Authors: Maggie Shayne
“Perhaps,” Gregor said. “But would you have told me?”
Jack tipped his head back slightly. “Ah, now I see your point. I suppose, in your position, I'd wonder the same thing. So I won't swear my loyalty or beg for your trust based on our past camaraderie. If you're doubting me, none of that would convince you, anyway.”
“True.”
“But let's not forget your own precautions, Gregor. You've made our headquarters into the vampiric version of a soundproof room. Psychic messages can't seem to get in or out. And I have to admit, I'm dying to know the secret.”
Gregor looked at him sharply. “Then you'll die not knowing. I don't give away anything that might prove to be an advantage.”
“The strategy of a true warrior,” Jack said, kissing up just a little. “But even the greatest general shares secrets with his captains during times of battle, my friend.”
“Not this one. You never know when the two of us might be on opposing sides of the battlefield.”
“Right. Like that's going to happen.”
“It's not impossible.”
“Don't worry, Gregor. I know on which side my proverbial bread is buttered.”
“Good. Then tell me again that your girlfriend had nothing to do with warning her people.”
“I guarantee you, she didn't. And they are not her people. Not anymore. We are. She's loyal, Gregor.”
“To me? After I burned her pretty cheek? I seriously doubt thatâwhich is why I left her locked in your room under heavy guard while we tended to this little errand. I have a feeling she'd stake me in my sleep if she could.”
“True, she's madder than hell at you. But she's loyal to me. She risked her neck to warn me about Reaper. That tells me all I need to know.”
“She's loyal to you. On that we agree. But the question remains, just how loyal are
you
to
me?
”
“I gave you a quarter of a million dollars, even though I was beginning to haveâ¦sentiments toward the woman I conned out of it. I walked away and brought you the take. In my estimation, that should buy me some trust.” He watched Gregor's face, saw a bit of the doubt beginning to leave his eyes. “Besides, if your theory is correct and Vixen can somehow communicate with animals, wouldn't it make sense to think they can communicate back? Perhaps her furry friend told her that Topaz was being tortured. Anyone with half a brain would take precautions and move themselves, rather than trusting in her ability to withhold information under those conditions. Wouldn't they?”
“Yes. I suppose they would.”
Now that Jack had offered an explanation that fit with Gregor's warped theories, the boss man seemed more able to believe him. That was Gregor. He was smart, but he also liked his people to tell him what he wanted to hear, to validate his own theories rather than shooting holes in them by pointing out their flaws. And that was his greatest weakness. His biggest point of vulnerability. The one thing that could probably be used against him successfully.
“We'll figure out where they've gone and strike again,” Gregor said. He clapped Jack on the shoulder by way of apology and turned, at last, to survey the progress his drones were making on the mansion.
The ones who'd set the outside walls burning stood in a huddle a few yards away. The walls were engulfed, and just now the idiots who'd gone to torch the place from within began trying to find their way out. It wasn't pretty.
One flaming hulk fell, screaming, from a second-story window, while another burst through the front doors and ran toward them like a walking torch. He was cinder before he made it halfway.
Gregor sighed, shaking his head, then glanced at the group who were safe, and Jack heard him counting mentally. Then he rolled his eyes. “Down six more. I wish I could find a way to make them smarter while still keeping them perfectly obedient.”
Jack shrugged. “If I knew how you made them at all, I might have a suggestion or two.”
Gregor sent him a look. “You know better.”
“Of course I do. So keep them stupid but obedient, then. That's better than smarter but rebellious. You don't want a bunch of independent thinkers on your hands. It's a trade-off, I suppose.”
“I suppose you're right.” Gregor turned and shouted to the drones, “Back to the mansion. Now.”
They trooped back, obeying without question, as they always did.
Jack smiled to himself at the thought of getting back to Topaz. Then he wiped the smile off his face.
Don't start believing in your own con, Jack,
he told himself.
That's the kiss of death.
V
ixen was afraid Reaper would stop at the first suitable place he found, but she was relieved to find she'd been wrong. He passed by several abandoned houses and barns without even giving them a second glance. She sensed Seth's frustration coming from the van that followed behind them, but she knew Reaper was making the wise decision. You didn't elude a predator by hiding in the first place he would search. You had to put distance between yourself and him. Distance meant safety.
“I wanted you to ride with me, Vixen, so that we could talk a bit in private.”
“I know.”
Reaper looked at her, and his eyes were narrow, observant and wise from experience. “Will you tell me the secret you're keeping?”
She only blinked at him.
“You've made it quite clearânot just to me, but to everyone nowâthat you're hiding something from us. Something major, something about yourself and yourâ¦nature, I think. For you to be so certain you could get back into Gregor's lair without being detected or caughtâand then to actually do itâwhile refusing to tell us howâ”
“It's my secret to keep.”
“Yes, I know that. I agree with you, it's just thatâ¦you're a part of this team now.”
“It's not a team. I heard you tell the others so.”
He lowered his chin slightly, not taking his eyes off the road. “This nature of yours could be an asset to us.”
“It
is.
It was tonight. It was an asset to you without you needing to know how or why. If it can be again, I promise you, it will.”
He licked his lips. “Your logic is tough to argue with.”
“Then don't argue with it.” She faced him and smiled at the frustration on his face.
To her surprise, he smiled back. “That's the first time you've seemed at ease in my presence.”
She nodded. “That's true enough. I'm nervous around you.”
“Why is that, Vixen?”
She felt her expression turn serious. “You know why. You're dangerous. You're capable of causing harm and even death to those around you, whether they deserve it or not. I don't understand how or why that's your natureâjust as you don't understand the details of mine. But I do sense it, and I always trust my instincts.”
He was silent for a moment, driving and, apparently, thinking, his brow furrowed. “If I reveal my secret to the others, will you reveal yours?”
“No. But you should.”
“That's hardly a fair trade.”
“Isn't it? You could harm them, maybe more so if they don't know your secret. I could help them, whether they know
my
secret or not. Which seems to you to be more important to reveal?”
He lowered his gaze, and in the tension of his jaw and in his aura, she sensed a hint of anger. “I've told them I could be dangerous to them. They all carry a tranquilizer weapon that will render me harmless should I turn into a threat.”
“It's beyond your control, then? Your nature?”
“Yes. I'm afraid so.”
She thought about that for a moment, then nodded slowly. “I'm better off, I suppose. At least I only change when I want to.”
“Change?”
She met his eyes, then shook her head slowly from side to side. “Can we switch vehicles now? I'm eager to be with Seth.”
“Just one more thing, and then we'll pull over. I'm not entirely comfortable with Roxy and Seth trying to handle Briar, anyway.”
“All right. One more thing, then.”
He nodded. “It's Seth. He'sâ¦falling in love with you, I think.”
She frowned, and searched his face. “I know about love, of course, but I can't say that I understand it. Is it bad? For him to feel that way toward me?”
“Well, that depends on whether you feel the same way toward him.”
“I don't understand.”
He sighed, and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “I'm not good at this, being male. Butâ¦if you love someone and they love you back, it's the best feeling in the world. The best, most satisfying thing you could imagine. But if you love someone and they
don't
love youâWell, I don't think there are too many situations more painfulâemotionally painful, that is, not physically. Do you understand?”
“Emotionally painful. Like being sad, you mean.”
“Yes, being so terribly sad it feels as if your heart is broken.”
“That
is
very sad.”
He smiled a little, and she wasn't sure why. “When you
do
love someone, you tell them things. Things you don't tell anyone else.”
Tipping her head to one side, she said, “Are you saying this to convince me to tell Seth my secret, so that he can tell you?”
“If he loves you, he will never repeat your secret to anyone.”
She opened her mouth, closed it again, searched the ether with her eyes and finally gave up. “There are too many rules in this love thing.”
“They're not rules. They're human nature. Instinctive.”
“Not to me. My instinct is to mate and leave it at that.” He seemed to have something caught in his throat for a moment, and while he coughed and tried to clear it, she added, “Besides, we're
not
human.”
“Doesn't matter, it all applies. If anything, vampires feel love and sadness and every other emotion even
more
keenly than humans do. Just the way we feel physical sensations more keenly.”
She pursed her lips, nodded. “What if knowing my secret makes him stop loving me?”
“I don't think that could happen, Vixen. I really don't. He's not a shallow person. He's actually pretty damn deep.”
“Shallow, deep. It doesn't matter. He would change his mind. I know he would.”
“I guess you have to trust your gut on that, then. But for the record, I disagree.”
She sighed, thought some more. “How does a person know if what they feel for someone is love? Are there rules for that, too?”
“I think it's probably different for different people. And with you and Seth, there are added complications that make it even harder.”
She looked at him, frowning.
Reaper shrugged. “Well, there was already a bond between you. A natural connection that's probably embedded in your DNA. But beyond that, you've, uh, well, you've shared blood. That makes the bond even stronger.”
“Oh,” she said, nodding. “I see.”
“But some things about being in love seem to be pretty universal,” he went on. “You'd rather spend time with that person than anyone else. You care more for them than anyone else. You want to see them happy, to
make
them happy, and it becomes as important to you as your own happiness, even intertwined with your own. You know?”
She tilted her head, thinking she felt all those things for Seth, but hesitant to admit to any of them. “I'll give the idea some thought. A lot of thought,” she told him. Then she turned to him and smiled. “Thank you. You can beâ¦very kind.”
“Yeah, wellâ¦don't spread it around.”
“So can we stop now?”
He nodded. “Yes. I'm pulling over right now.”
He angled the car toward the side of the road and slowed down. Within a few seconds they were coming to a gradual stop, and Vixen turned to look behind them, then watched as the van came to a halt, as well.
She opened her door and got out, and Reaper got out his side. They met in the back and walked side by side toward the van. She glanced up at him. “It was wise of you to pass by all those places where we might have holed up. You're right to put distance between us and our enemies.”
“I'm glad you approve.”
She paused. “If you think I can help you with yourâ¦problemâyou know, the one you won't explainâI hope you'll tell me. Iâ¦I'd like to help you, if I could.”
“I'm afraid it's beyond even your powers, Vixen. But thank you for the sentiment.”
She lowered her head, then lifted it again, and quickly snapped her arms around his neck and hugged him hard. “I'm glad we talked. I like you better now that I know you don't
mean
to be evil.”
He seemed too stunned to react, and even before he could have, she pulled away and ran to the van.
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When Reaper opened the door and reached for her, Briar hissed like a cat about to lash out. It was enough to make him stop with his hand a few inches from her shoulder. Then he shot a look toward the middle row of seats, where Seth sat. “Why isn't she still unconscious?”
“Because I figured if you wanted to kill her, she'd have been dead by now,” Seth said. “You said yourself, no one knows how much of that shit a vampire can handle. So when she started to come around this time, I let it be.” He shrugged. “She's been drifting in and out. Mostly quiet, so far.”
“Only becauseâ¦I don't have the strength toâ¦to take on all of you at once,” Briar said. Her voice was soft and deep, and it had a raspy quality to it like silk on velvet. It was the first time she'd spoken since they'd taken her, other than to scream, swear, threaten and demand. “Yet.”
“Can you walk?” Reaper asked.
She looked at him from the corners of her half-lidded eyes. “I can if you'reâ¦taking me back to Gregor.”
“I'm only taking you over there.” He helped her into a sitting position and pointed. She turned to face front and looked through the windshield at the Mustang, with its running lights glowing in the night. “You're riding with me.”
“Afraid I'll kill yourâ¦misfits?”
“Afraid you'll force them to drug you again. And as Seth pointed out, we have no idea how much more of that your body can handle.” He closed the distance between his hand and her arm. She jerked away from his touch. “Come with me, Briar. I don't have time to play games with you. You're getting into that Mustang one way or the other, and we both know it. I won't hesitate to drug you again if you force the issue. I don't have half the ethical issues my friend Seth has.”
“I don't want your hands on me.”
He tipped his head a little in acknowledgement and sent her a single thought.
Liar.
Her eyes widened slightly, and he knew she'd heard him. Aloud, he only said, “Then they won't be. Let's go.”
“Bastard,” she muttered, gripping the sides of the van to pull herself out and down to the pavement. He moved aside to let her, then followed, fully expecting her to break into a run at any moment.
She didn't. He saw her looking for markers, though, probably so that she could broadcast her thoughts to Gregor, telling him where they were.
“I chose a spot without a road sign in sight, Briar. You're not going to be able to tell him where we are that way. Besides, you probably can't get through to Gregor anyway.”
“Of course I can.”
“No. He's put some kind of a field around the mansion. From what I've observed, it blocks psychic communication, both incoming and outgoing.”
She frowned. “He doesn't know how to do anything like that. If the mansion is a dead zone, it's always been that way. Some natural phenomenon or other.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because if Gregor knew how to do that sort of thing, he would have told me.”
“Really.” The skepticism in his voice was obvious. They reached the car, and he opened the passenger door for her. She glared at him, but got in. Leaning in over her, he flipped open the glove compartment and pulled out a blindfoldâone of those Roxy had brought along. It was black on one side, leopard print on the other, and bore a tag with the brand name Slap & Tickle and its logo, a whip crossed with a feather. He didn't even want to think about what Roxy had been doing in that particular shop, or whether this blindfold had seen a lot of use.
Briar drew back. “I'll just take it off.”
“Then I'll inject you. Your call.” And without waiting, he slid the elastic band over her face, print side in, because he didn't want to have to look at it. His fingers brushed through her hair, and he tried to ignore its silken texture as he settled the blindfold in place, then closed her door. He went around to the driver's side, got in and drove.
Roxy pulled out onto the road behind him.
“So Gregor tells you everything, then?” Reaper asked, picking up the thread of their earlier conversation.
“Important things, yes.”
“Then you know how he created that army of drones?”
She pursed her lips. He didn't like not being able to see her eyes, trying to read them, but it was necessary. “I wouldn't tell you if I did.”
“I didn't ask you to tell me. I asked you if you knew.”