"Madoc, stop." Nika"s voice was soft and weak, but the plea was still clear.
Madoc didn"t give a f.u.c.k. He was past caring. This bloodsucker had gone too far this time. Too f.u.c.king far.
He reached down and pulled Tynan up by his hair until his legs dangled over the ground.
Power flowed like icy water through Tynan"s voice. "Put me down."
The compulsion to obey made Madoc grit his teeth in an effort to resist. He stood frozen in place. An itchy buzz filled his head, but it was a mere nuisance compared to the fury driving him now. His blood burned in his veins, pounding in his temples as the power within him seethed and boiled, looking for a means of escape.
It took several rapid beats of his heart before Madoc finally regained control of his body enough to speak. "So you can hurt her again? Not a f.u.c.king chance. No one will ever hurt her again."
Madoc grabbed Tynan"s head in his hands and twisted until he heard bones break. Tynan"s body went limp and crumpled to the ground. The silvery light in his eyes winked out as he stared sightlessly at the ceiling.
Nika"s voice seemed loud in the deathly quiet of the room. "You killed him."
Madoc turned to her. Blood stained the collar of her shirt. Her hand was pressed against the wound, but a slow trickle still leaked out. The look of horror on her face burned into Madoc"s brain, making his head pound. He"d never be able to get that image out of his mind.
She looked from Madoc to Tynan"s body and back again.
Madoc reached for her. She backed away. "I can"t believe you killed him."
Neither could Madoca"at least, that one remaining sliver of the real him that was left. The rest of him roared in victory, thirsty for more blood and ready for the next fight. Bring on the world. He"d tear it in two with his bare hands if that was what it took to keep Nika safe.
He needed to stop her bleeding. He reached for her, but she shrank away, staring at him like she"d seen a monster.
Madoc let his hand fall and retreated toward the door. She"d just seen him kill a man who was supposed to be his allya"a man who was helping her find out the truth about her sister.
Tynan wasn"t going to be helping anyone ever again. Madoc had taken his life, and there wasn"t even enough of a soul left in him to feel sorry for what he"d done.
He had to get out of here. He had to get away from Nika before he hurt her, too.
Madoc raced out of the suite, b.u.mping into Logan hard enough to knock the man into a wall. He didn"t stop. He started to run and kept running to the armory, where he found a clean blade that had never before been used in battle. He buckled it around his hips, got in his truck, and left Dabyr knowing he"d never again go back.
The sun was down and there were plenty of Synestryn within a few hours" drive. All he had to do was find a group big enough to take him down.
Iain awoke from his semiconscious meditative state as soon as full dark had fallen. He did not allow himself the luxury of easing back into his pain the way he used to when he was younger. Better to dive in headfirst and get it over with.
Agony ripped through his body, making him grit his teeth to keep from crying out against it. After so many years of his carrying this burden around with him, it still startled him every night just how much pain one man could stand without dying.
Slowly, his breathing and pulse slowed and the sweat that had broken out across his naked body began to evaporate. As soon as he was settled back within the familiar confines of his endless torment, he rose from where he knelt, picked up his sword, and slid it back into its sheath.
The Gerai house where he"d chosen to spend the day was dark and quiet and near the cave he intended to clean out tonight. It took him only a few minutes to shower, dress, and grab a couple of apples from a bowl in the kitchen on his way out the door.
Out here in rural northern Missouri, it smelled like wintera"cold and dead. His guess was that a storm was coming in soon, which meant it was time to get moving. He didn"t want to be on the roads if things turned bad. He wanted to be in that cave, slaying the Synestryn and the evil they had created.
Children. The Synestryn had begun creating offspring that had the faces of human children.
Bile rose up in Iain"s throat as the memories of last night"s hunt came back to him, unbidden. He didn"t know what to call the beast he"d slain, but it sure as h.e.l.l hadn"t been human. No human child had six arms that ended in wicked claws dripping with poison. Based on the dead human woman he"d found with a distended belly, it was possible that some part of that abomination had been human, but not enough that he was going to let it claw his face off.
It might hurt to livea"to keep going every daya"but that didn"t mean he was going to die easily, as some of his brethren had done. He was not a quitter. He refused to end his life like some kind of coward. It didn"t matter whether his soul was dead. As long as he kept breathing, he"d keep fighting.
He"d promised he would.
His hand strayed to the locket worked into the hilt of his sword and the lock of flaming red hair that lay within it.
Serena.
She"d been gone a long time, but his promise to her still held power over him. It still gave him a reason to live, which was much more than many of his brothers had.
They"d never been able to have the life together they"d been meant to have, but he was grateful for the promise he"d made.
Iain slid his big body behind the wheel of his SUV and headed for the cave. He pulled up close to the entrance, donned his armored leather coat, gloves, and face mask, drew his sword, and moved in for some prime-time killing.
Chapter 9.
Meghan Clark flipped her windshield wipers to high, hoping they would clear away enough snow to allow her to see the road. Less than thirty feet in front of her, the snowplow"s taillights were barely visible through the blizzard. Fine granules spewed out of its back end, allowing her to stay safely on the road, even if they were creeping along slower than she could walk.
She had to be crazy. That was the only explanation for why she was this far north at this time of year. March in Phoenix was beautiful. Warm. Sunny. She could have waited a couple more months to leave home and fulfill her promise to the strange man who had cured her father"s cancer last year.
But no. She had to come nowa"was compelled to come. Dad was doing well, getting around on his own again, and the need to fulfill her end of the bargain that saved his life had become too much to resist. She could barely sleep anymore, and was consumed with this restless, itchy need to get going. So she had. She"d thrown some clothes in a suitcase and headed out from sunny Phoenix two days ago.
It was just her luck that whatever was driving her had sent her into the far reaches of Minnesota during a blizzard. When that strange man had made her agree to take a trip north, he really meant it.
Most of her time with him was hazy, but she knew two things for sure. First, that man had saved her father"s life; and second, there was nothing she could have done to stop herself from coming here, blizzard or not.
The plow truck in front of her abruptly stopped and made a three-point turn in the middle of the road, leaving a solid white path ahead of her. The snowplow"s headlights shone on a sign that was only partially visible beneath the layer of snow clinging to it. Something county line.
Apparently, this county"s road-plowing service ended here. Perfect.
Meghan sat behind her steering wheel on the road, watching the red glow of the truck"s taillights slowly disappear in her rearview mirror. If she was smart, she"d turn around and follow hima"wait for the weather to clear.
The restless, itchy feeling inside her intensified at the thought, becoming almost unbearable.
Meghan let out a long sigh, eased her foot off the brake, and moved forward onto the pristine surface covering the road ahead.
Nika watched Madoc leave, not daring to stop him. Things were much worse than she"d suspected. Tynan"s limp body was proof of that.
Madoc had killed him. Nika still couldn"t believe it.
She stood there, shaking, her body frozen in shock.
How could this have happened? How could things have gone so wrong so fast? She"d thought Madoc was all bark and no bite. Clearly, she"d been dead wrong.
Nika knelt beside Tynan"s body, reaching out a b.l.o.o.d.y hand to close his eyes. As her fingers got close, he blinked.
She jerked back, letting out a yelp of surprise.
"Nika. You"re hurt."
She turned toward the deep, cultured voice to see Logan standing in the doorway. His eyes zeroed in on her neck. His nostrils flared and, without looking away, he shut and locked the door behind him.
"Madoc killed him," she whispered, still not sure it had really happened. Maybe this was some sort of trick of her minda"something the Synestryn had done to confuse her. If so, it was working.
"Back away from him, child. He"s not yet dead. I can hear his heart beating."
Nika stared down at Tynan. He sure looked dead.
"Come to me, Nika. Let me close your wounds." Logan held out his hand, keeping a careful eye on Tynan.
She tried to stand but shock had robbed her of her agility, and she stumbled into a bookcase. Logan darted across the s.p.a.ce, faster than she thought was possible. He grabbed her arm and eased her away from Tynan, into a nearby chair.
"Hold still," he said, then pressed his fingertips over the two puncture wounds for a brief second and closed his eyes.
Tingles bubbled over her skin until she felt the need to pull away. She didn"t, though, not knowing what that might do.
"That feels like what Madoc did when he healed my blisters." She held out her wrist, checking to make sure she hadn"t imagined that, too.
The handprint of healed skin was still there, outlined by angry red blisters.
Logan used the collar of her shirt to wipe away the blood. "Madoc healed you?"
She felt off balance and uncertain. Everything seemed so far off it was as if nothing could touch her.
Madoc had killed, and deep down, she knew it was somehow her fault. He"d tried to warn her he was dangerous, but she didn"t listen.
She nodded. "One of the Theronai grabbed me."
"Where was Madoc going?"
"I don"t know."
There was a horrible crunch, followed by a sickening sucking sound from where Tynan lay. He flopped onto his back and lay there, panting. "I know."
Logan went to him, leaned down, and they spoke too low for her to hear. When Logan looked at her again, his face was grim. "If you don"t find him, he"s going to kill himself."
Slowly, Tynan pushed himself to a sitting position. He looked gray and gaunt, but he was alive. Logan had been right.
"We can"t let that happen," said Tynan. "We need him. You need him."
She"d always felt that need, but it hardly mattered now. "He doesn"t want me."
Logan laid a hand on Tynan"s shoulder as if to quiet him. "Madoc doesn"t know what he wants right now. He"s not himself. He"s . . . sick."
"Not sick. Dying. His soul is dying," she whispered.
Logan nodded slowly. "I know you weren"t raised as one of us, but surely you know what that meansa"what will happen if Joseph finds out."
"He"ll kill him."
Tynan rubbed the back of his neck. His voice was still quiet, like breathing was difficult. "You have to find him. Stop him."
"How?"
"You have to take his luceria."
"I tried. It didn"t work."
"I felt the power of your blood combining with his inside me. It was . . . incredible. That"s why I"m not dead right now. I was able to heal myself because of that power."
"You took her blood again?" asked Logan in confusion. "You said it was dangerous."
"There was no other way. I had to know."
"Know what?" asked Nika.
"If the two of you were compatible."
"Madoc says we"re not. He says we"d know if we were."
"He"s wrong. His blood mixed with yours, keeping it from hurting me. I also have fed from enough bonded Theronai pairs to know what I felt. He"s using some kind of magic to slow the normal aging process of his lifemark. That magic must be getting in the way of your bonding."
Realization hit her as all the pieces fell into place. "The black ring," she whispered.
"What ring?" asked Logan.
"He wears this ugly black ring. It"s unnaturally cold."
The two Sanguinar shared a look that seemed to communicate something she didn"t understand.
Logan rose to his feet, stripping off his shirt. "Go in the bathroom. Clean the blood off and change into this shirt. Then you need to leave. Immediately. Find Madoc; take off that black ring, even if you have to cut off his hand to do it. Once you do that, you should be able to take his luceria."
"And if I can"t?" she asked.
"Then he"s going to die."
"What about Tori? She"s still alive. I have to find her."
"How?"
"I don"t know. She won"t talk to me anymore. She"s keeping me out."
"Then you truly do need Madoc," said Logan. "His power could help you find her, okay? He"ll make you stronger."