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Caleb grabbed a chair and sat. “That's because nothing's set right now. Too much jockeying is going on.” He blew out a breath. “I can't believe a prophet was infected at the Realm ball.”
Anger ricocheted through Dage. He couldn't believe it either. “No. I failed to protect her.”
“Nay, that's not what I meant.” Caleb raised an eyebrow. “I meant, why at the ball? Was she unreachable before that? Did they want to show you how close they could get? Or was it the first opportunity?”
Talen nudged some papers their way. “Here's Lily's schedule for the last six months. If I were targeting her, I'd have chosen at least five easier times to infect her than at the colloquium.” He grabbed a pencil and snapped the utensil in two. “Cara and Katie have been under wraps. It was the first opportunity to reach them.”
Understanding dawned on Dage. “So it was the first opportunity to infect all three of them.”
“Yes.” Talen threw the pencil pieces toward a trash can.
Caleb cleared his throat. “I'm assuming there were other mates and shifters at the ball?”
“Yes,” Talen said.
“Then it's safe to conclude those three women were specific targets.”
“No,” Dage said. “Cara and Katie drank herbal tea while most everyone else drank champagne or hard liquor. The tea ordered for Cara was spiked. Katie just happened to order that.”
“Lily loves herbal tea,” Caleb noted.
“Yes.” Talen grabbed a fountain pen. “She confirmed she drank the tea. Why Cara though?”
Dage shrugged. “Revenge for Lorcan's death?” The Kurjan leader had deserved death after kidnapping Cara. “Or because of the baby?”
Talen growled low, danger all but sliding across his face. “I've asked if anyone else ordered the tea, insinuating the herbs caused the food problems, and so far no one has replied in the positive.” The pen broke in two and he tossed it to the garbage. “Jase is tracking down the waiters from that night, and one is missing.”
“He's dead,” Caleb noted without expression.
“More than likely,” Talen agreed. “We must find who he was working with from our end. My men are searching his apartment and going through his laptop.”
Talen's cell buzzed and he lifted it to his ear. “Kayrs.” He sat to attention. “When? How bad? Great.” He snapped the phone shut and threw it across the room. The device hit the freshly painted wall and shattered into pieces. “Rachel Davis is dead.”
Shock stormed into Dage's gut. “Emma's friend, the geneticist? How?” Another woman he'd failed to protect.
Talen yanked the band out of his hair. “They're calling it a botched robbery. Someone broke into her Paris hotel room last night and apparently she fought back, ending up with a broken neck.”
“Kurjans. They probably wanted to kidnap her.”
“More than likely.” Talen jumped to his feet to pace. “We knew of her and should've assumed they knew of her as well. I'm so tired of being three steps behind these bastards.”
“Me too.” Dage's mind ran through likely scenarios. “Find out if she was working with anyone on her research. We won't make the same mistake twice.”
The land line rang on the table and Talen exhaled, grabbing the handset and raising it to his ear. “What?” Metallic eyes rose to meet Dage's gaze. “Yes. He's right here.” Talen dropped back into his chair, an incredulous look flashing across his hard face. “Are you kidding me? No?” He slammed the phone down, breaking the handset in two pieces.
The lab wasn't sturdy enough to withstand Talen's current mood. Dage steeled himself. “Who was that?”
“Conn. The demon nation just declared war on the Realm. Happy fucking Tuesday.”
Chapter 13
T
he night filled with the loud hooting of a lonely owl outside the large lab, searching, calling for something in the darkness. For someone. The mournful demand slithered down Emma's spine as she straightened from her bent position over the charts, an ache setting up between her eyes. She'd spent half the day supervising Devon and the other geneticists in the all-access labs, the other half in a heavy, thick suit dealing with the virus in the private clean lab by herself—because humans weren't invited into that space. With a sigh, she put a hand to the small of her back and stretched, stifling a groan as her vertebra popped.
“Time for bed, love,” came a deep voice from the doorway.
She jumped and pivoted toward the exit where Dage once again leaned against the doorjamb. Broad and packed hard, clothed casually in cargo pants and a cotton shirt, mere camouflage for the vampire lurking within. The temptation to cross to him and taste that dangerous flesh had her mind spinning with denial. “No. I'm not finished working.”
He raised an arrogant eyebrow. “You've been working nearly fourteen hours. You need rest.” The low rumble of his voice held a direct line to her core. Sandalwood and power wafted her way.
Fourteen hours? It seemed like more. She'd already been deep into her research when Dage showed up in the late afternoon with the prophet. “I'm not leaving, Dage.” Her multi-channeled pod buzzed and she turned to push a series of buttons. Time was running out for her sister and the shifters. She just knew it.
Strong arms grasped her hips and whirled her around, and she emitted a startled yelp. The king ducked. The world tilted as she was flung over his broad shoulder. Her stomach impacted solid muscle and the air whooshed out of her lungs. Man, he moved fast. Desire battled with irritation.
“Put me down.”
“No.” He strode past Kane typing busily in his office and past the guards into the star filled night. “I'm at war on three fronts, love. Ours gets settled tonight.” He shifted and she found herself cradled in strong arms. She smacked her fists against his chest.
“That wasn't nice.” The silver of his eyes glowed in the near darkness.
“I don't feel nice.” She settled into his chest, eyes widening at the expanse of stars in the sky.
“Me either.” Muscles vibrated around her with a tension she felt in her own body.
She cleared her throat. “I can feel what you're feeling.”
Teeth flashed in the darkness. “I know. Probably not very comfortable right now.”
“No.” Anger, irritation, and a deadly determination filled the king, and Emma said a heartfelt thanks he wasn't mad at her. She shrugged and bounced off a rock hard chest. “What am I feeling?”
“Scared.”
“No. I'm mad.”
“No. You're scared to death.”
Acceptance settled onto her shoulders. “Yeah. I'm scared this virus will speed up. I'm scared for Cara and her baby.” And she was scared she might not be able to thwart death and save the king.
“I know.” He nodded at the guards posted at the residence, stalking inside the hallway. “It's amazing. We're immortal and the strongest beings on earth. Yet a bug too small to see may take us down.”
“No. I'll wipe the stupid thing out.” Warmth began to hum throughout her blood. Tilting her head, she ran her tongue along the corded muscles of Dage's neck. “Salty.” More than that. The king tasted of power and man combined.
He opened a door and began descending, his boots echoing against cement stairs. “Hold that thought.”
They were going the wrong way. “Where are you taking me?”
He twisted a knob and kicked another metal door open to reveal a shimmering indoor pool. “For a swim.” His voice echoed throughout the humid room. He dropped her to her feet and ripped her T-shirt over her head, reaching for his own.
A swim? Awesome. She toed off her tennis shoes and yanked her jeans to the ground. Her bra and panties followed suit. Turning, she dove into the deep end. Cool water washed over her and she broke the surface with an appreciative hum to swivel just as the king dove deep.
He gave a tug to her ankle before rising next to her. “You just jumped in.” Water caressed down the hard planes of his face and chest, making her mouth go dry.
She cleared her throat, treading water. “Sure.”
He shook his head, spraying droplets of water. “Scientists aren't the ‘jump first and ask questions later' type. The water could've been freezing. Or just chlorinated. You didn't pause.” He raised an eyebrow, liquid gaze warming. “Why do you suppose that is?”
Hmm. Because the water appeared so inviting? She sighed. “Because I trust you.” She hadn't stopped to consider why. If the king brought her to swim, then swimming was safe. Vulnerability rushed through her.
Twin dimples flashed and he grasped her by the waist, jerking her to him. Heat cascaded off the vampire in direct contrast to the cool water. “Don't looked so pained.” He kissed the top of her nose and leaned back, a serious glint lighting his eyes. “I'm sorry trusting a man is foreign to you.”
She gave a short nod, her gaze dropping to his full lips. “I'm really strong, Dage.”
He grinned. “Saying the words takes something away from their impact, love.”
Laughter bubbled up. “So true.” Her hands flattened against his chest and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Don't let me fall.” Her breath hitched as she said the words.
“Never.” His hands dropped to cup her ass, tugging her closer. He gave a strong push and she ended up with an aroused male body pinning her to the side of the pool.
“We're not at war, Dage.” Her voice pitched to a huskiness from the erection rubbing against her core. “I mean, you and me.” She slid both arms around his neck.
He quirked a lip. “We're not?” His hands tightened. “Isn't this where you tell me you're leaving and not to get too attached?” The teasing words failed to mask the glint of challenge in his eyes.
An ache started to thrum to life somewhere in her chest. “I can't stay.” Tears pricked her eyes and she forced them back. “You need to understand what I'm saying. Love and forever aren't for us.” He needed to be prepared in case she wasn't able to outmaneuver fate. She wanted to stay. She wanted that life full of fireworks and love. Could he unbend enough to trust her to keep herself safe?
“I don't understand.” He lowered his head closer. “And it's too late. You have my love and are my future.”
She shook her head, pain crushing into her heart. The brand on her shoulder began to burn with need. “No.” Grasping his hair, she yanked his mouth to hers.
He stilled, then plundered. No softness, no seduction, just pure, raw need. He tangled a hand in her curls and tilted her head to the side for better access, the hand on her ass clutching hard enough to bruise. One quick shift and he impaled her, driving in balls deep.
She cried out, arms tightening around his neck, her eyes opening wide. Ripples of pain slid into pleasure as her body softened and accepted his invasion.
He released her mouth, raising his head to pin her with a look so full of determination she forgot how to breathe. “Say it.”
Her lungs kicked in and she expelled air. Say what? She reached into his mind and quickly shook her head. No. Her mind rebelled against the raw demand of need echoing throughout his heart. A heart that she could feel within her own chest.
He widened his stance on the concrete slope, fully embedded in her. Fangs elongated in slow motion, wicked and sharp. “Need proof, love?”
“No.” She didn't require proof. She knew what she felt and telling him would solve nothing. “You may not bite me.” The desire for him to sink those dangerous fangs into her neck was one she'd fight.
Too dangerous. For both of them.
Blue shards ripped through the silver of his eyes. “You're my mate.” His voice lowered to a low rumble that almost had her orgasming. “I don't need permission to taste you.” To prove his point, he kissed her neck, and slowly, so slowly sank those sharp points into her vein.
She exploded.
Lightning zapped through her. Stars imploded behind her eyelids and her entire body spasmed with something beyond an orgasm. Something that had her heart, body, and mind opening for him—for whatever he demanded. She plunged her own teeth into his flesh, biting until carbonated blood sizzled on her tongue, prolonging the crashing waves beating throughout her.
Releasing him, she threw her head back, her mouth opening on a silent scream as she rippled around the hard cock pulsing inside her. She slowly came down, her eyes wide on his dangerous face.
His gaze dropped to her mouth. “Jesus.” A flick of his tongue licked blood off her lips. With a groan, he pressed her against the wall, spasms shooting through his muscles and his head dropping to the nape of her neck as he came. His orgasm threw her into another whirlstorm of cresting waves. She tightened her entire body around him, crying out his name.
Soon only the harsh sound of their combined breathing echoed throughout the secluded pool room. He sucked in air and lifted his head. “Say it.”
Her heart fluttered. “I love you.” The words held a promise she didn't intend to give, a promise that she'd fight fate to stay with him. A vow of trust in his ability to bend and accept her.
His smile rivaled the stars still sparking behind her eyelids. “I'll give you a bit of time, love. But the shields stay down.”
Unease slithered beneath her skin. “Ah, no.”
“Ah, yes.” Leaning forward, he nipped her bottom lip. “I'm not asking.”
“I'll consider it.” She settled her hands over his shoulders. “Do I taste different? I mean, since we've mated?”
He huffed out a chuckle. “Forever the scientist, huh?” His thumb rubbed against the twin puncture wounds in her neck and she fought a sigh. “No. You taste just as wonderful as before I marked you—like passion fruit and vintage wine. Maybe a Shiraz.”
The king had the heart of a poet. “So, are we still at war?”
“No. I'd say we've reached an uneasy alliance here.”
She smoothed his dark hair back from his rugged face. “Until I roll over and drop all my problems in your lap to solve?”
His jaw relaxed. “Exactly.”
Not in a million years. Love or not. The king had borne the weight of ruling by himself for centuries and she couldn't allow it to continue. She shook her head, her thighs tightening against his hard hips. “You said you were at war on three fronts. Besides the Kurjans, who's gunning for us?”
With their connection she could feel his heart fill from her use of the word
us
. He smiled. “The demon nation declared war on us earlier today.”
Shock rumbled through her. “Demon nation?
Demons
exist?”
“Sure.”
“Are they minions from hell?”
Dage threw back his head and laughed. “Well, right now don't ask me that question.” He dropped a quick kiss on her mouth. “Though, no. Demons are yet another species trying to survive on earth.”
It couldn't be good to have demons mad at you. What kind of powers would a demon have? “Why are they mad at us?”
“Caleb has been at war with the demon nation for quite some time.”
She knew the massive rebel would be trouble. Maybe she should warn Lily. “Oh. He became our friend and thus his enemies became our enemies?”
Dage nodded in approval. “Simply put, but yes. For now.”
“Can you fix it?” She began to trail her fingers across his chest and down those amazing abs.
He stilled. “We'll see.”
“Dage?”
“Yes, love?”
“You're still inside me.”
“I'm well aware of that.”
“So do something.”
His cock jumped inside her. “I thought you'd never ask.”
 
A couple of hours later Emma ran her foot down Dage's leg, her entire body loose and relaxed in the big bed.
“Knock it off. Unless of course, you'd like to go for round three.” His low rumble pulsed around her.
She stifled a giggle. “Round five. I believe it would be round five.”
He tucked her further into his warmth. “Go to sleep. You have a virus to demolish tomorrow and I have a demon nation to appease.”
“If we both finish before lunch maybe we could go out.” She grinned, wrapping her hands around the arm banded at her waist. Even his forearm was lined with muscle and strength.

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