Dark Melody (Dark Series - book 12)

by Christine Feehan

  Lisa tossed her blond head. “At last! Someone with a little sense, unlike Rina. She never listens to anyone.”

  A small sensual smile tugged at the hard edge of Dayan’s mouth. He leaned down close to Corinne so his warm breath stirred tendrils of hair at her temple. “You do not listen to others?”

  “I’m perfectly capable of making my own decisions,” Corinne informed him, her voice faintly haughty when all she really wanted to do was touch his mouth with her fingertips. Up close he robbed her of breath. Of good sense.

  “Until now,” Dayan corrected with infinite gentleness. His voice was very soft and, like velvet, it whispered sensuously over her skin, making her shiver. He brought her hand up to his perfectly molded mouth, rubbed the pads of her fingers over his lips.

  Her heart stuttered; butterfly wings brushed at her stomach. For a moment she could only stare at him, lost in his magic. She dragged her gaze from his, withdrew her hand to curl her fingers into her palm, holding on to his warmth.

  Cullen stared up at Dayan in total shock. He had camped with their leader for several weeks during the Dark Troubadours tour, yet Cullen had never seen Dayan exhibit the slightest interest in any woman.

  Now Dayan’s body language shouted that he felt protective, even possessive, of Corinne. There was something else, something in Dayan’s eyes that had never been there before. A flicker of something dangerous. Cullen had assured Lisa that her sister was perfectly safe with Dayan, but now he wasn’t so certain.

  “Perhaps we had better get the ladies out of the wind,” Dayan drawled. “Cullen, let’s escort them to their car, and then I’ll pick up my guitar.” His voice brushed over Corinne’s skin again like fingers.

  She shivered in reaction. At once he drew her into the shelter of his arms. “I should have realized it was too cold out here for you,” he said softly, apologetically, his breath warm against her neck. His body was hot and hard against the satin softness of her cool skin. “I was being selfish, wanting you to myself.”

  He glanced at Lisa, and she unexpectedly found herself leading the men to her small sporty car, wondering why it was suddenly so important to her to get Corinne out of the wind. Dayan kept possession of Corinne, handing her carefully into the front seat. “Where can we meet you so we can talk in a quieter atmosphere?”

  He asked it softly, his black eyes suddenly on Lisa’s face.

  Lisa blinked and blurted out her address, something she would never normally do. Corinne stared at her in horror. Lisa clapped a hand over her mouth guiltily and watched as Dayan reached casually across Corinne to buckle her seat belt.

  Hard and defined with muscle, his body brushed Corinne’s. He smelled of spice and woods. Totally masculine. He dwarfed the small car. His chin nuzzled Corinne’s hair. “I am not a serial killer, although it is nice to know you have some instinct for self-preservation.”

  He closed the door on her shocked expression, his arrogant, bad-boy grin very much in evidence.

  Lisa put her head down on the steering wheel. “Don’t say it, Corinne. I don’t know what I was thinking, giving him our address like that. He’s just — I don’t know, too much. I couldn’t think straight for a minute there with his eyes staring at me as if he could see right through me. I’m sorry. You don’t think he’s some kind of crazy person, do you?”

  “I think we’re the crazy ones.” It was a relief to be away from the potency of Dayan’s company. He made Corinne feel out of control. Spinning madly. Wild. Sexy. Wanting. “And he did point out he wasn’t a serial killer. That was comforting news, unless serial killers regularly make such statements to strange women.”

  Both women dissolved into laughter, dispelling most of the tension in the car. Corinne found she could breathe again, think again, as Lisa put the car in gear and, honking the horn, plunged bravely into traffic. “So, are you looking at Cullen? Because he’s certainly looking at you.” Corinne rubbed her palms up and down her arms over the exact spot Dayan’s arms had held her. Oddly, she could still feel him close to her. She could smell his scent on her, and it was strangely comforting.

  “I really think Cullen is great,” Lisa admitted. “You know how I hate being the decorative doll on the big guy’s arm. He didn’t make me feel like that at all, not once. He’s nice, Rina. Very nice. And when I realized you were gone, he was so sweet, reassuring me that Dayan wasn’t a playboy preying on women. The truth is, I panicked. I don’t feel comfortable when you’re out of my sight anymore.” She threw Corinne a quick, mischievous grin as she rolled through the next three stop signs and narrowly missed jumping a curb. “I sound like I’m two and afraid to leave my mommy. Cullen’s cute, though not in a kiddy way.” She tugged on Corinne’s sleeve. “And what was

  that?”

  “What was what?” Corinne tried to sound innocent, but a blush slowly crept up her neck into her face. “You know exactly what I mean,” Lisa accused, her eyes laughing. “That dance.”

  “Oh, that.” Corinne pushed both hands through her mass of gleaming hair and lifted it off her neck, the gesture curiously sexy. “That was scorching.”

  Lisa let out a whistle. “Scorching? Not just hot?”

  Corinne shook her head solemnly. “Absolutely, totally scorching. That man is lethal and shouldn’t be allowed to live anywhere near the female population.”

  “I’m a believer. You’ve always been immune to men. If he can scorch you, he should definitely be locked up somewhere.”

  “Somewhere where we can still look at him,” Corinne suggested with a little smile curving her soft mouth. An intriguing dimple appeared briefly, then melted away, leaving Lisa wondering where it had gone.

  “You like him.” Lisa made it a statement. She knew she was overprotective of Corinne. But Corinne was terribly vulnerable. A man like Dayan might easily sweep her off her feet. Anyone looking at him could see he was a dangerous man. A rock star, a musician. Half the female population was after him. But there was something about the way he looked at Corinne...

  “Like

  him?” Corinne echoed the words thoughtfully. “I don’t think he’s a man who would inspire such an insipid word as

  like.

  I feel safe when I’m with him, and yet threatened at the same time. It makes no sense. I do and say things entirely out of character for me. What’s really strange, Lisa, is I feel as if I’ve known him forever, that I’m supposed to be with him.” She took a deep breath and made a hurried confession. “And I can’t look at him without feeling like jumping into bed. At first I thought it was because I love his music. Ever since I ran across that old LP, I’ve worked at collecting everything of the Dark Troubadours I could. You know, the idol trap that women occasionally fall into when the musician happens to be a godlike creature. But I think he’s rather like a flame and I’m a little moth flying way too close to him. It’s called chemistry. Explosive, natural chemistry.”

  “Really?” There was definite interest in Lisa’s voice. She lifted one eyebrow in inquiry. “Spill all, Corinne. Are we talking sex here?”

  “You saw him. He oozes sex. I’ve never met anyone even remotely like him. I just thought I wasn’t the sexy type. We talked about it, remember?”

  Lisa nodded solemnly, hurtling around another corner, missing a parked car by half an inch. Corinne was so used to Lisa’s driving, she didn’t even wince. A horn blasted at them, and Lisa flashed a cheery smile and waved gaily as she cut off the driver to get to her turn. “I thought it was because it was your first time,” Lisa answered carefully; “the beginner thing with John. You had a hard time of it.” Corinne had always been honest with Lisa about her life with John. Everything had been comfortable between them with the exception of the bedroom. Corinne blamed herself, believing she simply didn’t have a strong sex drive.

  “More likely it was the chemistry thing, because, believe me, this man and I have some kind of attraction. I’m not certain I would trust myself in a room alone with him,” Corinne mused aloud, shocked at the b
latant response of her body. “Maybe you’ve run across his type before in your crowd, Lisa, but for me, this is an absolutely new and very uncomfortable first experience. He could drop a woman at thirty paces.” Corinne sighed and shook back her hair. “It makes me feel guilty over John.” She made it a confession.

  Lisa scowled darkly. “Don’t be silly, Rina. John would hate your saying that. He loved you like crazy, but we both know you didn’t love him the same way. You made him happy, you know you did, and for that I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You were always there for both of us.”

  “I did love John,” Corinne said, “and I miss him terribly.”

  “I know you loved him. I didn’t mean it like that. He isn’t coming back, and he would want you to be happy. You know he would.” Lisa pulled the car up to the driveway of their home. Her unusual, elegant, yet exotic looks had helped provide money for a beautiful home in an upscale neighborhood. The two women enjoyed just looking at their home sometimes. “Of course, I don’t know if he’d approve of Mr. Sex Appeal. What were you talking about all that time? Alone. In the dark,” Lisa teased.

  “Babies.” Corinne blurted it out, wanting to confess everything. How could she have told a perfect stranger before telling her beloved sister-in-law?

  Something in Corinne’s voice warned Lisa it wasn’t a funny subject. Lisa went very still, her fingers freezing around the car keys while her other hand tightened around the steering wheel. “I’m sorry, I thought you said babies. Why would you be discussing babies with him? I hope you told him babies were out of the question.” There was an edge of challenge in Lisa’s voice. At once her eyes were examining Corinne’s figure, clad in jeans and loose-fitting top.

  Corinne looked away from the accusation in her eyes. “I didn’t know, Lisa, I swear I didn’t. The morning John was killed we had made love. After he was murdered, everything was so terrible I didn’t think about it for a couple months; then I noticed I was abnormally tired. Way more than usual. I spotted the entire time, so it just didn’t occur to me I could be carrying a baby. But then when I was so ill, I went to the doctor. Remember I had to go to bed for a while?”

  “You’re pregnant? You’re pregnant right now?” Lisa pushed Corinne’s shirt away from her stomach to inspect her. “You’d have to be six months and you aren’t showing.” It was an accusation. It was a plea. But she saw the little mound where Corinne’s flat stomach had been.

  Corinne caught Lisa’s hand in hers. “Come on, Lisa, we can get through this together, just like we’ve always done.”

  Lisa was shaking her head in denial, tears swimming in her eyes. “You can’t have a baby. The doctors said you couldn’t. You were on birth control. I remember you were so upset when they said it would be a virtual death sentence for you to have a baby. John swore he would never allow you to chance it. He swore it to me. I made him swear it.”

  “I had to go off birth control some months ago. We were taking precautions and we were always careful.” In the last few months before his death, John had begun to complain about using condoms. The pill made Corinne sick, and so did the shot. He hated everything else because it was “invasive.” “It was just the one time. I knew better, but I wasn’t thinking much about it at the time.” John had gotten impatient with her inadequacies. Corinne hadn’t blamed him. He had wanted her to feel for him the same things he felt for her. How could she explain how guilty she felt for not being sexually attracted to John in the way he needed her to be? She loved John — she knew she loved him. She loved him dearly, but she had never wanted the physical side of their relationship as he had. That morning she had tried hard for John.

  “It was totally irresponsible of both of you,” Lisa snapped. “I told John he should have an operation, but he didn’t want to because...” She trailed off.

  “Because he thought he might have children one day with someone else after I died,” Corinne finished for her. “I wanted him to be happy.”

  Lisa’s fingers tightened around Corinne’s desperately. “What can we do? Can they take it early?”

  “Take a deep breath, Lisa,” Corinne advised gently. “This baby isn’t an it. We’re talking about a child. A part of John.”

  “I don’t care who it’s a part of. That baby is going to kill you.”

  “John and I have a daughter, Lisa. She’s a living, breathing child, kicking and moving, a little girl.” Very gently Corinne attempted to guide Lisa’s hand over the small mound of her stomach.

  Lisa snatched her hand back and shoved open the car door. She scooted out and slammed it very hard, a measure of her mood. Corinne sighed and slid from the vehicle, following her up to the house. As Lisa grabbed for the doorknob, Corinne stopped her with a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I know you’re upset, Lisa. I should have told you right away, when the doctor confirmed it, but I wasn’t certain I could carry the baby. After the horror of John’s death, I didn’t want you to suffer along with me. It was all such a nightmare, a terrible nightmare. What would be the point of making you worry even more? John was dead, I was already pregnant, and we both know the chances of my carrying successfully were slim. I didn’t want to worry you.”

  Lisa spun around, her blue eyes reflecting a mixture of grief, fear and anger. “You didn’t want me to tell you what you knew all along. You can’t have this baby because you’ll die if you do. You’ll die, Corinne. That’s the bottom line; it’s always been the bottom line. I thought you had accepted the fact that you’d never have a baby. You’re everything to me. My family, the only family I’ve got. We fought for the life we had, the three of us, but then when we finally made it, someone killed John and now you’re planning on dying and leaving me all alone!”

  Corinne wrapped her arms around Lisa and held her close until the stiffness melted away and Lisa was clinging to her. “I’m not planning to die, Lisa, and if I did, you wouldn’t be alone, you’d have a part of John and a part of me with you.”

  “I don’t want a part of you, Corinne, I want

  you.

  I can’t do this — I won’t lose you too. I’m not like you. I’m not strong and brave and I don’t want to be,” Lisa said adamantly, then breathed a soft expletive under her breath as headlights caught them for a moment and the engine of a car died. “I can’t possibly act normal now. I want everyone to go away so I can cry a river.”

  The moment Dayan stepped from the car and inhaled the night, he knew something was wrong. He was well aware of the dissension between the two women; he could easily read their thoughts. He wanted to comfort Corinne, knew she was fighting tears, but they were both in danger. Even as he read their minds for information, he scanned the area, his mind seeking the hidden threat. His heart in his throat, he glided toward the two women, putting on a burst of preternatural speed as they turned away from him to reach for the front door. His hand was there first, effectively blocking Lisa from entering. Even as Dayan jerked the door shut, Corinne gasped and pulled Lisa away from the house, across the lawn, back toward the car.

  “It was open, Lisa. The door wasn’t closed all the way.” There was panic in Corinne’s voice. She had been afraid someone was watching them ever since John’s body had been found in the small park close to their home.

  “You probably forgot to lock it,” Lisa ventured, but her voice was shaking.

  Corinne shook her head, her eyes meeting Dayan’s over Lisa’s head. “I locked it, I know I did. We have to call the police.” She wanted him to believe her.

  Dayan was already herding the two women toward Cullen. Dayan nodded his head as if in agreement, his hands very gentle on Corinne’s arms, moving up and down over her skin, warming her, offering a measure of comfort. “Go with Cullen. I’ll take care of things here.” There were two human males waiting in concealment in the house. “Cullen, take them to the house where we’re staying. I will come as soon as I am able.”

  The authority in his voice said he was a man used to being obeyed. Lisa immediately slid into the car, her
face very pale. Corinne balked, just as he had known she would.

  She lifted her chin at him, her green eyes flashing. “I don’t think so! You’re getting in the car too, Dayan. What are you thinking? My husband was murdered. Don’t you think it’s a bit of a coincidence that someone’s in our house? You’re coming with us!” Corinne caught his arm and tugged.

  Dayan smiled down at her, his heart melting. “Thank you, Corinne.” He framed her face with his hands, his black gaze holding her captive. “You will go with Cullen and wait for me, and you will not call the authorities.” His mouth brushed the top of her head, the briefest contact; then he was smiling his reassurance as he put her gently in the car.

  “Dayan, please, come with us. I have a bad feeling about this,” she protested.

  “It will be fine, Corinne. I am not easily killed.” He leaned across the seat in the protective way he had and tightened her seat belt. “Your heart is beating too irregularly,” he whispered against her ear, his mouth against her skin. “Listen to the rhythm of mine.” He brought her hand to his heart.

  For one moment she couldn’t breathe, and then she could hear the sound of his heart. At once her heart seemed to work to follow his lead. It was impossible, but then, Corinne could move objects by simply willing them to move, so she believed in the impossible. With Dayan, everything seemed natural. She felt a jolt of electricity as his fingers brushed the silken top of her head before he closed the car door. Whips of lightning danced in her bloodstream. He did everything smoothly and efficiently, with no hurry, his confidence complete. It was impossible not to do as he said when he seemed in such complete control and utterly invincible. Corinne couldn’t look away from him until the car pulled out from the curb.

  The moment those black eyes were no longer on her, Corinne covered her face with her hands. “We shouldn’t have left him like that. I don’t know why I act so out of character around him. Cullen, we need to go back and help him. If someone is in our house, they could hurt him, or worse.”