Icy fingers crept down her spine. Very, very slowly, Val turned his head toward her, but he made no sound. His eyes, piercing cold, black as ice in a violent storm. She didn’t know if he saw her, but he felt her presence. You will survive this. She used the common pathway she’d picked up from Tariq’s mind. So will the child. She needed to give him that reassurance. Liv’s survival was more important to him than his own. She didn’t know how she knew that, only that she did.
Instantly, Vadim roared with rage, and Fridrick renewed his frenzied gulping. Sergey turned around sharply in a circle searching for an unknown presence. She let Val go abruptly, afraid she was making things worse for him. Had they heard her as well? Of course. It was a rookie mistake. The vampires had once been Carpathians. Of course they would hear anything said on that particular path. She’d whispered it. Poured truth into it. Now the monsters were alerted not only to her presence but also to the fact that Val survived. She hoped they would eventually think her whispered words had been false.
She backed away from the cage, careful not to touch any living thing. She needed to get to Liv, to assure her, to make certain the child knew she would be saved. Stepping into the next room, she saw the child on the floor, the hideous puppet tearing at her flesh in a feeding frenzy. Vadim, Fridrick and Sergey rushed past her, Fridrick nearly hitting her as he dashed through the room where a monster was feeding on a child, to the safety of the labyrinth of tunnels. The human men followed, the last two glancing down, slowing, as if they might intervene.
Vadim’s voice boomed. Quickly, they’re coming. Now is our chance to get her.
Firm hands yanked at her. She was turned into a hot embrace, a hard body radiating such heat it nearly burned her skin. A mouth crushed hers under it. The tunnel was gone and she was left freezing, shivering uncontrollably, her body icy, so cold her insides felt like shards of icicles that could shatter at any second.
It took a moment to realize Tariq held her tight against his body. His arms surrounded her and his head was down so that he could whisper in her ear, reassuring her, talking so softly she didn’t think she would understand the words. It took a moment to realize she couldn’t yet hear him because part of her was still in the cold, dark past.
Her legs barely held her up and she burrowed closer to the heat of Tariq’s body. Clinging, when she wasn’t a woman to cling. Crying when she wasn’t a woman to do that anywhere someone could see. She couldn’t stop the terrible tremors or the continuous shivering any more than she could the tears.
Tariq wrapped Charlotte in his arms, holding her close, her ear over his heart, while it pounded with fear for her. He realized when he waited for her to return that somehow she actually managed to go back into the past when she touched an object. He knew astral projection was possible, but to actually go to a specific place in the past and hear and feel what was happening around her was far too dangerous. He’d never heard of astral projection taking one’s spirit to the past.
Instinctively he knew she shouldn’t interact with those from the memory she had accessed. The longer she remained in the memory, the more withdrawn and cold her body had become. Her skin felt like ice and she was barely breathing until it had reached the point where he felt desperately terrified for her. When he’d caught her by her arms and forced her head up, her eyes were blank, and that had been the last straw.
“I should never have put you through that.” Allowed her to put herself in such a position. He was asking this woman, the one woman, his miracle, to join him in a world that would be terrifying for her. He’d spent lifetimes in it. Centuries. Taking blood to survive, sleeping in the ground, hunting the vampire, all of that was familiar to him. Not one single aspect of his world was comfortable to a woman raised in the modern world. Not. One. Single. Thing.
She didn’t move, just took the shelter and comfort he offered, her hands fisting in his shirt. “You had to know. I had to know. The enormity of this . . .” She broke off, drew a ragged breath into her lungs and held on tighter. “It’s so unreal. You’ve lived with this knowledge, that you could become—that—a monster like no other.”
Tariq’s heart stuttered at the sound of her voice. Soft. Distressed. In tears but trying to hide them. Her body trembled against his, shivering continuously, probably without her knowledge. Stroking a caress through her silky hair, he cupped the back of her head and held her to him.
“Coming into my world means dealing with vampires and their puppets. With their cruelty.” He hated that for her. Hated that he needed her so much he knew he was going to bring her into his world no matter what. No matter that she deserved different—a good man who would worship the ground she walked on. The thought of it set his teeth on edge. He tightened his hold on her. He’d lived with honor for centuries. In his world, the male was born imprinted with the ritual binding words that tied his lifemate to him for all time. It was done. No reversing it. No going back.“I’m sorry for that, sielamet. I’m not sorry that I found you, or that I claimed you, but I am sorry that you have had to see and feel the things you have.”
“It made no difference to them if it was a child or a woman or a man.” Charlotte continued to whisper, as if saying anything too loud, admitting vampires existed, made them all the more real to her. “Fridrick murdered my brother and Genevieve’s grandmother.”
“I know,” he answered just as softly. He looked around him, up at the crumbling ceiling of the tunnel. “I’m sorry.” Meaning it. Knowing that she wouldn’t be able to separate him from his world. He was solidly in it, regardless of the trappings of humans. The club. His clothes. The way he deliberately lived among them.
Charlotte’s body stiffened, and she tilted her head to look up at him. To meet his gaze. He was a little shocked by what he saw there. Tears still swam in her eyes, turning the color a deep emerald. Little droplets clung to her long lashes. But there was steel there. Pure strength. She didn’t look at him like a woman defeated. She didn’t look as if she blamed him for bringing her into the insanity that was his world.
“Fridrick murdered my brother and Genevieve’s grandmother,” she repeated. “I was already in your world, Tariq, only I had no idea what I was facing. I was at a huge disadvantage. Now I’m not. Now I have you and the others, and this time, I found his weaknesses. All of their weaknesses. Never tell me you’re sorry for bringing me into your world. I was already there and you saved me. Fridrick would have taken both Genevieve and me in the parking garage had you and your friends not come along.”
He couldn’t deny the truth of that, but still, she surprised him with her acceptance of him. For him, the time was so slow. He’d searched for her for too long, and he knew the moment she gave him back the light for his soul. He knew she was his everything. It wasn’t the same for her. She was human and he was moving her fast into his world.
He could tell himself—and her—that it was to keep her safe, but the truth was far different. He wanted her for himself and he wanted to ensure she was with him. He didn’t want her on the surface while he was in the ground. He wanted her body pressed close to his while they slept. He wanted to wake up with her in his arms.
Now, with his fierce little warrior glaring up at him, he knew she was strong enough to accept the children he cared for, as well as Emeline and Mary and Donald Walton. His motives for bringing her into his world didn’t matter to her. She had made her decision, and she trusted him with her life and the lives of the two people she held dear—Lourdes and Genevieve.
“We have to hurry and get out of here,” she murmured softly. “I need to see the rest of it, but I want to go fast. I feel . . .” She broke off, looking around her, apprehension pouring off of her. He isn’t entirely gone. I feel him. Vadim. It was his voice talking to me and now I feel as if he’s crouched there inside me, watching and waiting until I make a mistake.
She communicated with him on their more intimate path, but Tariq immediately relayed the message to the others sifting through the rubble.
There is no need for her to see these dead women or feel what was done to them, Dragomir said. There has to be a blood bond between your woman and Vadim. Find the source, Tariq, or she will become a liability we cannot afford.
Tariq went very still, the predator in him uncoiling. Unsheathing claws. The threat was there. Dragomir was ancient. Extremely dangerous. He had been one of the ancients, so powerful and deadly that he had locked himself in the monastery with others like him. They could no longer be in the world and have those around them be safe. They were considered the most dangerous Carpathians living, which made them the most dangerous creatures on the face of the earth.
Dragomir and the others believed it was dishonorable to seek the dawn rather than give in to the never-ending whispers of temptation. When even those whispers stopped and there was only a dark void of nothing, they knew too many kills had destroyed them. They had no hope, no memories, nothing but their honor and strength to keep them from killing anything that came near them.
Dragomir was of the old school, unused to the modern ways, and he believed their women would follow where their men led. He had recently left the monastery because he’d been given renewed hope that his lifemate existed and was in the United States, specifically California. He had stopped on his way north to aid Tariq when the call went out for aid against Vadim. Tariq no longer knew if that was a good thing. Dragomir would be hard to kill, even with several experienced hunters close.