Текст книги " Dark Gold"

Автор книги: Christine Feehan

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Alexandria was spiraling into the night itself. The ferocity of Aidan’s lovemaking should have terrified her, but she matched his intensity, beat for beat, her fists wrapped in his blond hair, her body wrapped around his tightly, her cries muffled against his shoulder.

His shout, husky with passion, rose to the heavens, carried on the wind. And as he held her, breathing hard, leaning both of them against the wall, from far off in the night came a reply. Of anger. Rage. A howl of the suddenly ferocious wind. The sound clawed at them, filled with hate.

Frightened, Alexandria looked toward the window. “Did you hear that?”

Slowly, reluctantly, he lowered her to her feet, his arm still circling her waist. “Yes, I heard,” he admitted grimly.

Outside, the clouds began to darken ominously, malignantly. Hail the size of fists beat at the roof and windows. Instinctively Aidan turned her, standing protectively in front of her lest the ice break through and harm her.

“Is it Gregori?” she whispered, remembering the awesome power clinging to the man, seeping from his very pores.

Aidan shook his head. “If Gregori wanted us dead, Alexandria, we would be long gone from this world. No, this is the last one of the group of undead who entered the city together, for what purpose I do not know. With the incredible hearing of our race, I guess he did not like the joy we shared.”

“He sounded dangerous,” she said. “Like a wounded bear.”

Aidan tilted her chin up, his golden eyes moving over her face possessively, tenderly. “He is dangerous, piccola. That is why I must hunt his kind and see to it that they do not cause the world misery.”

Looking down at her upturned face, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed from his lovemaking, he couldn’t resist lowering his head to hers, claiming her mouth with a gentle kiss. “Thank you, cara, for ridding me of my own particular demons.”

She sank back into the tub, its jets now silent, and looked up at him with her enormous eyes. “Could he... kill you?”

“I suppose, if I became careless.” He sat down opposite her, the water rising with his weight. “But I will not be careless, piccola, not even for a moment. Tomorrow night I must hunt him. He is waiting for me.”

“How do you know?”

He shrugged casually. They might have been discussing the weather. “He would never have sent a challenge if he had not devised a trap. I have acquired a certain... reputation among the undead.”

She drew up her knees and rested her chin on them. “I wish he would just go away, find another city to terrorize.”

He shook his head, his golden eyes loving. “No, you do not. Besides, I would never allow him to kill wantonly anywhere nearby. My work often involves travel, you know.”

“He’s the serial killer who’s been in the papers recently, isn’t he?” she guessed shrewdly.

“One of them. The others are dead now.”

She twisted her fingers together in agitation.

Aidan laced a hand through hers reassuringly. “Do not worry, Alexandria. I will protect you from him.”

“It isn’t that. I know you will. It’s just that now that I know you, now that I’ve met Gregori and I know what causes someone to turn vampire, isn’t there any way to... to cure them?”

He shook his head sadly. “I know you feel sorrow for them and for those of us who must destroy them, but in most cases it is a conscious choice on their part. And once a kill has been made during the taking of blood, there is no way back.”

She met his eyes squarely. “Gregori has done so.”

His golden gaze was suddenly cold and speculative. “That is impossible.”

“I know he has. He regrets it bitterly, and it eats away at him, but he has killed someone evil using that method. I know, Aidan, really. I sometimes see things in people that others can’t.”

“Is he turned?” His voice was quiet, lacking inflection, and he was very still as he awaited her answer.

She shook her head. “He thinks he’s evil, but he has tremendous compassion in him. But he is dangerous, Aidan. Very dangerous.”

“Vampires are adept at hiding the truth. They are consummate liars. You are certain Gregori has not turned?”

She nodded. “I was afraid of him. He’s afraid of himself. As he said, he’s like a tiger, unpredictable and dangerous. But he’s not evil.”

Outside, clouds were blackening the gray dawn sky. Aidan smiled smugly and waved a hand, and instantly the clouds began to disperse. “The remaining vampire thinks to intimidate me with a display of power, and I allow it to lull him into a false sense of security. But the dawn is upon us, and he must seek the shelter of the earth.”

Alexandria relaxed a little. She didn’t like to think the vampire could be just outside their window, listening to their conversation.

Aidan shook his head. “If he were that close, piccola, I would know.”

She laughed. “I still forget you can read my thoughts. Sometimes it’s very disconcerting.”

“Sometimes it can be very interesting.” His strange, brilliant eyes gleamed at her, sending a blush spreading over her entire body.

“Your mind is interesting, too,” she agreed, a smile curving her mouth. “It has all sorts of interesting ideas.”

“We are just getting started,” he said softly. He leaned toward her, cupping one breast in his hand, his thumb feathering over the hard peak. “I love touching you, being able to touch you whenever I wish.” His fingertip brushed her throat, the mark he had deliberately left on her.

She felt his touch through her entire body. “You should be outlawed, Aidan. You know, all my recent sketches for Thomas Ivan’s characters took on your look. I couldn’t help myself. Do you think Thomas will notice?”

His eyes glittered at her. “Thomas Ivan is an idiot.”

“His concepts are both innovative and popular, and he happens to be my boss,” she said firmly. “You’re just jealous.”

“One of my more annoying habits, no doubt. I do not intend to share you, Alexandria.” Abruptly he released her. “I do not want another man touching you.”

“Working together does not mean sleeping together,” she pointed out patiently, secretly knowing that she would readily break off even the work relationship with Ivan if it truly caused Aidan deep distress.

“And you believe he will accept that?”

“He’ll have no choice. I’ll tell him you and I are engaged. He’ll have to accept it.”

“I will make arrangements to marry you tomorrow morning. I have a few friends who can speed up the process, and we will take care of the license and have done with it.”

She sat back, her sapphire eyes suddenly spitting fire. “Have done with it? Have done with it?” She repeated his words, unable to believe he had actually said them. Right now she wouldn’t marry him if he were the last man on earth. “I wasn’t asking for any favors or a commitment from you, Aidan. Nor do you have to protect my honor.”

He was watching her carefully, all at once still. “We have the ultimate commitment between us, Alexandria. We are lifemates for all eternity. We will remain together until together we choose to meet the sun. But your very imaginative, idiotic-boss would not respect that bond, would not even understand it. He will, however, understand the human ceremony of marriage.”

“I don’t understand this lifemate business, either. Yet, like Thomas, I do understand the sacrament of marriage. Not that you asked me. Not that you respect the institution I was raised to believe in. I find your attitude extremely insulting, Aidan.” She was working at hiding her hurt from him, but her expressive face, the glittering sheen to her eyes, would have given her away even if he had not been able to read her thoughts.

He shook his head sadly. “We share everything, Alexandria, including our thoughts. I have unintentionally hurt you, and I certainly did not mean to do so.”

She stood up, water pouring from her skin. “We may share our thoughts, but we don’t seem to understand one another.” Grabbing a towel, she wrapped it around her like a sarong, her eyes studiously avoiding his.

“I think perhaps we do. You would have liked me to ask you to marry me in the human way.” He reached out, a lazy rippling of muscles, and shackled her ankle with his fingers, a steely vise preventing her escape.

The oddly intimate act sent flames racing through her bloodstream. Alexandria resented his ability to turn her body to liquid fire with just a touch, just a look. She could feel the electricity arcing between them, see the hunger in his gaze.

She shook her head. “Don’t, Aidan. This is important. You can’t just hurt me anytime you like and then make love to me until I can’t think straight.”

At once his expression changed. He stood up so abruptly, she stepped back, intimidated by his sheer size. “Do not do that, cara mia.” His voice was a caress, a plea. “Do not ever fear me. I would never willingly hurt you. We are already one. I thought you understood that. You are irrevocably tied to me for all time. It is a much deeper and stronger tie than a marriage ceremony. I must admit, I should have considered that you would have thought the marriage ceremony important, but I was assuming, as you are now Carpathian, you would realize that we are already ‘married,’ bound together for all time. It was done the moment the ancient words were spoken. The ritual was completed when we shared our blood, our hearts, our body and soul. But the words alone were irrevocably binding. It is the ‘marriage ceremony’ of our people.”

His arms swept around her stiff, resisting frame. “Forgive the presumption, cara, and know that I want to marry you in the human ceremony because it is important to you.”

His mesmerizing voice washed over her like water, cleansing away her resentment as if it had never been.

Alexandria rested against him, pressing close for comfort. “This life is so scary, Aidan, I want as many things as possible to be normal, or almost the same as they were. Just simple familiar things. I can handle it better that way.”

“You know, piccola,” he teased, brushing her cheek with gentle fingers, “Carpathian men never ask their mates. They simply claim them. But shall I ask you formally?”

She rubbed her face against his chest. “It would mean a lot to me if you would,” she admitted.

“So I guess I had better do it right,” he said softly, taking her hand and going down on one knee. “Alexandria, my only love, will you marry me tomorrow morning?”

“Yes, Aidan,” she replied demurely. Then she spoiled the effect by laughing. “But we have to have blood tests. You can’t just get married in a minute.”

He rose.

“You forget the power of mind persuasion. We will be married tomorrow morning. Now get dressed, cara. You are tempting me all over again.” His hands wandered down her slender body to caress her bottom.

Her smile was slightly wry. “You’re going to give me all kinds of trouble with your chauvinistic ways, aren’t you?”

He laughed in answer. “I was just thinking you were going to give meall kinds of trouble with your independent thinking.”

She tilted her chin. “You have heard the word compromisebefore, haven’t you? You do comprehend its meaning?”

He looked thoughtful, taking his time before replying. “As I understand it, compromisemeans you do what I say as soon as I command it. Is that about right?”

Alexandria pushed at the solid wall of his chest. “You wish, Mr. Savage. It’s never going to happen.”

He pinned her arms to her sides and nuzzled the top of her head. “We will see, my love. We will see.”

Laughing, Alexandria pulled away from him and began to dress. The dawn was brightening the sky, and with it came the terrible lethargy she was becoming familiar with. She wanted to see Joshua, to have normal mornings with her brother. Dress him, feed him, spend time with him before he went off to school.

Aidan allowed her to escape him, letting her keep her illusions of normalcy as long as possible. He liked to see the happiness in her, and he had a bad feeling about the vampire’s blatant challenge. The creature was up to something. He was the last one remaining from the group that had come to the city, terrorizing the population and leading the police on a wild goose chase. The vampire was not stupid; he would have studied Aidan and his strengths and weaknesses before issuing such a challenge. What was the undead up to?

He glided through the house silently, inspecting each entrance, window, and pathway leading to the house. Every safeguard was in place. The house was impenetrable, even with him sleeping beneath the earth in his secret chamber. No, the vampire could not strike at the house. Where, then?

He followed the sound of hoeing and found Stefan in the huge garden. Whenever he was upset or tired, Stefan gravitated to tending his plants.

When Aidan joined him, he leaned on the hoe and regarded his master steadily. “So, you feel it, too. I had trouble sleeping last night.” He spoke in their native language, another sure sign of his state of mind.

“The vampire howled last night. A distinct call for vengeance. I thwarted their plans, whatever they were, and now the one remaining undead intends to destroy me. How he will attempt it, I do not know.”

“It will be through one of us,” Stefan said sadly. “We are your Achilles’ heel, Aidan. We always have been. He can bring you down using Marie, the boy, or me. You know he will.”

Aidan frowned. “Or Alexandria. I fear her reaction to what must come.”

“She is very strong, Aidan, very courageous. She will be fine. You must have faith in your chosen lifemate.”

Aidan nodded. “I know what is in her heart and mind, but I want her happiness above all else.” He gave a humorless smile. “I remember a time many years ago, I went to the aid of Mikhail. He had found his lifemate, a human woman. She was very strong-willed, and I remember thinking that he should better control her, make her do his bidding at all times so that she would remain safe. We cannot afford to lose even one of our women—you know that. She was so strange to me, so unlike the women of our race. She showed no fear even of me, a Carpathian male she did not know. I vowed if I found my lifemate, I would not do as Mikhail and bow to her wishes. Yet now, I cannot stand to see sorrow in Alexandria’s eyes. I feel sick when she is hurt or upset with me.”

A grin spread across Stefan’s face. “You’re in love, my old friend, and that is the downfall of all good men.”

“Even Gregori, the dark one, allowed his lifemate her freedom because of her fear of him. How does one strike a balance between keeping a woman happy and protecting her?” Aidan mused aloud.

Stefan shrugged. “You’re in the modern world now, Aidan. Women rule their own lives. They make their own decisions and generally drive us all crazy. Welcome to the twenty-first century.”

Aidan shook his head. “She thinks she is going to work with that madman, Thomas Ivan. Yet I know what he wants to do with her.”

“If she wants to work, Aidan, have you any choice but to allow it?”

The golden eyes flashed. “I have a choice, Stefan. Still, perhaps the line of least resistance is to have a little mind-to-mind chat with Mr. Ivan. I am certain I can make him see things my way.”

Stefan laughed. “I wish I had that particular talent, Aidan. It would come in handy with some of my business dealings.”

“Do not allow Joshua to go to his school this day. The vampire will, in all likelihood, try to strike at us through him.”

“I agree,” Stefan said. “The boy is the most vulnerable.”

“Use Vinnie and Rusty again. Keep them around for the next few days,” Aidan advised. He glanced up at the sky through his dark glasses. “The trouble will come today.”

Stefan nodded in agreement. “I will keep a close watch. There will be no fire this time to destroy all we have built.” He looked down at the ground, still ashamed of a past catastrophe even though it was not his fault.

Aidan clapped him on the shoulder. “Without you, Stefan, no one would have survived that day, perhaps not even me.” He had been safely buried beneath the soil, but the loss of his “family” would have been devastating. Because of that time, so many years earlier, when a vampire had used a human to try to trap them in an inferno, and he had lain helpless beneath the soil, he had redoubled his studies and his safeguards, strengthening his power and abilities. Never again would he be caught unable to aid those he cared about.

Joshua’s laughter reached him, and the soft, carefree sound did something to his heart. The child touched him in ways no other had. He was so like Alexandria, so filled with the joy of living, and he had the same beautiful blue eyes.

“No one will harm the boy, not if I live,” Stefan said firmly.

Aidan turned away. He did not want Stefan, who knew him so well, to realize how those words filled him with dread For all his powers, Aidan was vulnerable in the sunlight, and a vampire could use human puppets, minions, to capitalize on the weakness the day brought. Even with his ability to project during the daylight hours, a feat few of his kind had accomplished, Aidan would still be leaving Stefan without his physical aid, and Stefan was no longer a young man. Aidan did not want to lose his friend any more than he wanted to lose Joshua.

Joshua burst from the kitchen laughing, his blond curls bouncing. “Help me, Aidan, she’s after me!” he hollered as he charged toward them.

Stefan stepped squarely in front of his prize tulips, while Aidan glided in to wall off the roses. He caught Joshua’s flying figure with one hand and swept him up to his shoulders. “Who is after you, young Joshua?” he asked, pretending not to know.

“Don’t you protect that little scalawag!” Alexandria came running after her brother, her hair bouncing in a pony tail, her sapphire eyes dancing with mischief. “You won’t believe what the little monster has been hiding under his bed!”

Joshua ducked behind Aidan’s neck. “Run, Aidan! She’s gonna tickle-torture me, I just know it.” Aidan obliged, trotting the boy into the shelter of the garage, knowing Alexandria would follow.

“Ha!” Alexandria said, unaware that she had placed herself in danger from the early morning sun. “You wish I’d tickle-torture you. I’m going to do a lot worse than that,” she threatened. “Put him down, Aidan, and let me box his ears.”

Joshua clutched at Aidan’s thick mane of hair. “No! I’m telling you, Aidan, we gotta stick together on this.”

“I do not know.” Aidan pretended to think about it, winking at Stefan as he twisted and turned to protect Joshua from Alexandria’s jumping attempts to reach the boy. “She looks pretty mad to me. I do not want her coming after me like that.” He shifted slightly, as if he might really turn the child over to his sister.

Alexandria pretended to spring at him, laughing wickedly. At the last second, Aidan turned to keep his body between her and Joshua. Joshua grabbed him even tighter, squealing in feigned alarm.

“I’m gonna tell her!” Joshua cried. “If you don’t save me, Aidan, you’re gonna go down, too!” His eyes were alight with mischief.

Alexandria stopped in her tracks and glared at Aidan. “You are a party to this mutiny?”

He attempted innocence. “I have no idea what the child is trying to accuse me of to save his own life.” His golden eyes were laughing, belying his words. “Remember, Alexandria, that a man will say anything to save his own skin.”

“Ha!” Joshua snorted. “You tell her, Stefan. It was all Aidan’s idea, and you helped, right?”

Alexandria faced the older man accusingly. “You, too? You were in on this blatant disregard for my orders?” She put her hands on her hips. “And it wasan order.”

The three males hung their heads in unison, looking for all the world like naughty little boys. “I am sorry, cara.”

Aidan took the blame squarely on his broad shoulders. “I could not resist the little creature.”

“Little? You call that little! It’s a moose!”

Stefan pushed out his chest. “No, Alexandria, it wasn’t Aidan. I saw the little thing, and young Joshua’s face was so bright, I just had to get it.”

“Little? Are we talking about the same animal here? That dog is not little. It is huge. Did either of you two pushovers take a look at the paws on that thing? They’re bigger than my head!”

Joshua burst out laughing. “No way, Alex. He’s really cute. You are gonna let me keep him, aren’t you? You just have to. Stefan says he’ll be a good guard dog someday. He says he’ll look after me and be a friend if I treat him right.”

“And in the meantime, he’s going to eat like a horse every day.” Alexandria swept a hand through her hair, her smile fading. “I don’t know, Josh. I barely make enough money to feed the two of us, let alone whatever that thing is.”

Aidan lifted the boy to the ground and circled Alexandria’s waist with one arm. “Have you forgotten, cara? You promised to marry me. I think I can cover the cost of the dog food.”

“You mean it, Aidan?” Joshua shouted, jumping up and down. “You mean it, Aidan? You’re really gonna marry Alex? And I can keep my dog?”

“You’d sell me out for a dog?” Alexandria demanded, catching Joshua around the neck in mock aggression.

“Not justa dog, Alex, but this neat house and Stefan and Marie, too. Plus, you won’t have to work for that bozo.”

“Bozo?” Alexandria turned slowly and regarded Aidan with glittering blue eyes. “Now, how would an innocent little boy come up with a descriptive word like that?”

Aidan smiled at her, a sweet, innocent smile that should have made her feel like laughing but instead sent heat curling through her body. She tilted her chin. “You’re lethal,” she accused him.

He framed her face with his large hands and lowered his head slowly, purposefully. “I would hope so,” he murmured right before his mouth claimed hers, sweeping her into their own private world.

But Alexandria was soon reminded they were not alone. “Holy moly,” Joshua said in a loud whisper. “Can you believe that, Stefan?”

“Never saw such a display,” Stefan admitted.

Chapter Seventeen

The sun was unusually large in the sky, gleaming a strange red. There was little wind, few clouds, and the ocean itself was tranquil, the surface like glass. Beneath the earth, a heart began to beat. Soil shifted, churned, then spewed like a geyser from the secret chamber beneath Aidan’s house.

He lay still, his great body drained of strength. Beside him, as silent and still as death, lay Alexandria. Aidan’s eyes snapped open, fury burning in their depths at the disturbance to his sleep. Outside his home, somewhere close, something evil lurked in the bright sunlight on the peaceful afternoon.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, his arms folded across his chest. He sent himself seeking outside his body and into the air itself. It took intense concentration and focus to be bodiless, completely without form. He moved upward through the chamber and passed through the heavy trapdoor. Passing through solids was disorienting, a strange wrenching of atoms and molecules, and Aidan mentally shook himself. He had experimented with this process and often found the complete separation of body and mind difficult. In the other forms he took, his body was different but still with him. With only his mind and soul, his senses were altered. Sounds were strangely distorted, as he had no ears, and he couldn’t actually touch anything, passing straight through it if he tried, causing a slightly sickening sensation. As he had no stomach, the nausea was even stranger.

Yet it was imperative to stay completely focused; it was essential not to allow himself to be disturbed by the unwanted sensations. He traveled along the rock tunnel deep within the earth. It always seemed so narrow, his shoulders nearly brushing the sides, but without his body, the space was enormous, another sensory distortion.

He passed through the door leading to the basement. Already the dark, oppressive evil that had awakened him deep within the earth was filling the air with its stench.

Aidan proceeded through the basement door into the kitchen of his home, warped vibrations and tones seeming to bounce through his being before he could identify them as Joshua’s laughter, Marie’s musical voice, Stefan’s deeper baritone. The knowledge that the three were still safe gave him a measure of comfort. Whatever was in the air, whatever was stalking those he loved, had not penetrated the safeguards of his home.

The sun blazed through the huge windows, and Aidan instinctively veered away from the rays. He had no eyes, no skin to burn, but he felt the wrenching agony all the same. When every survival instinct screamed at him to go back to the safe, cool earth, far from the burning sun, the stench of evil impelled him forward.

Over the centuries, he had often lived in proximity to humans, more so than most of his kind, yet it never failed to astonish him that they had so few warning systems, or if they did, that they completely ignored them. The air was thick with the stench, the disturbance so great it had penetrated his chamber below the rich earth, intruding on his deep sleep. Yet Marie was singing in the living room as she dusted his jade collection, and Stefan was humming as he tinkered with an engine in the huge garage, one of his many hobbies. Aidan wanted to call to him, to warn him, but in his energy-consuming formlessness, he didn’t dare try. He moved through the garage and back into the house, homing in on Joshua in the kitchen.

The child was the obvious target of the madness aimed at both Alexandria and Aidan. Aidan sped toward him, the bright sunlight sapping his energy. His mind rebelled, flinching from the brilliant rays, but he forced himself through the light to reach the boy.

Joshua was playing with the puppy, his eyes dancing, his blond curls bouncing, the picture of boyish joy. He had no idea he was in deadly peril.

Even as Aidan observed, the dog ran to the door, whining softly, and Joshua glanced about, looking for Stefan or Marie, who had told him in no uncertain terms not to go outside. Snapping a leash on the puppy, he opened the door and rushed into the garden.

The heat of the sun pierced Aidan’s very soul. He felt as if he were on a skewer, roasting, burning. He followed the boy anyway, putting aside the pain.

“Come on, Baron,” Joshua insisted. “Hurry it up.” The little boy looked around again to make sure he was alone. “Baron’s a dopey name, but Stefan really wanted you to be called that. He says it will make you noble, whatever that is. I’ll ask Alexandria. She knows everything. I wanted to call you Alex. That would have made her laugh.”

“Joshua!” Vinnie del Marco appeared, his large frame intimidating, his arms folded, his face stern. “Weren’t you given orders? Soldiers get court-martialed for less than this.”

The air was thick with the stench now. Aidan could see that Vinnie felt safe in the garden as he teased the boy, the high wall around them, the security system in full force. He had no perception of the danger lurking so close. Vinnie bent to scratch behind the puppy’s ears.

A rush of wind, sound, and movement displaced Aidan, knocking him sideways as a blurred mass leapt the fence. A furred, powerfully muscled beast hit Vinnie squarely in the chest, its huge gaping jaws going for his throat.

“Run, kid! Get in the house!” Vinnie yelled just before the animal tore open flesh and sinew. Blood sprayed into the air, showering Joshua and the puppy as they stood frozen to the spot.

The boy said one word, whispered it softly like a prayer amid the ugliness. “Alexandria.”

A second animal hurtled over the wall and rushed at Vinnie, and its dripping fangs closed over his leg. With a vicious twist of its massive head, it audibly snapped bone, and Vinnie’s screams filled the air. Rusty charged around the corner, gun in hand, but Joshua was in his line of fire. A third animal sprang from the wall onto his back, teeth clamping tightly around his shoulder.

Aidan could hear Stefan running, but he knew the vampire had laid his trap all too well. The beasts were sacrificial pawns. Stefan would shoot them to save the two men from the crazed animals, but by then the human puppet moving over the wall had scooped up the terrified child and tugged him back over the wall. The air reverberated with gunfire, then with Stefan shouting to his wife.

“Call an ambulance, Marie, and get out here now! I need some help!” Stefan knelt beside Vinnie and tried to clamp the worst of the wounds pumping out the man’s life onto the ground.

“Joshua! Where is Joshua?” Marie cried when she joined him.

“He’s gone,” Stefan reported grimly. “He was taken.” Marie’s sobs faded behind him as Aidan followed the human and child. Joshua was thrown into the trunk of a car, and the puppet walked with the characteristic jerky motions of a vampire-induced trance to the driver’s seat. Aidan streamed in through the open window and hovered, but the puppet could not detect his presence. The vampire could not direct this assault while he lay beneath earth in the daylight hours, but he had implanted his orders into his minions’ minds before he had sought the safety of his lair.

The car swerved along the winding road, the driver drooling and staring vacantly ahead with the gaze of the possessed.

Aidan moved away from the abomination and into the trunk. Joshua lay in a stupor, the left side of his face swelling, his eye already turning black. Tears rolled down to his chin, but his sobs were silent.

Aidan concentrated, calling on all of his strength to communicate silently with the boy. Joshua, I am here with you. I will have you sleep. You will stay asleep until I come for you. When I say to you, “Alexandria needs to see your blue eyes,” you will know it is safe to awaken. Only then will you do so. The mind meld was draining, and he had so little energy during this terrible time of the day. He also needed to cast spells, the most intricate, dangerous ones Gregori had taught him. If the vampire was somehow able to rise before Aidan could return to the boy, it would take a time to unravel the spells, and Joshua would be safe from harm and further trauma in his sleep.

Aidan wove his spells as the car moved northward, toward the mountains. Toward Gregori’s new home, came the unbidden thought.