He could"ve given her so much. He could"ve been her G.o.d.
Which brought up an interesting point - being a G.o.d, why would he need a f.u.c.king bloodsucker like Ronin to guide him...controlhim?
He"d awaken S all by himself.
The bullet exploded from the gun"s muzzle, the sharp retort cracking through the air, rebounding from the walls and shattering the narrow tunnel obstructing Heather"s vision. Her heart stopped for a split second, then everything zoomed forward in a blinding rush of speed.
She slammed Jefferson into the wall with a body block. She seized his wrist and jerked his gun hand up.
Davis wrenched the pistol from Jefferson"s fingers. "Holy s.h.i.t, a.s.shole," he said, voice harsh. "You wanna f.u.c.k us all?"
"Nothing to worry about," LaRousse said. "He missed the b.a.s.t.a.r.d."
Heather looked at the doorway. Dante wasn"t there. In-stead, he stood in the center of the room. As she watched, he walked back to the doorway, bracing his gloved hands against either side. He looked ready to launch himself at Jefferson. Again.
Heather felt herself unknot. She drew in a deep breath, then slowly released it as relief leeched her strength and left her weak-limbed.
She caught Dante"s shaded gaze, or thought she did, anyway, and shook her head.Don"t move. No more stupidity. He remained braced in the doorway, body coiled. She could almost smell the adrenaline and fury that radiated from him. And testosterone.Don"t forget that. With all the males in the room, the air crackled with it.
Heather turned to Jefferson. "What the h.e.l.l were you doing?"
Jefferson met her gaze, opened his mouth, then shut it again. He looked down.
"Protecting his partner, Agent Wallace," LaRousse cut in. "Or don"t y"all do that in the Bureau? Here, we do whatever"s necessary."
Heather closed her eyes for a second, then turned. LaRousse knelt beside Manning, one hand on the cop"s shoulder.
"Prejean was unarmed," she said, voice tight. "There wasno need for deadly force. And you know it."
LaRousse snorted. Shook his head. He helped Manning to his feet.
"Take him to the emergency room," LaRousse said to Jefferson. "And write a detailed report."
"I"m fine," Manning said, face flushed. "Christ!"
Jefferson slipped an arm around his partner and walked the protesting Manning to the doorway. Dante still stood there, hands braced. A wry smile tilted up one corner of Dante"s mouth. Lowering his hands, he stepped inside the room.
"Je va te voir plus tard,"he said to Jefferson.
All color drained from Jefferson"s face. "I don"t know none of that Cajun talk," he stammered. Pushing Manning through the doorway, Jefferson hurried into the hall.
Heather blew loose strands of her hair from her face and glared at Dante. "You weren"t kidding about that problem with cooperation, were you?"
"He told Jefferson he"d see him later," LaRousse said. "Sounds like a threat."
"No threat," Dante said. "Just bound to happen." Swiveling to face LaRousse, Heather said, "Prejean isnot a player. I think he needs to be placed in protective custody."
"No thanks," Dante said. "And my name ain"t Prejean."
"Shut up," Heather said. "You"re not helping."
"Oh, he"ll be placed in protective custody, all right," LaRousse said, a tight smile thinning his lips. "In jail.
For a.s.saulting an officer and resisting arrest."
"Let"s get things straight right now, LaRousse," Heather said, stepping closer to the detective, muscles tight, hands clenched. "I"min charge of this investigation -"
LaRousse leaned in and met her head-on. "That"s where you"re wrong, Agent Wallace," he said.
"You"renot in charge. You"reconsulting . h.e.l.l, you haven"t told us whether or not the d.a.m.ned Cross-Country Killer is even here."
LaRousse"s words. .h.i.t Heather like an open-handed slap. Her cheeks burned, but she didn"t look away or back down. Her nails dug into her palms.
"I"m waiting for DNA confirmation," she said, keeping her voice level.
"Even if he is here and you"re put in charge, I wouldn"t give a flying f.u.c.k," LaRousse said. "Thatp.r.i.c.k "
- he stabbed a finger in Dante"s direction - "a.s.saulted one of my officers."
Still holding Heather"s gaze, LaRousse called, "Davis, cuff that piece of street trash and hand him over to the uniforms downstairs."
"We"re not finished," Heather said, voice low, and turned around.
Davis approached Dante cautiously, handcuffs held loose in one hand. "Take it easy," he murmured, a man gentling a growling dog. "Don"t have to be hard. We can do this easy."
Dante"s wary face and coiled body spelled hard in a big way.
Look, we don"t have to do this the hard way.
It"s the only way I know.
"Wait. Back off," Heather said. "I"llcuff him."
Hands lifted in a gesture of surrender, his gaze still locked on Dante, Davis said, "Fine. He"s all yours."
Well aware that LaRousse watched her every move, Heather took the handcuffs from Davis"s outstretched hand and crossed the carpeted floor. Dante watched her, expression guarded, hands clenched at his sides.
"What"d you do?" Heather murmured as she stopped in front of him. "Stand LaRousse up at the prom?
What a hard-a.s.s."
A smile quirked up the corners of Dante"s mouth. His hands unclenched, relaxed. But his gloved fingerscurled in slightly, on the verge of closing into fists again.
Heather realized in that moment that it had beenneed she"d seen on Dante"s face as he"d looked at Gina"s body, need mingled with the shock and disbelief.
The room reeked of blood, the bed drenched in it. He believed he was a vampire.... Had it been a vampire"s need she"d seen? Or something darker yet?
"Just relax, okay?" Heather said. "Trust me. I"ll get this all straightened out."
Sweat trickled along Dante"s temple and his jaw was clenched. Migraine? Annie had often looked the same just before a headache.
"I"ve never trusted a cop," Dante said, voice husky.
"I"m not asking you to trust a cop," Heather said. "I"m asking you to trustme ."
Dante looked at her for a long moment. Sudden dizziness swirled through Heather, spinning from her head to the base of her spine. Just as panic touched her, the sensation vanished.
Without another word, Dante tugged off his gloves, tossing them into the easy chair. Then he turned around, hands behind his back.
8.
The Unmaker With sharp metallic clicks, the cuffs ratcheted shut around Dante"s wrists. Old demons he couldn"t even name awakened. Hot, arid whispers seared his thoughts.Break the cuffs. Snuff them. All of them.
You"ll be out the window long before their blood finishes splashing the floor.
Want.i.tneeditdoitwant.i.tneed - Muscles knotted, Dante bowed his head, struggling not to listen.
Beneath the thick smell of Gina"s blood, he caught a whiff of gasoline and charred flesh. Heard the crackle of flames.But not here. Another time. Another place. He shuddered. Pain unfurled. His vision blurred.
"Hey," Wallace said. "Breathe. Just breathe. C"mon, in. Out. In."
Listening to the smooth, calming tone of Wallace"s lowered voice, Dante reached for Lucien, and touched his waiting mind through their link.
"Breathe, Dante. Do you have any medication?" escaped before he could stop it. Cool light suddenly bathed Dante"s mind, icing his pain and silencing the voices. He jumped when Wallace reached up and gently lowered his shades. He turned his head away, dazed by the gray morning light. She gripped his chin, turned his head around to face her."Medication? Do you take any?"
"Morphine. Opium sometimes," he said, looking through his lashes into her eyes. Twilight blue, he thought, just as the stars come out.
She held his gaze, brows knitted. Wisps of red hair framed her face and curled against her temples.
"Couldn"t you name something legal, at least?" she whispered, shoving the shades back onto the bridge of his nose. "Christ."
Dante shrugged. "You asked. I don"t lie."
"Maybe you should." Wallace shook her head.
"Take him in," d.i.c.khead - LaRousse - said. "Lock him up. He"ll be asleep in no time, I guarantee."
Dante glanced over his shoulder. d.i.c.khead winked.
He knows I"m nightkind.
"Hold on." Wallace pulled Dante"s hood up, tugged the edges past his face. "Don"t want you bursting into flames or anything," she whispered. A quick smile curved her lips.
"Merci beaucoup,"he murmured.
Wallace"s actions surprised Dante. h.e.l.l,bewildered him. She didn"t act like a cop - at least, not all the time - even when she was busy rousting nightkind from Sleep with search warrants. He saw nothing cynical or mocking in her gaze. He watched as she turned away and crossed the room to the bed.
The cool morning breeze ruffled Gina"s hair, fluttered the stocking knotted around her throat. Dante looked at her for the last time.
We gotta go, s.e.xy. Tomorrow night?
He hadn"t said a word. Now it was a little late. "Yeah," he whispered. "Tomorrow night."
He followed Sidekick out into the hall and down the stairs. Ice melted and pain sparked anew. Sweat beaded his forehead.
We...
Where was Jay?
The need to sleep rolled through Dante, a need that put him on the nod despite his determination to stayawake. He sat knees up in a corner of the holding cell, drifting as he listened to his fellow lawbreakers.
"So this hoodoo lady sez, watch out, ya know -" said Geeky-Sweaty Dude sitting on the bench across the cell, his voice fast and high; a caffeinated Ping-Pong ball.
"Shut the f.u.c.k up," growled Unfriendly Dude hunched on the bench beside him.
And the drunk Bayou Boy clutching the toilet puked...again...retching hard enough to earn a grunt of semi-sympathy from Unfriendly Dude. Geeky Dude gagged at the violent splashing sound echoing from the bowl and the sour, vile smell wafting through the cell.
Since his shades and hoodie had been confiscated along with his belt and jewelry, Dante was grateful that the cell was windowless, though a little fresh air would"ve been welcome. His eyes closed and his head nodded.
Dante thumped his head back against the wall, forced his eyes open. He squinted against the fluorescent lighting.Stay awake!
Geeky Dude, undeterred by the interruptions from Bayou Boy and Unfriendly Dude, picked up right where he"d left off. "For the reshaper, the unmaker, she sez."
"Who gives a f.u.c.k, s.h.i.thead?"
A little brown c.o.c.kroach scuttled from a crack in the wall, hauling a.s.s for the shadow cast by Dante"s knees. s.n.a.t.c.hing it up from the floor, he cupped it between his hands. The c.o.c.kroach"s delicate legs and antennae brushed against his palms.
Concentrate. C"mon...stay awake.
A faint blue glow emanated from his palms and, despite his effort, his eyes closed. A song lured him in: the c.o.c.kroach"s genetic song, an undulating wave, backed by DNA rhythm. Dante plucked at the rhythm"s strings and altered the song. Sleep still beckoned. For a moment, he drifted and the strings went slack, then knotted, and another song entirely blasted through his mind - chaos rhythms of nightmare and rage.
An image flashed through his mind; a little girl, a plushie orca - black and white and red-spotted...deep red...
Gone.