Текст книги " Dark Gold"

Автор книги: Christine Feehan

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Alexandria turned to glare at Aidan’s innocent face. “Thomas Ivan wouldn’t poison anyone.”

“In any case,” Aidan said in his gentle, compelling voice, “he’d be more likely to put the poison in something she drank, not something she ate. Much more efficient and likelier to hide any bitterness.”

“You would likely know,” Alexandria growled at him. “But stop encouraging Joshua to dislike Thomas Ivan. Evidently I’m soon going to be working for him.”

“Henry said Thomas Ivan was known as a rake—whatever than means, other than a garden tool—and that he was probably trying to get something besides your drawings from you,” Joshua informed her candidly.. A vision of Henry’s lifeless body rose up in Alexandria’s memory, and her grief was stark and gripping. Instantly she felt Aidan in her mind, soothing her, his soft, ancient chant providing a calming influence, an anchor allowing her to smile down at Joshua. “Henry sometimes said things that maybe weren’t quite the truth,” she managed. “He was a little colorful.”

“I do not know about that,” Aidan volunteered. “Henry seemed a pretty wise old man. I believe Thomas Ivan isinterested in more than your drawings. He was adamant and aggressive when he demanded to see you. Hardly the demeanor of someone searching only for an employee.”

Joshua was nodding his agreement solemnly, looking at Aidan as if he was the smartest man in the world.

Alexandria did kick Aidan’s shin; she couldn’t stop herself. “Stop being such a pain! I’ll never be able to counteract your influence if you keep this up. Joshua, Aidan is only teasing. He doesn’t really dislike Mr. Ivan, do you, Aidan?” she prompted, admonishing him with her eyes.

There was a small, telling silence as Aidan thought about it. “I would like to help you out, cara, but the truth is, I am of the same opinion as Henry and Joshua. I think Thomas Ivan is up to no good.”

Joshua puffed out his chest. “See, Alex, women just don’t know when a man is gonna try something.”

“Where in the world did you hear that?” Alexandria glared accusingly at Aidan.

“Henry,” Joshua said immediately. “He said most men are really no good and are usually after only one thing and that Thomas Ivan was known to be the worst of them all.”

“Henry had a lot to say, didn’t he?” Alexandria gave a little sigh.

Aidan nudged her, raising his eyebrows expectantly.

She tilted her chin, deliberately ignoring him. “We both loved Henry, Joshua, but he did have some strange opinions about things.”

Aidan nudged her again.

“What?” Sounding rather haughty, she put on her most innocent expression.

“Perfect example of how devious women can be, Joshua. Your sister practically accused me of filling your head with all kinds of ideas, and now she wants to pretend she did not make a presumption.” Aidan bent down and lifted Joshua, spiriting him from the room.

“Hey!” Alexandria trailed after them into a formal, elegantly appointed dining room, her mouth opening in speechless astonishment.

Aidan had an almost overwhelming urge to kiss that look right off her face. “Do you think she should apologize for jumping to conclusions, Joshua?”

“In your wildest dreams,” she denied. “You aren’t nearly as innocent as you’d have me believe.”

Joshua reached out and touched a bruise on the side of her chin. His eyes went to Aidan’s gold ones. “What happened to Alex’s face?” There was a hint of suspicion in his voice, and he seemed to retreat into some private torment.

“Aidan?” Instant fear caused Alex’s voice to tremble.

Aidan simply caught and held Joshua’s gaze with his own. His voice dropped an octave, becoming like pure running water rippling over the child, seeping into his mind. “You remember Alexandria falling because she was so weak with illness, do you not, Joshua? Remember? She ruined her beautiful suit when she fell on the path. You were very upset until I came and carried her to the big black car and brought her here to our home.”

Joshua was nodding in agreement, the suspicion and tormented look gone as quickly as they had come. Thankful, Alexandria held out her arms for the boy.

Aidan shook his head. “We will go into the living room and sit down before you hold him, piccola. You are still shaky.”

His voice felt like a caress, yet she knew it was a command. Velvet in iron. He was clearly in charge. She tried not to let it annoy her and meekly followed him down a wide hallway. She stumbled several times because, instead of watching where she was going, she was staring in awe around her. She had never been in a house as beautiful as this one. The woodwork, the marble floors, the high beamed ceilings, the paintings and sculptures were all magnificent. A Ming vase sat gracefully on an antique mahogany stand near a wide stone fireplace. Aidan had to catch her arm twice to keep her from walking right into a wall.

“It is customary to watch where you are going, cara mia,” he reminded her gently. “It is not as if you have never seen the house before,” he added wickedly to make her smile.

She made a face at him. “Don’t you think this is all a bit much? What if Joshua comes tearing through the house and knocks over the Ming vase? Somehow, I’m beginning to think we made a big mistake in accepting your hospitality. Some of these things are priceless.” Two could play at his game.

“I believe we already had this conversation,” he said smoothly, steering her into the living room. “We agreed that if Joshua broke anything, we would not cry over spilled milk.” His golden eyes gleamed at her, daring her to continue.

“Aidan, really, a Ming vase?” Horrified at the thought of destroying such a treasure, Alexandria considered grabbing Joshua and running from the house.

Deliberately Aidan leaned close so that his warm breath stirred the tendrils of hair falling over her ear. “I have had centuries to admire the piece. Losing it might give me the incentive to patronize a modern artist.”

“That is sacrilege. Don’t even think it.”

“Alexandria, this is your home. This is Joshua’s home. Nothing in it is as important as the two of you.” His golden eyes glittered at her as his gaze ran up and down her body. “Now sit down before you fall down.”

She swept a hand through the hair tumbling across her forehead. “Would you just try not to sound like a drill sergeant? It’s getting on my nerves.”

He looked unrepentant. “One of my annoying habits.”

“And you have so many.” Alexandria chose a leather recliner to curl up in, and at once she realized just how weak she really was. It felt good to sit even after a short walk. Joshua immediately came to sit in her lap, needing the closeness to her as much as she did to him.

“You look so white, Alex,” Joshua pointed out with a child’s candid nature. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

“I’m getting there, little buddy. It takes time. Do you like your room here?” She again examined him for marks.

“It’s great, really big. But I don’t like sleeping up there without you. It’s kinda toobig. Marie and Stefan let me sleep downstairs near them.” He hugged her bruised, lacerated neck and didn’t notice when she winced.

Aidan’s golden eyes narrowed to slits. With deceptive indolence he reached out a lazy hand and drew the child to his side. “We have to be careful of Alexandria for a while. Remember what I said? She needs tender care. It’s up to you and me to see that she gets it. Even when she rebels, as she’s thinking of doing now.”

“I’m okay,” Alexandria said resentfully. “If you want to sit on me, Joshua, of course you can. “ No one, except her, told Joshua what to do.

Joshua shook his head, his blond curls bobbing in the way that always made her heart melt. “I’m big, Alex, not a baby. I want to take care of you. That’s my job.”

She raised her eyebrows. “I thought I was the one in charge.”

“Aidan says you only think you’re in charge but that we have to let you think that because women like to think they’re in control, but men have to protect them.”

Her blue eyes met golden ones over the blond curls. “He said all that, did he? That’s a lot of thinks, Joshua. I amin charge, not Aidan.”

Joshua smiled conspiratorially at Aidan. Aidan mouthed, “I told you so.” Both looked at her in complete innocence, their expressions so similar, it unexpectedly turned her heart over.

Joshua moved closer to Alexandria, playing with the braid hanging over her shoulder. She could hear his heart beat, hear the blood pounding and surging through his young body. All at once she was aware of the pulse beating in his neck. Every stroke, every beat. Horrified, she thrust him away from her and jumped to her feet, searching for a way out. She had to run as far and as fast as she could, away from Joshua. She was a monster!

Aidan moved so swiftly, she didn’t even see him coming, yet he was there with her, his arms surrounding her, holding her captive and still. “It is nothing, cara, only your heightened senses.” His voice was barely discernible, yet she heard him clearly. The tone was soft and gentle and calm. “Do not be alarmed.”

“I can’t risk being near him. What if you’re wrong? What if I still have the vampire’s blood in me? I couldn’t bear it if I harmed Joshua. I can’t be here with him.”

She kept her voice low, muffled against his chest, a whisper of sound that tugged at Aidan’s heart. He pulled her closer into the shelter of his arms, felt her relax instinctively against him. She didn’t trust him, didn’t know him, but her body did. “You could never harm the child, Alexandria, never. I know you feel hunger, that you are unusually weak. Your body has been through a tremendous ordeal, your mind has suffered a trauma, but nothing could ever induce you to harm Joshua. I know it absolutely.” His voice was soothing black velvet seeping into her mind, a balm.

She allowed him to hold her, to calm her, as she rested her head against his hard frame. She could hear his heart beating the same rhythm as her own. He was so calm, so gentle, his voice never rising, always so certain, so confident. A solid rock to lean on. Of their own volition, her lungs slowed to match his breathing pattern.

Aidan stroked her hair, massaging the nape of her neck as he drank in the scent of her. “Better now?”

She nodded and stepped away from him just as an older couple approached. Alexandria recognized the woman carrying a tray with two long-stemmed cut crystal wineglasses and three English bone china mugs. The man behind her carried a tray with a bottle of red wine and a pitcher of something steaming.

Marie flashed Alexandria a tentative smile. “It’s good to see you up and around. Are you feeling better now?”

Aidan’s hand on Alexandria’s neck tightened perceptibly. His thumb stroked across her pulse, once, twice, a gesture meant to soothe even as it served notice that he was in control.

Alexandria’s chin lifted. “I’m fine, Marie, thank you. It was good of you to try to help me while Aidan was gone.” She sounded sweet and polite, wishing the entire time that she could detect a hint of corruption in any of these people. She was determined not to like them, not to be drawn into their circle. She didn’t want to be lured into a trap by the silken web of this fantasy home, this place of beauty. The older couple seemed warm and giving, looking into each other’s eyes with love, looking at Aidan and Joshua—her Joshua—with great affection. She wanted to see none of it.

The trays were placed on the coffee table, and Aidan reached with lazy contentment for the bottle of wine. Marie poured hot cocoa from the steaming silver pitcher into three mugs. “Joshua loves his hot chocolate before bedtime, don’t you, honey?”

The boy eagerly accepted the mug and grinned mischievously up at Marie. “Not as much as you and Stefan do.”

Alexandria’s stomach was rebelling at the sight and smell of the chocolate. Aidan handed her a wineglass and filled it with the ruby-colored liquid. Even as she shook her head, he was pushing it toward her lips, his golden eyes staring directly into hers. “Drink it, cara.”

She felt as if she was falling forward into the fathomless depths of his eyes, mesmerized, hypnotized. She could feel him in her mind, a dark shadow pressing his will on her. You will drink it, Alexandria.

She blinked, then found the empty wineglass in her hand, her eyes locked with Aidan’s. He smiled, that flash of white teeth, lifted his glass to her in a small salute, and drained the contents. In total fascination, she watched his throat work. She could barely pull her gaze away from him. Everything about him was so sensual.

Alexandria tasted the sweetness, the addicting spice that seemed so familiar in her mouth, on her tongue. Aidan was watching her closely, with that unblinking stare of a predator. She turned away from him, close to tears, afraid to spar with him in case she made a fool of herself in front of the older couple. She was confused and tired and scared. She lifted an unsteady hand to push at her hair.

“Aidan says we can get a computer just for me,” Joshua blurted out.

Alexandria glanced at Aidan. He was pouring himself a second glass of “wine,” and he held up the bottle, offering her more. Everything in her demanded that she comply, so she backed away from him, shaking her head. Why was it so important to her to do as Aidan wanted? It was unlike her to follow anyone’s lead so blindly. It frightened her to think he had such power over her.

“You know, Joshua, we haven’t really had time to settle in and think about what we’re doing,” she cautioned, her eyes never leaving Aidan’s face. “We don’t even know yet if we’re going to stay here. This is more of a trial to see if we can all get along. Sometimes roommates just don’t work out, no matter how much they like one another.”

Joshua looked as if he might cry. “But it’s great here, Alex. I know we should be here. It’s safe here. And you can get along with me, can’t you, Aidan? I’m not too loud or anything.”

Aidan’s hand rested in the boy’s silky curls even as his golden eyes held Alexandria captive. “You know you aren’t. I like having you here, and I don’t expect us to run into any problems. Your sister is worried that the two of you might be extra trouble for Marie and Stefan, but I know better.”

Marie was nodding in agreement. “We love having you, Joshua. You brighten up the house. And boys are supposed to be loud.”

“Of course everyone would want you, little buddy,” Alexandria hastily assured her brother, making a supreme effort to free herself from Aidan’s mesmerizing golden gaze. “Sometimes adults can’t live together. I’m used to doing things my way, and Aidan is set in his medieval ways.”

“What’s medieval?” Joshua wanted to know.

“Ask Aidan. He’s good with answers,” she replied resentfully.

“ Medievalrefers to the days of knights and ladies, Joshua. Alexandria thinks I would have made a great knight. They were men who served their homeland with honor and always rescued and took care of fair maidens.” Aidan drained the contents of a third glass of ruby liquid. “A fitting description, and quite a compliment. Thank you, Alexandria.”

Stefan coughed behind his hand, and Marie hastily turned to look out the window.

Alexandria found a reluctant smile curving her soft mouth. “That’s not all I could call you, but for now, we’ll leave it at medieval.”

Aidan bowed formally from the waist, his golden eyes warming. She could drown in those eyes. His palm cupped the side of her face almost tenderly, the pad of his thumb sliding over her skin in a brief caress. “Sit down, cara mia, before you fall down.”

Alexandria sighed and did as he ordered, mostly because her legs were wobbly. She was certain it had nothing to do with being close to such an attractive, masculine man and everything to do with her recent ordeal with the vampire. No mere man could make her weak in the knees.

Aidan settled beside her on the couch, as Stefan had acquired the leather recliner since she had abandoned it. Aidan’s thigh brushed hers, sending a tremor rushing through her. His breath warmed her ear. “Fortunately, I am no mere man.”

“Stop reading my mind, you... you nightmare from a Thomas Ivan game.” It was the worst insult she could think of, but he only laughed softly, the sound in her mind, not in her ear. It was blatant seduction and wrapped her in heat.

“It’s very late, Josh.” She turned her attention to her brother to save herself. It was the only sane thing to do. “Time for bed.”

Aidan leaned even closer, his lips brushing her ear. “Little coward.”

“Ah, Alex, I don’t wanna go to bed. I haven’t seen you for days,” Joshua wheedled.

“It’s past midnight, young man. I’ll stay with you and read you stories until you fall asleep,” she promised.

Aidan stirred, a sleek movement of muscles, no more, but she felt the heavy weight of his disapproval. “Not tonight, Alexandria. You need rest, too. Marie can put the boy to bed.”

Marie was frantically signaling Aidan. She had already sensed Alexandria’s ambivalence toward her and knew most of it stemmed from the impression of her usurping Alexandria’s position with Joshua. Aidan was only making it worse with his dictatorial manner. As always, Aidan simply ignored what he didn’t want to see. He had no intention of allowing Alexandria to do anything he thought might be harmful to her. Aidan was used to having his way in all things.

“I don’t think you’re going to tell me what I can or can’t do with my own brother. I’ve been putting him to bed for years, and I intend to continue doing so. I’m certain Marie has no objections.” She glared a challenge at the older woman.

Marie smiled at her. “Of course not.”

Aidan took Alexandria’s fist, gently pried open her fingers, and laced his through hers tightly enough that she knew better than to fight his grip. “I am the one to object, piccola, not Marie.” His voice was gentle enough to melt a heart of stone. “I am responsible for your health. You are weak yet and need to rest. Tomorrow or the next night will be plenty of time for you to take back your job.” He turned to look at Joshua. “You will not mind if Marie puts you to bed tonight, will you?”

“I can go to bed all by myself,” Joshua bragged. “But I do like Alexandria’s stories. She always tells me one after she reads me a book. Her stories are always better than the book.”

“Not like her cooking?” Aidan asked.

Joshua wisely did not reply.

“I can cook.” Alexandria felt she needed to defend her domestic abilities in front of Marie.

“No one microwaves quite like Alexandria,” Aidan teased her.

“As if you would know,” she said scornfully. The aroma from the wine bottle was drifting up to her, beckoning, causing hunger pangs so intense, she was almost unable to control her instinct to reach for it.

“Leave her alone, Aidan,” Marie admonished. She had never heard him tease before, and it was something she found welcome and astonishing. But they were all on thin ground with the newcomer, and Aidan had to keep Alexandria with him to survive. They all had to tread cautiously, to be careful not to drive her away.

Perversely, Alexandria didn’t want Marie to stand up for her. She didn’t want to like the older woman. She wasn’t going to like any of them. She absolutely would not. And why did she have to be so aware of Aidan’s body against hers, the strength in his fingers? She didn’t have to be afraid of him any longer. What more could he do to her? She was already the walking dead, wasn’t she? She was going to defy him.

He brought her knuckles to his mouth, whispering, “No, you are not. And the silly things you think. ‘The walking dead.’ Where do you come up with this nonsense?” His mouth brushed her skin, sending darts of fire racing over her nerve endings. “Allow me to guess. Thomas Ivan.”

“Maybe he does use that term. I don’t remember.”

“Is Mr. Ivan the gentleman who came to see Miss Houton?” Marie inquired cautiously.

“Call her Alexandria, Marie. This is not a formal household, and you are no servant. You are my family and friend.”

“Please do,” Alexandria seconded at the pressure on her fingers.

“I would like us to be friends,” Marie said.

That made Alexandria feel small and petty. After all, this woman she was resenting was the one taking care of Joshua when she was unable to do so. Immediately on the heels of that thought came anguish, as a bit more of the truth slid into her brain. Her breath caught in her throat, and she fought for air, strangling, choking.

Aidan pushed her head down toward the floor. “Breathe, cara. It is not so difficult. In and out.

Keep breathing. Marie, please take the boy into the other room.”

“What’s wrong with my sister?” Joshua demanded, clearly rebelling.

Alexandria fought the madness swirling in her brain. She would not allow Joshua to be affected by this whole insane nightmare. She sat up and smiled at him, a bit pale, her smile tentative but there all the same. “I’m just a bit weak, like Aidan said. Perhaps he’s right, although I hate giving him the satisfaction, he’s so bossy lately. You go on with Marie, and I’ll just sit here until I feel well enough to get to bed myself.”

Joshua’s eyes lit up. “Maybe Aidan should carry you. He’s very strong. He could do it, you know, like in the movies.” He sounded eager.

“I could do that,” Aidan agreed, winking at Joshua.

He looked very sexy, enough that he seemed to rob her breath again. “I don’t think so.” Alexandria sounded firm.

Aidan suddenly stood, inhaling sharply, his attention clearly on something other than those in the room. Alexandria felt it, too. A disturbance in the air, a dark, creeping evil moving slowly but surely toward them. It spread like a dark stain over the sky, the air thickening until it was difficult to breathe. A low murmur began in her mind, the words foreign, beckoning, impossible to understand, but she knew their significance. Something was tugging at her, attempting to draw her outside.

A sound escaped her lips, an inarticulate cry of terror, so muffled it was nearly nonexistent, but Aidan turned his golden eyes to her immediately. Horrified, Alexandria clutched his arm. He ‘s out there, she thought in terror. She dragged Joshua to her protectively, inadvertently clutching him too tightly.

Do not alarm the child, cara.The voice in her mind was calm and soothing, so gentle it reached into the chaos of fear and found strength. Hecannot enter this house. He does not know for certain you are here. He is seeking to draw you out.

Alexandria kept her fingers curled around Aidan’s wrist, needing the contact with him. She took a deep breath and smiled down at Joshua. He was looking up at her with curious blue eyes, wondering at her sudden gesture. Marie and Stefan were staring at her, alert.

Aidan gently pried Alexandria’s arm from around the child. “Marie, you and Stefan should close down the house at once, then put Josh to bed.”

There was command in his voice, and the couple reacted instantly. They had been through an attack before and knew the danger, even though they couldn’t detect it as Aidan and Alexandria could. They hurried Joshua through his good-nights and began to usher him from the room.

“Keep Joshua with you tonight. I must go out,” Aidan instructed them. Then he touched Alexandria’s face with gentle fingers. “ Cara,I have to go out and remove this threat. You will stay here. If anything happens to me, take the boy and go overseas to the Carpathian Mountains. Find a man named Mikhail Dubrinsky. Stefan and Marie will help you. Promise me you will do this. “ It is the only way Joshua will be truly safe. He did not inform her yet that their bond was already strong enough to endanger her if he were to die. Aidan did not even allow the possibility to enter his mind. He could not die. Would not allow it, now that he had reason to live.

There was something so compelling in his voice, in his eyes, in the push at her mind, that Alexandria reluctantly nodded. As divided as she was in her opinion of what Aidan Savage was, of who he was, and what his intentions toward her were, she did not want him to leave the house and face whatever was out there.

“I thought Paul Yohenstria was dead.” She whispered the words, the fear in her a living, breathing entity.

He is dead, cara. This is another.The words were in her mind only, and for the first time she recognized the bond between them. He could talk to her at will, enter her mind, and see her thoughts. As you are able to do with mine. Reach for me, and you will find me at any time. I must go now.

Alexandria tightened her hold on him, unwilling for him to go out into the thick cloud of evil surrounding the house. “If it is not Yohenstria, then what is out there?” She was trembling, not even attempting to hide it from him.

“You know, Alexandria. You already know there are others.” Aidan bent his head and brushed the top of her silky hair with his mouth, lingering for just a moment to breathe in her scent. “Do not leave the safety of this house.” It was a clear order.

Alexandria nodded. She had no intention of going out to face another evil creature. How many of them were there? How had she gotten into this endless nightmare? How far did she trust Aidan Savage?

She watched him stride away from her, complete confidence in every line of his powerful body. He never turned his head, never once looked back at her. He moved with the silent precision of a predator, already stalking his prey. Fear for his safety curled in her stomach. She should be rejoicing. She was free of him for the moment. She could take Joshua and run away, far from this place, far from this city, where none of his kind could ever follow them. Yet the thought of never seeing Aidan again was suddenly as terrifying as being in his possession.

Alexandria followed Aidan to the door. As he went out, she was left staring at the heavy oak door he closed behind him. It was quite beautiful, with intricate stained-glass panels unlike any she had ever seen before. But her mind could not focus on anything. Not the artistry of the glass, not even Joshua. It registered only the bleakness of her existence without Aidan.

She stood there, alone and frightened, trembling with fear for him. She could feel the heavy shadow moving away and knew that Aidan was drawing the danger away from the house, away from Joshua, away from Marie and Stefan—and away from her.

She closed her eyes and concentrated, seeking him, seeking the truth of Aidan’s words. She found him in fierce battle, his mind a red haze of joy in the hunt. She felt his pain as claws raked his chest. She clutched her own chest, her heart pounding.

Aidan was so powerful, she had never really expected him to be injured. She tried to study her sensations, to look for the danger to Aidan. Whatever, whoever, was out there was creating illusions, multiplying, using his ability to confound Aidan and keep him off balance. The attacks were swift and brutal, then gone so quickly, Aidan couldn’t retaliate. She could sense his confusion and growing consternation.

Alexandria probed farther into the darkness. Something was very wrong. Aidan, assaulted from all sides, could not discern the nature of his attacker the way she could from the sanctuary of the house. The illusion the creature out there was fabricating was too thick, too evil. Then she knew what to do. “Aidan.” She whispered his name aloud, everything in her going completely still. She could not allow him to die. She didn’t know why she felt that way, but she knew it in her deepest soul.

She reached again for his mind, waited until she could penetrate the red haze, until she could gather her strength and focus. As she did so, Aidan struck hard and fast at his opponent, and she got an impression of a stream of bright red blood and a howl of haunting fear.

Behind you, Aidan. The danger is behind you. There is another. Get out of there!She screamed the warning to him in her mind but was sure it was too late. She felt the impact as he was struck, the blow meant to kill, raking his throat, his stomach, his thigh. But Aidan hadturned at her frantic call, so that the second attacker could not deliver the mortal blow he expected.

Alexandria could feel the pain slicing through Aidan, but he remained calm and cool under the onslaught. His own speed was incredible, and he used it almost blindly, slashing at his assailant as he turned to face him. His blow was delivered with deadly precision. Even as the vampire fell away from him, flopping to the ground screaming, the first attacker took to the air, clutching his own wounds as he retreated.

“Stefan!” Alexandria called out with surprising authority. “Get the car—now! Bring it around to the front. I can find him.”

“Aidan does not want you leaving the house,” Stefan said as he approached her, but his hand was already going to the keys in his pocket.

“Well, that’s just too bad. His majesty is hurt and unable to make his way home. He can yell at both of us later, but we can’t leave him out there to bleed to death. Which, by the way, is what he’s doing.” Alexandria gave Aidan’s man her coolest stare. “I’m going after him with or without you.”

Stefan nodded. “Of course I will come with you. But he’ll be very angry with us.”

Alexandria flashed a smile of camaraderie. “I can take it if you can.”

Hear me, cara. I cannot make it home this night. Go to the chamber, and I will attempt to come to you tomorrow night.He was trying to hide his pain from her, to cover the fact that he was dragging himself to shelter, trying to find a piece of ground he could safely open to crawl into.

Just stay put, Aidan. I’m coming for you.

Do not! There is great danger to you. Stay in the house!

Give it up. I’ve never been very good at minding anyone. In case my little brother neglected to inform you, I’ve been the boss for years. Stefan is with me, and we’re already on our way, so just stay put and wait for us.

She followed Stefan to the driveway, her eyes jumping to the gun in his hand. He was searching the sky, clearly half expecting an attack from that direction.

“I don’t feel any of them close by, but the air is thickening around Aidan. We have to hurry. One of them is dead or dying, but the other is returning to finish the job.”