Текст книги "Black Moon"

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Nobody ever had before. Why should now be any different?

Even Mac had left without speaking to him further. No reason she should’ve stayed after the way he’d spoken to her. Aric had been right and Kalen had been too angry to listen.

Now he was alone in the empty corridor, longing for companionship. He’d give almost anything for the joy of the easy friendships these guys shared. Not to mention a beautiful mate like Jax and Aric had found. It seemed those dreams were to remain forever out of his reach.

“Don’t you have anything to say about that?” he asked Malik bitterly.

The bastard didn’t respond, though. At that moment, he would’ve given anything for companionship, even the slimy Unseelie’s, because then he wouldn’t be so alone.

Which was, no doubt, exactly what Malik had planned.

And that was the most frightening thought of all.

Three

Kalen tossed in his bed, twisting in tangled sheets.

The night was too hot, the room stifling. He’d lowered the thermostat in his quarters, but it hadn’t helped. The cotton sheets clung to his overheated skin, sticky and miserable. For hours he’d fought for oblivion, but it remained elusive. He was restless.

So alone.

Can’t sleep?

“You’re quite the detective,” he said sarcastically to the damned Unseelie. “What do you care? And don’t the Fae sleep, either?”

A deep sigh sounded from somewhere outside, in the shadows. I care more than you know, and I rarely require sleep. Come to me, boy. I want to show you something.

A chill slithered across Kalen’s skin, despite the uncomfortable heat. The Unseelie sounded almost . . . friendly. Was this a new approach to try to worm his way into Kalen’s confidence? “No, thanks. There’s not anything you’ve got that I want to see.”

You’ll feel differently once you see it.

“Feeling sure about that, huh?”

What I’m certain of is that you’re alone. That you’re tired, so tired of walking through your existence with no one by your side who understands you.

“And you think you do?” Kalen asked tightly.

Yes. I know you better than you realize.

“What the hell does that mean?”

I’ll show you. Come.

“Go to hell.”

A darkly amused chuckle floated in the air. That’s not exactly an effective threat. While you’re straining your mind for a more original insult, get out of bed and join me. You have nothing to lose. Deep inside, you know I’m right.

The words filled him with despair. It didn’t matter that he recognized the tactic the Unseelie was using—find the point of weakness in the prey and strike. Kalen’s point of weakness also happened to be the truth.

He’d been alone and adrift since his grandmother died, not long after the day she’d given him the pendant. Ever since, he’d struggled to rise above the hatred, indifference, and ridicule thrown at him daily. It was hard to say which one hurt most.

With Kalen’s grandmother no longer an obstacle, his father’s abuse had worsened by leaps and bounds. Especially toward Kalen’s mother. On that last, terrible night, Dave Black had started beating her for some small infraction, and the sight of her cowering under his blows, crying out, made something snap in Kalen’s soul. He’d shifted into his panther form for the very first time and leaped onto his father, fully intending to rip out his throat. Only his mother’s screams for him to stop spared the bastard his fate.

When Kalen had shifted back, his gratification at seeing dear old Dad’s terror was brief. The bastard’s fearful expression quickly morphed into outright, seething hatred. He ordered his son gone from the house immediately, and he was to take nothing with him.

Kalen’s mother had remained silent, letting it happen. And his heart had broken.

That was his first experience with hatred. There’d been plenty of ridicule—Aric wasn’t the first to call him a freak, to act like Kalen didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as regular people. A recent run-in with a group of backwoods assholes at the Cross-eyed Grizzly came painfully to mind. And yeah, Mackenzie had witnessed that incident, too.

But now that he thought about it, the indifference might just be the worst. He thought of years of walking busy highways and lonely back roads. Everyone passing him by, no one caring where this drifter might be headed or what had brought him so low. Not one hand extended in welcome.

Until Nick Westfall had offered him a job with the Alpha Pack and a place to stay. Maybe—

Boy, don’t get sentimental about the commander’s gesture,Malik sneered . You know as well as I that the man would’ve shown you the door weeks ago if you hadn’t been of use to his team. Deny it!

He couldn’t, and misery swamped him anew. “I’m nothing but a tool to you, too. You’re no different from Nick, if that’s the argument you’re going with.”

I have something far greater to offer you, young Sorcerer. Something you long for badly that he can never give to you. Come and see, pet. Once you do, you’ll be free to go if you wish.

“I don’t believe you,” he gritted. “You’ll probably hold me prisoner or something.”

No. I won’t need to take such a drastic step.

Again, there was the ring of truth. Kalen was chilled, fear taking root deep in his soul. What could Malik possibly have that made him so confident Kalen would join him? What did Kalen want so badly that he’d give in to the darkness, as his grandmother had feared?

Acceptance,Malik said gently. And a place to belong.

Kalen’s pulse beat hard in his throat. “You can’t give me those things. You’re evil, and you’re lying.”

I’m neither—merely misunderstood, like you. Let me prove it.

The temptation was too much. Kalen rose from the bed and dressed, hands shaking. He was glad Malik couldn’t see them. After donning the jeans and T-shirt from earlier, he pulled on his boots and slipped from his quarters.

Moving as silently as possible, he made his way down the corridor to the compound’s recreation room. Once there, he crossed to the door leading outside and soon found himself standing in the grassy area at the back of the building where the guys played football and other games to pass their free time.

Positive he’d escaped without being spotted, he strode for the edge of the forest. Once shielded from view by the cover of the trees and surrounding gloom, he took a deep breath and relaxed, calling his panther.

The beast responded with a glad roar at being free. It had been much too long. He hit the ground on all fours, lifted his nose to the air. The scents were much sharper in this form, the earth more pungent. Rich. He caught the scent of animals, too, small ones that would make tasty snacks, but he resisted the hunt. Tonight he had a different purpose.

His panther ran, exulting in stretching his limbs. In the simplicity of just being free. He’d often wondered if it might be better to live in this form forever, turning his back on humanity. It could be so easy.

Then again, perhaps not. The man inside craved acceptance, and unfortunately, Malik was right. He was curious to see what the male thought he had to offer. Even more puzzling, he sensed no imminent physical threat from the Unseelie. Why?

That question nagged him all during his run. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but simply followed the pull that told him this was the right direction. The nearer he got to Malik, the stronger the force drawing him in.

He should’ve been alarmed once he passed beyond the boundaries of the wards he’d placed around the Pack compound, but he wasn’t. For miles he ran, well into the Shoshone National Forest, far past where any hunter or camper would dare to venture.

At last he came to a clearing, and in that space stood a cabin nestled in the trees. Not a small, quaint one, either. The structure was made of logs, and a covered porch traversed the front and wrapped around both sides. The place was grand, like a hunting lodge a millionaire might own, which made sense. Malik was posing as the wealthy Evan Kerrigan.

Then again . . . the cabin was too far from civilization to be part of Malik’s human cover. In fact, there was something different about this place. Something other. He became aware of a vibration along his nerve endings, sort of like a current, but one that caused him no discomfort. Immediately he identified the source—dark magic.

And it wasn’t just coming from the cabin and surrounding area. No, this place wasmagic itself. A beautiful illusion created by a master of the dark arts, cloaked from all except those to whom Malik wished it known. He couldn’t help but admire the skill involved in maintaining the facade.

But is it a facade if you can see and touch it, boy? I can disappear at will, so am I therefore not real?

Kalen shifted back to his human form, his clothes reappearing on his body. Quite a handy ability that none of the other guys possessed.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you vanish for good and we’ll find out?” he muttered.

An amused laugh greeted Kalen’s terse words, and a dark figure stepped onto the porch from inside. Backlit in the cabin’s doorway, the man—or rather, the Unseelie disguised as a man—was very tall.

“Come inside, young Sorcerer,” Malik said, gesturing him forward. “Let’s have a nightcap to cure our insomnia.”

The other male turned and went inside. Wary, Kalen followed him. Just because the Unseelie exuded a false sense of normalcy didn’t mean Kalen was stupid. His years on the street had taught him that a friendly gesture always came with a catch.

And nothing about this creature was normal.

Mounting the porch steps, he trailed Malik into the cabin and took a surprised look around. Somehow he’d expected stark coldness and “evil” stamped on every surface. But the interior was the epitome of warm, rustic luxury. Dark leather furniture and plush throw rugs dotted the living space. A large stone fireplace graced most of the far wall, and an adjacent wall sported a walk-in wet bar.

“How civilized,” he commented drily as Malik rounded the bar.

“Isn’t it? And here you likely expected a dreary cave full of bats.” The Unseelie reached for an expensive-looking bottle of Cognac and then removed two crystal highball glasses from the shelf. Smiling faintly, he poured them each a couple of inches of the liquor and then brought them both into the living area. He handed Kalen a glass. “Please, sit.”

Kalen remained standing for a few beats longer, studying the creature who could pass for any human man. An exceptionally good-looking one. The form he’d taken as Evan Kerrigan was a few inches taller than Kalen’s six or so feet, and he was well muscled without being ripped. Black hair dusted his shoulders and framed an angular face set with midnight blue eyes and a strong jaw. It was no wonder the creature had managed to seduce everyone who’d crossed his path.

He appeared to be anything but a monster.

There was an innate sexuality that radiated from the male’s very pores. Although, despite the Unseelie’s seductive approach, Kalen could honestly say he knewMalik’s focus was not really directed at him in a sexual way—though he couldn’t say howhe knew—the bold scrutiny in the other’s steady gaze unnerved him nonetheless.

“What are you so hot to show me?” Kalen asked, getting to the point.

“First I’d like to talk to you. Sit, please.” Malik took a seat in a large wingback chair near the fireplace, stretching his long legs out in front of him and crossing them at the ankles. Casually sipping his Cognac, he presented the picture of cozy, urbane charm.

It couldn’t last.

Slowly, Kalen lowered himself to the sofa across from the Unseelie and sniffed at the liquor. Reaching out with his magic, he could discern no spell placed on the drink. He took a sip and found it to be safe. But he knew better than to relax.

“This is good stuff,” he said.

“Only the best for you.”

“You sound as though you mean that.”

“I do.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve waited for this moment for what seems like ages.” Those piercing eyes bored into his.

Kalen shifted uneasily. “The way you said that . . . it’s almost as if you know me.”

“As well as I know myself,” the Unseelie replied softly.

Something about that statement, Malik’s tone, made every hair on his body stand on end. “That’s not possible.”

“It’s as possible as the cabin you’re sitting in quite comfortably, where no cabin should be.”

“Is this how it’s going to be? You talking in riddles the whole time? I don’t know what the hell I thought coming here would accomplish.” Self-preservation raised its head. He started to rise, eager to get out of there, but Malik held out a hand.

“Hear me out. Don’t you want your questions answered?”

Yes, he did. Badly. He doubted prying them from the fucker would be as easy as that, but he sat again, reluctantly. “All right. Let’s start with why you want to hurt innocent people.”

Malik affected a solemn expression, like a doctor about to tell someone he had a terminal illness. “Innocence is more of an illusion than anything my magic could possibly create. The sole innocent creatures are newborns, and all are eventually lost to temptation. There are no exceptions to this rule.”

“You’re wrong. My mother was innocent,” he refuted tightly.

A flash of anger lit the Unseelie’s eyes, then was quickly masked. “No. Your mother was weak. She did not protect you from the worm you called ‘Father.’”

He sucked in a breath. “How do you know that?”

“She feared for herself more than she cared to protect her child, and that makes her among the most loathsome of her kind. I saw how she cowered while he beat you senseless, time after time. I saw how she ultimately handed your fate to David Black, allowed him to toss you into the street like a sack of refuse.”

“And why the hell didn’t you intervene, if you cared so much?” He glared at the Unseelie.

“I had to wait. It wasn’t time.”

“Wait for what?”

“For you to take your rightful place as my apprentice. To rule at my side.”

“I was homeless, you fucker,” he hissed. “I had to turn tricksto survive. You couldn’t have contacted me a helluva lot sooner—like, say, when I was a scared teenager with not one person on earth to turn to?”

“I couldn’t get near you, boy,” Malik snapped, scowling. “The old woman made certain of that.”

“Grandma?” The Unseelie waited for him to put it together. “The amulet. She said it would protect me from harm, no matter how great the evil. Hold up. Did she mean you, specifically? Did you know my grandmother?”

Kalen moved to the edge of his seat, gripping the highball glass so hard his knuckles whitened. He tried to push down the panic beginning to seize his lungs. What the fuck did all this mean?

“Yes, I knew Ida. She was a thorn in my ass for many centuries.”

“Wait. What?” Kalen took a generous gulp of his Cognac, trying to get a hold on the conversation. “Centuries? You—you’re lying.”

“Hardly. Ida May Ventura was a four-hundred-twenty-three-year-old Seelie, and a very powerful one. Well, until her final days, anyway.”

Eyes wide, Kalen stared at Malik, speechless. For several long moments he could do nothing but process what the Unseelie was really, truly telling him. Shock held him immobile.

“Are you saying . . . that I’m Fae?”

“Down to your last drop of blood. Sorcerers are not mere humans imbued with the gift of simple witchcraft.”

“Oh, God.” Mind spinning, he tried to assimilate this revelation.

“You’re a rare breed. Very few Fae are powerful enough to become Sorcerers,” Malik said, a slight smile playing about his lips. “Even I am not a Sorcerer.”

“That’s why you want me and why my power is valuable to you.”

“I won’t deny that as two Fae—a king and his second in command—we’ll be unstoppable together and that I can accomplish my goals much more quickly with you than not. But that’s not the only reason I desire your presence.”

“Why else, then?”

Malik shook his head. “You’re not ready to hear it yet. Soon.”

Okay, that missing piece of the puzzle would have to wait. Trying another tack, he asked, “How did you know my grandmother? What’s your connection to my family?”

“The Fae are not a vast people numbering in the millions,” he replied smoothly. “We had met.”

“Yeah, but you said Grandma was Seelie. You’re Unseelie. I seriously doubt she ran in your circles.”

“True. However, we hadcrossed paths all the same, arguing on opposite sides of issues before our royal courts.”

“All right. I’ll buy that for now. So why did she live her life posing as a human?” That she hadn’t entrusted him with her biggest secret cut deep. It hurt badly. He realized his mistake when Malik immediately used that emotion to his advantage.

Leaving his chair, the Unseelie moved next to Kalen on the sofa, sitting beside him. Turning slightly to face him, Malik set his glass of Cognac on the coffee table and laid a palm on Kalen’s thigh. The touch was surprisingly warm. Normally he would flinch, demanding the offender remove his hand as he’d done with Aric. But suddenly he was caught in the other male’s gaze. The warmth extended through his limbs, like sweet honey, fostering a sense of peace. Of belonging. Companionship.

All the things he’d longed for these many cold years.

“I don’t know why Ida made some of the choices she did, boy. I don’t know why she lied to you.”

Christ. It was true. His beloved grandmother had lied about something huge—the both of them being Fae.

“Maybe she wanted to protect me from something. . . .”

“Perhaps. But didshe keep you safe?”

“No,” he whispered, staring into the brown liquor in his hand.

“No,” Malik repeated. “She didn’t. All she managed was to keep you away from me, the one who could have taken you in after she passed on. Who could have fed and sheltered you. Cared for you. Instructed you properly in the arts—”

“The darkarts. She wanted to keep me from the dark arts, she said.”

“Foolish boy. I know you feel compelled to defend your beloved grandmother.” Again the squeeze. The sense of belonging. “There are no dark arts, merely dark uses. And we’ve already established that no one is innocent, no matter which side you’re on.”

“Maybe.” Another thought occurred to him. “Why don’t I have wings, like Sariel, if I’m Fae?”

Malik shrugged. “I don’t know. Perhaps you took after your mother.”

Kalen got the distinct feeling he wasn’t telling the whole truth. “Hmm. You say my grandmother was Fae, but she looked like any old woman to me.”

“Glamour. If she’d dropped it, I doubt she’d have appeared to be many years older than you are now.”

“Then how could she die? Aren’t Fae immortal?”

“Up to a point, we are. I’m guessing her life force was tied to the amulet. When she gave it to you, she accepted her death. She could also have been ill from using her glamour too long, living as a human who ages and gets sick. It’s all speculation. Who knows?”

“I gave the amulet away. Will I die now?”

“No,” Malik said firmly. “You won’t. If your life force was in fact tied to the pendant, it isn’t any longer. The link was severed the night you disobeyed your grandmother by taking it off.”

He’d always had the sense that he’d made a dire mistake when he’d first taken off the pendant. Not the night he and Mackenzie made love in the hotel room, but years before. He’d been barely eighteen and had slept with a much older woman who’d admired the pendant. And like an idiot, he’d ignored his grandmother’s warning. He’d set in motion something terrible and irrevocable that night.

“What?” He stared at Malik, stunned. “You were watching then, too?”

“I was.” His lips turned up. “You were a young man trying to impress that older woman you fucked, letting her try the thing on. As soon as it left your hand, I made certain to sever its hold on you forever. It will protect the wearer now, as your grandmother said, but without draining the person’s life force if removed or given away.”

“So, a few weeks ago you forced me to give away the amulet to my . . . my friend Mackenzie. But you did so knowing I wouldn’t be harmed by removing it.”

Except by Malik himself, of course.

“As I told you, I knew one day you would belong to me.” He paused. “I would have saved you from that harsh life years ago, when you first removed the pendant, but I didn’t act quickly enough.”

Kalen narrowed his eyes. “I thought you said you didn’t rescue me because I wasn’t ready.”

“You weren’t. But I would have anyway.” He sighed. “There. Now you have a confession of one of my failings.”

He wasn’t so sure. Was Malik lying, or telling the truth about his part in everything? Or confusing him with half-lies, half-truths? God, if that was the case, Malik was succeeding.

That missing piece of the puzzle, the part of the story Malik wasn’t yet telling him, nagged at him like a sore tooth. But he knew nothing would be gained on that score tonight even if he pushed. Instead, he brought the topic back to the original purpose of the visit.

“You wanted to show me something. To prove that you understand me and will stick beside me.”

“Indeed.” Malik paused, studying him intently.

He gave a humorless laugh. “Pardon me if I don’t believe your bullshit.”

“Why do you assume it’s bullshit, as you say?”

“Really?” He gaped at the Unseelie, incredulous. “You kill people.”

“So do you, and so does your whole team for that matter,” Malik pointed out. “I suppose that makes you all evil to a man.”

“Well, no, of course not! You’re the bad guy!”

“Me? Why?”

“Are you serious? Man, you keep shifters and humans in cages so the scientists who’re working for you—or for Kerrigan—can figure out how to splice their DNA and create super-shifter soldiers!”

“I don’t keep my test subjects in cages. They’re strictly volunteers.”

“I can’t believe you said that with a straight face.” He shook his head, pushed angrily to his feet and paced a few feet away to put distance between them. “I saw with my own eyes two of our team members being held in cages. They’d been tortured and experimented on, one of them for months!”

Malik stood, looking troubled. “Ah. You’re referring to Orson Chappell’s and Dr. Gene Bowman’s unfortunate decisions. They became a bit fanatical in their approach.”

“You don’t say,” Kalen mocked. “And you didn’t seduce or coerce them into performing the heinous shit they did in the name of science, I’m sure.”

“I didn’t, not that I expect you to believe me.”

“I don’t. You had to know what was going on.”

“Whether you believe me or not doesn’t change anything. And it certainly doesn’t change my goal, which I must say is a worthy one.”

“To create this perfect breed of super-shifters.”

“Yes.” The Unseelie’s eyes lit with excitement. “What if we could perfect a soldier whose supernatural abilities far exceed any of the humans’ weapons in existence? What if humans were no longer the top of the pyramid of intelligent life on earth? Can you imagine being a part of implementing the greatest fundamental change to civilization in the history of the universe? The soldiers would work for you and me, and the planet would belong to the Fae, shifters, vampires, and every other creature who’s had to live in the shadows for centuries. Like you and I have been forced to live.”

“That’ll never happen. Powerful men in history have tried shit along those lines and ended up with their heads on pikes.”

“ Menhave tried. Never an Unseelie king.”

Tired, he rubbed his eyes. “Show-and-tell time, Malik. Let’s see what you’ve got or I’m leaving.”

“I was getting to that before our little debate about what constitutes evil. And I happen to know that a bit of sacrifice is necessary for the greater good.” He held up a hand before Kalen could voice further argument. “We’ll put the super-shifter issue to rest for the evening. Follow me.”

“Where to now?” he muttered.

But the other male didn’t answer. Kalen followed the Unseelie through the house, turning over in his mind all the stuff Malik had told him. He still couldn’t grasp, well, any of it.

Jesus fuck, he was Fae. Like Sariel, Malik’s half Seelie–half Unseelie son and the Pack’s good friend. Maybe he could trust the guy to answer some questions for him discreetly. Once Sariel recovered and got over the fact that Kalen had been seduced into letting the witch loose, who then almost killed Sariel on his daddy’s orders. Yeah, the Fae prince would be happy to have a heart-to-heart with Kalen, become best buddies.

Right. That would happen.

Kalen was brought out of his thoughts when Malik reached a doorway off the kitchen. The doorway opened to a flight of stairs that led down. Right into a dark, creepy basement, it appeared.

Kalen balked. “You want me to go down there with you? I’ve seen this movie, and it didn’t end so good for the stupid hero.”

“I’m not going to harm you. You have my word.”

“I’m sure that promise is worth framing and hanging on the wall.”

Malik descended the steps, waving a hand as he passed. Several lights came on, and at least Kalen could see to the landing at the bottom. With a sigh, he went after the Unseelie. If he was making a mistake, this would likely be his last.

Kalen was completely unprepared for what he found.

In the center of the basement floor, hanging with his arms bound above his head, was a man he recognized. A big son of a bitch he’d met just once before—

That night, weeks ago, when the guy and his hick asshole buddies had attacked Kalen at the Cross-eyed Grizzly.

Billy Beer Gut.