Midnight Rising (30 page)

    “What the fuck do you mean, he’s bringing her in with him? My man had better have a goddamn good reason for bringing that reporter back into this compound.”

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    Any irritation Dylan had felt toward Rio for his polite gratitude was dwarfed by the dread that ran cold in her veins when she heard the Order’s leader bellow in outrage. She didn’t want to think she needed Rio’s protection, but the presence of his broad palm coming to rest at the small of her back as they entered the meeting room full of eight grim-faced, combat-garbed vampire warriors was the only thing that kept her knees from quaking beneath her.

    Dylan’s eyes made a quick scan of the menace she faced: Lucan, the dark-haired one in charge, was obvious. He’d been with Rio earlier today, laying down the curt instructions that she be taken back home to New York and mind-scrubbed like her mom, her boss, and her friends.

    Beside Lucan at an impressive command center of more than half a dozen computer workstations and twice as many monitors was a Breed male with spiky blond hair that looked like it had been raked into a state of total anarchy on the top of his head. He glanced at Dylan from over the tops of thin rectangular sunglasses with pale sky blue lenses. Of all of the warriors gathered there, this one seemed the least threatening, even though he was easily more than six feet tall and had a body as lean and fit and muscular as the others.

    “This is Dylan Alexander,” Rio announced to the group. “I’m sure by now you’ve heard all about what happened in Jicín, with the cave, and the pictures Dylan took of what was inside.”

    Lucan crossed his arms over his chest. “What I’d like to know is why you apparently ignored mission directives and brought her back with you tonight. She may be a Breedmate, but she’s a civilian, Rio. A civilian with media contacts, for fuck’s sake.”

    “Not anymore,” Dylan interjected, speaking for herself before Rio was forced to defend her. “My media contacts, such as they were, are gone. And even if they weren’t, you have my word that I would never willfully divulge any of what I know to the outside world. I wish I’d never taken those pictures or written that story. I am truly sorry for anything I’ve done to put the Breed at risk of exposure.”

    If they believed her, none of them gave any clear indication of that. The rest of the Order stared at her from where they were seated at a large conference table, like a jury measuring the convicted. Niko and Kade were there, sitting next to a black warrior with a skull-trim and shoulders that would dwarf the biggest NFL linebacker. But if that guy looked menacing, the one across the table from him was even more intimidating. With shoulder-length tawny hair and shrewd, jewel-green eyes, the warrior looked like he’d seen-and likely done-it all…and then some.

    He watched Dylan with a narrowed, studying gaze, as did the remaining two males in the room-a cocky-looking warrior polishing a rather nasty pair of curved blades, and a military-type with a tight buzz cut, chiseled chin and cheekbones, and grim, steel blue eyes.

    Rio’s arm came around her shoulders. It was a light embrace that made her feel safe, as if she wasn’t standing alone before this dangerous cadre of combat-trained warriors. Rio supported her, perhaps her sole ally in the room.

    He trusted her. Dylan could feel that trust in the warmth of his body, and in the tender way he looked at her as he addressed his brethren.

    “You all are aware of Dylan’s discovery of the hidden cave on that mountain, but you haven’t heard exactly how it was that she was able to find it.” Rio cleared his throat. “Eva showed her the way.”

    A rumble of disbelief-even blatant hostility-rolled through the room. But it was Lucan’s voice that rose above them all.

    “Now you’re telling us she’s somehow connected to that traitorous bitch? Just how the hell is that possible when Eva’s been dead for the past year?”

    “Dylan saw Eva’s ghost that day on the mountain,” Rio said. “That is Dylan’s special ability, to see and hear the dead. Eva appeared to her and guided her to me up in that cave.”

    Dylan watched the warriors absorb that bit of news. She could see from nearly every hard face in the room that Eva had no friends among them. And no wonder, considering what she’d done to Rio. What she’d done to them all through her betrayal.

    “Tonight Dylan saw another dead female,” Rio said.

    “She saw another Breedmate, actually. This time the apparition appeared in her mother’s hospital room. The dead girl said something I think you’re all going to want to hear.”

    He turned to Dylan and gave her a nod to continue the explanation herself. She met the grave stares and carefully relayed everything Toni’s spirit had told her, line for line, recalling every word in case it might help make sense of the warning from the Other Side.

    “Jesus Christ,” said the warrior over at the bank of computer equipment as Dylan finished speaking. He raked his fingers over his scalp, further mussing the cropped blond spikes. “Rio, remind me again what you said the other day about someone potentially breeding another population of first generation Breed vampires?”

    Rio nodded, and the grim look on his face put a chill in Dylan’s spine. “If the Ancient has been awakened successfully from its hibernation, what’s to say it’s not procreating? Or being made to procreate?”

    As Dylan listened to them talk, pieces of a puzzle she’d been mulling over for the past several days-ever since she set foot in that cave-now clicked into place in her mind. The hidden crypt with its open tomb. The strange, otherworldly symbols on the walls. The unshakable sense of evil that permeated the dark cavern, even though its original occupant was gone…

    The cave had been a holding tank-a hibernation chamber, just like Rio had inadvertently told her.

    And the dangerous creature that had been sleeping inside it was now loose somewhere.

    Breeding.

    Killing.

Oh, God.

    From across the long table, Nikolai shot a frown in Rio’s direction. “With the last of those alien savages back in the baby-making business, the question then would be, how long has he been going at it?”

    “And on how many Breedmates,” Lucan added soberly. “If we truly have a scenario here where Breedmates are being captured and held somewhere, and, in at least a few cases, killed, then I hate to even consider where this could be heading. Gideon, you wanna run a check on Darkhaven records, see if there are any missing persons reports on Breedmates over the past decade or so?”

    “On it,” he replied, hitting the keyboard and firing off what appeared to be multiple searches on multiple computers.

    The warrior at the conference table who looked like something out of
Soldier of Fortune
, spoke up next. “Well, nothing short of a miracle, but the Enforcement Agency’s Regional Director has actually agreed to a meeting tonight. You want me to mention this newsflash from the dead Breedmate to Director Starkn?”

    Lucan seemed to ponder the idea, then he gave a vague shake of his head. “Let’s hold off on that for now, Chase. We’re not sure precisely what we’re looking for yet, and we’ll be upsetting the Agency’s apple cart bad enough when we tell them we think the population’s few remaining Gen Ones are being targeted for assassination.”

    Chase nodded in agreement.

    As the group began talking amongst themselves, Lucan walked over to speak with Rio and Dylan privately.

    “I appreciate the information,” he told her. “But as valuable as it may prove to be, this compound is no place for a civilian.” He glanced at Rio, those silvery eyes studying him closely. “She was given a choice and she made it. You know we can’t permit her to stay. Not as a civilian.”

    “Yeah,” Rio said. “I know that.”

    Lucan waited, obviously tuned in to the fact that something intimate had passed between Dylan and Rio. He cleared his throat. “So, if you’ve got something to tell me, my man…”

    Through the lengthy silence that answered, Dylan unconsciously held her breath. She didn’t know what she was waiting for Rio to say: That he was prepared to challenge Lucan’s rule? That he loved her and would fight to keep her at his side, no matter what the rest of the Order thought of her?

    But he didn’t say anything like that.

    “I need to talk to Dante,” he told Lucan. “And I need to talk to Tess. There’s something important I need to ask her.”

    Lucan considered him through narrowed eyes. “You know what I expect, Rio. You let me know if anything changes.”

    “Yeah,” Rio replied.

    When Lucan turned and strode back to converse with Gideon, Rio lifted Dylan’s chin on the edge of his hand. “I promised you that I was going to try to help your mother,” he reminded her gently. At her nod, he went on. “I don’t know if it can be done, but before we can talk about you and I, that question needs to be answered. I know I can’t ask you to stay with me when you’re hurting to be near your family. I wouldn’t ask that of you.”

    Hope flickered in her chest. “But do you…want to ask me to stay with you?”

    He caressed her cheek, smoothing her hair back behind her ear. “God, yes. I want that, Dylan, very much.”

    Rio bent his head down and kissed her, right there in front of the other warriors. It was brief but so, so sweet. When he drew back, Dylan felt the eyes of the Order on her-on both of them. But it was Rio’s eyes that held her spellbound. They were heated with desire and tender affection, the huge irises flashing with sparks of amber light.

    “Let me take you back to my quarters and get you something to eat. I have to talk to Dante and Tess, but I won’t be long.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

R
io’s quarters were quiet when he returned to them a short while later. He could smell the trace scents of the other Breedmates who’d been there not long ago to bring her food and keep her company, but it was Dylan’s juniper and honey essence that drew him through the empty rooms toward the bedroom suite. The shower was running in the adjacent bathroom, and it didn’t take much for him to imagine a lot of rolling steam and sudsy hot water licking her beautiful body.

    He approached the partially open door and discovered that the reality was even better than his imagination.

    Dylan stood beneath the double heads of the huge walk-in shower, her hands braced on the tiles, spine arched in a graceful curve that caught the drenching blasts of the sprays. Her chin was tilted back, eyes closed. Her fiery hair was soaked to a dark copper shot with gold, clinging to her like wet silk as she rinsed the shampoo from its length.

    Frothy white suds ran over the round cheeks of her backside…
Cristo,
down between them too, into the tight cleft of her ass and onto her long, slender thighs.

    Rio licked his lips, his mouth gone suddenly dry. He felt the ache of his emerging fangs, and the answering throb of his cock as hunger rose within him for this female.

His female,
answered an impulse that was purely male, purely Breed.

    He wanted her. Wanted her wet and warm beneath him, and he didn’t think he could wait too long to have her.

    He must have made some kind of noise because Dylan’s head came down sharply and turned toward him. Her eyes snapped open, then she smiled at him through the glass…a slow, seductive smile that made him wish he was naked right now, climbing under the water with her.

    But making love in the darkness of a small church alcove was a far different thing than doing it face-to-face, body to body, in the bright yellow light and mirrored expanse of where they were now. In here, he had nowhere to hide. Dylan would see him-all of him, all of the scars she may not have noticed when they were making love in the dark several hours ago.

    Shame made him want to douse the dozen recessed lights overhead. He flicked an irritated glance upward, but Dylan’s voice distracted him from the thought.

    “Rio…join me.”

Madre de Dios,
but the sound of that husky invitation was almost enough to distract him from all thought completely…except for the one that urged him to take his clothes off and do as she was asking him to.

    He met her eyes through the glass of the shower door, his own heavy-lidded and sharp with the flood of swamping amber that was surely turning his pupils into thinnest slivers of black.

    “I want you in here with me,” Dylan said. She held his stare as she ran her palms up her flat belly and over the buoyant swells of her breasts. “Come in here with me…I want to feel your hands on me. All over me.”

Holy…fuck.

    Rio’s jaw was clamped so tightly his molars should have shattered. It was damn hard to wallow in self-doubt or shame when the only woman he wanted-a woman he wanted more than anything ever before in his entire existence-was looking at him like she intended to devour him whole.

    He got rid of his boots and socks, then stripped out of his shirt and pants and boxers. He stood there, naked, fully erect, his
dermaglyphs
pulsing with all the colors of his desire. Hands fisted at his sides, he let Dylan take a good long look at him. It was excruciating-those first few seconds as her darkening eyes lowered and her gaze swept slowly over him.

    He knew what she was seeing. Hell, he could see it well enough for himself: his battered torso, the skin of which was glossy and tight in some places, rough in others, where he still carried tiny pieces of shrapnel embedded several layers down into his flesh. And farther down was the thick red scar that ran down the length of his left thigh, the gash that had almost cost him the limb entirely.

    Dylan was seeing all of that ugliness now.

    He waited for her eyes to lift.

    He waited to see pity in her face, dreaded that he might see revulsion.

    “Rio,” she murmured thickly.

    Her head came up slowly and her eyes met his. Her peridot gaze was the color of a night-dark forest now, her pupils large beneath the heavy fall of her lashes. There was no pity there, nothing but dusky, feminine desire.