Vladimir. “Go home and take a shower. Or you won’t be allowed to enter the castle again. Too many people have complained. Some have even called you a foul beast.”

  Kian chuckled. “Some speak the truth.”

  Vladimir rose to his feet with a lazy smile. “I’ll bathe only if you’ll dine with me tonight.”

  “Dinner will be at the castle,” Lucienne said. “Aida needs a break for at least a month.”

  “You
know I can cook, too, at my place,” Vladimir said. “Unless you prefer dinner to be interrupted every two minutes by unannounced visitors who never knock.”

  Kian snorted. “Is that how you got that black eye—for your excellent cooking skills?”

  Fighting a smile, Lucienne followed Kian out, stopping at the door to look over her shoulder at Vladimir, who was still watching her. “Eight o’clock, at my place.” Then she was gone.

  CHAPTER 18

  A car approached the white mansion.

  Lucienne peeked over from the verge of her candle-lit rooftop garden. Vladimir pulled his red Audi R8 sports car into the driveway and killed the engine. Whistling a country song, he hopped out.

  Lucienne watched as the handsome boy strolled under a jungle of crimson maple foliage, toward the mansion’s door. He wore a black tuxedo. His usually disheveled mane was coiffed like an underwear model in Esquire. Lucienne smiled. Vladimir could easily pull off a style both classic and modern.

  She darted away from the edge of the roof. “Music,” she commanded, and classical violin drifted over the rooftop. She scurried in her stilettos toward the other side of the roof, where her state-of-the-art telescope was situated. Underneath was the cliff, and far below, ocean waves made noisy love to the ancient rocks.

  Lucienne often found herself on the roof watching the stars in the wee hours. Tonight, she wouldn’t be alone, and the stars may be even closer. Eterne might be one step away if she could just feel its pulse for a split second.

  The front door opened and closed. Vladimir must have passed her fortress’ first line of defense. The biometric scanner outside her door was programmed to admit Kian, Vladimir, Aida, and Ziyi. The armed ceiling sensors were also designed to recognize them and not unleash deadly offensive weapons.

  Lucienne could picture Vladimir striding through the maze of corridors. At the end he would find a spiral staircase. If he stopped to look down from the third floor stairs, he would glimpse a partial view of her library filled with manuscripts and books. She treasured her multilingual collection of ancient mythologies—the legends surrounding antediluvian knowledge and wars between gods, demigods, and long-ago heroes, as well as the tales of the origin of the human race long forgotten by the modern world.

  They were merely collections. Her prized possessions were stored secretly in her temperature-controlled cellar, impenetrable to satellite and guarded by the most advanced laser weapons. Lucienne was the only one who had access to the chamber. After all, the Siren was the keeper of powerful secrets within secrets.

  And there he was—emerging onto the roof, sauntering toward her with a breathtaking smile. The stars were behind his shoulders. “Lucia.” He took in the sight of her with appreciation.

  Lucienne wore a one-shoulder silk evening gown of a spring blue, with a daringly low-cut back and curve-hugging mermaid skirt. Her hair was pinned up, a few tendrils playing seductively with her dangling ruby earrings.

  She tilted her head toward the redwood table between them. On it were two sets of China plates accompanied by ornate silver utensils. Violet napkins were folded into flowers. Positioned around their plates were a variety of Asian sauces. At the center of the table a pot of soup stock simmered. The aroma lingered between them.

  “We’re going to have Wild Mandarin Duck huǒ guō tonight,” Lucienne said.

  Wild Mandarin Duck Hot Pot wasn’t the most romantic dish, but it was fun. Lucienne saw approval in Vladimir’s hazel eyes as they swept over the table. Then his gaze pulled back to her, over every inch of her, caressing her without a touch.

  A sudden shadow of doubt breezed into her mind. What was she doing? And what would this lead to after tonight? They couldn’t really have an intimate relationship. Stubbornly, she pushed reason to the fringe of her mind. She and Vladimir hadn’t been together since their second kiss. They hadn’t allowed themselves to enjoy each other’s company for a very long time. She’d have this night, as would he.

  Lucienne took the bottle of wine from the ice basket, pouring one for Vladimir and one for herself into the crystal glasses.

  “We’re underage, miláček.”

  “So?”

  “Shouldn’t we check with the adults about drinking?”

  “Call your uncle,” Lucienne said.

  “You’re still the queen of irony.” Vladimir laughed. “And you take my breath away.”

  Their tall glasses clinked to a toast. Lucienne sipped her wine, savoring its clean bite, and gazed at Vladimir through the crystal brim. Vladimir put his wineglass down, and then slowly took Lucienne’s and set it down.

  “A dance, m’ lady?” Before she gave her permission, his hand was already posed on her bare back. His other hand curved around hers. It was warm, solid, and tender. She felt wonderful to be in Vladimir’s strong arms, but for a second, her mind drifted to Ashburn and his hypnotic touch. She forced her thoughts back to her current partner and threw her arms around Vladimir’s neck.

  They moved to the flowing rhythm of the music with matching grace. Vladimir pulled Lucienne closer, his face pressing against the side of hers, her curls dancing between them. Lucienne could feel the rough shave of his chin, and then the small of her back stiffened.

  “Relax, miláček,” Vladimir coaxed in her ear. “It’s just a dance. Let’s enjoy it.”

  “Someone’s here!” Lucienne hissed. “An invader.”

  A figure in a hooded black coat blurred past them and whooshed into the night sky, leaving a trail of light. The candle lights on the rooftop snuffed out with the sound of a sigh.

  Pulling away from Vladimir, Lucienne sprang to the telescope, training its lens toward the fading flash of light. The telescope caught the mysterious visitor before the spark completely zoomed out of the focus of the lens.

  Riding on a transparent motorcycle-like machine that seemed made of light, Ashburn looked over his shoulder.

  Lucienne stepped back with a gasp. The farm boy had followed her back to Sphinxes and crashed her date. He had warned her to stay away from him, but why wasn’t he keeping his distance from her? Was he taunting her, or was he unable to stay away from her?

  And what flier was that? It was faster than BL7!

  Then Vladimir spotted Ashburn in the telescope’s adjusted lens.

  “What the—?” Furiously, Vladimir pulled out his encrypted Eidolon and dialed Kian’s number. “There’s an intruder in the Sphinxes air space.” After he warned Kian, he dialed Ziyi’s lab in the castle. “What is going on up there?!” he shouted into the phone. “You’re allowing a trespasser to fly in and out!” Black fire lit in his eyes. “Who’s on guard tonight?” He slammed his Eidolon shut and turned to Lucienne. “Let’s go to the castle. I’ll shoot him down!”

  “Calm down, Vlad,” Lucienne said, face paling. When she looked into the telescope again, Ashburn was gone.

  Vladimir screeched his Audi to a stop at the gate. He jumped out of the car and hurtled into the castle. Lucienne tried to keep up in her sky high stilettos. When they reached the north wing, Vladimir headed toward the defense room.

  Lucienne wrapped her arms around his waist, half dragging and half coaxing him toward Laboratory SX1. “Vlad, I have a better idea.”

  Seemingly distracted by Lucienne’s touch, Vladimir followed her. Then, just as quickly, he refocused his attention back on Ashburn and was indignant. “He sabotaged our date!”

  “We’ll resume our date right where we left off. Now come with me.”

  Vladimir in his tuxedo and Lucienne in her gown hurried into Laboratory SX1.

  The lab personnel and Ziyi were at their posts, frantically entering codes, rewriting programs, and testing equipment. No one seemed to notice that Vladimir and Lucienne were overdressed. The system had been compromised. It was more than a slap in everyone’s face.

  “I’m so sorry, Lucia. We failed to trace the invader,” Ziyi said with gritted teeth and a beet-red face, her fingers flying across the control panel.

  “It’s Ashbur
n Fury,” Lucienne said.

  “He blocked Dragonfly again! And none of our tracers can function.”

  The door chimed open. Orlando stomped into the lab. “The weapon system is off line. Kian’s in the field with the technicians, checking servers and cable lines.”

  Ashburn is making my people look like fools. Lucienne shut her eyes for a moment to collect her thoughts. When she fluttered them open again, she turned to the lab personnel. “Unplug all the computers, save one beta and one quantum. And turn off all other devices, except for the dark-matter detector.”

  Her staff turned to her with a confused look.

  “Now!” Lucienne said.

  The crew obeyed. Two of the technicians efficiently engaged a tracing program on dark matters on the beta computer.

  Lucienne opened the charm locket on her necklace and released the pin. The net clip that held the Eye of Time separated it from the Twilight Water. She placed the Eye on a sensor that linked to the beta.

  Orlando and two commandos stood by with fire extinguishers, looking tense.

  The sensor that monitored the Eye of Time blinked once, twice, and then a string of numbers burst alive inside the Eye’s lens.

  “Dragonfly’s back on line,” Ziyi called from the lab.

  My enemy’s enemy is my friend. A gleam flashed in Lucienne’s eyes. Soon I’ll know the connection between the Eye of Time and Ashburn.

  “Dark matter is flaring!” a technician called. He read off the coordinates.

  “Dragonfly on the coordinates!” Vladimir ordered.

  An image of Ashburn astride a transparent motorcycle whisked across the center monitor. Someone in the lab whistled. “What’s that?”

  “I’d kill to have a ride like that,” someone else said.

  The rider and his machine plummeted toward the snow-capped mountains.

  A collective gasp rose in the lab.

  Clasping her mouth to muffle a cry, Lucienne stole a look at the Eye. Its color was transforming into a shining crimson, as if sucking blood—Ashburn’s blood.