SEDUCTIVE SUPERNATURALS: 12 Tales of Shapeshifters, Vampires & Sexy Spirits (97 page)

The black horse threw his head back as the hawk’s sharp talons cut into his ear. Colin weighed his options, with his wounded wing he wouldn’t be able to bear Juliana’s weight and stay airborne as a hawk. His best chance for saving her was in his human form.

He’d never shifted in midair before. He wasn’t even sure it was possible.

Circling the horse, he glided closer to the shore. Benedict followed. Juliana’s limp body was still draped over his back, secured by his magic. Water splashed over her head. Was she breathing?

His pulse raced, and the hawk screeched, diving once more. As he neared the water, Colin used all of his power to force the giant bird back, regaining his true form as he hit the ocean. Cold waves greeted him, the shock intensifying his awareness.

Colin grabbed the horse’s head, pulling him toward the shore. Benedict’s strong legs fought for the open sea. This was his territory; he had the upper hand.

He also had an ego the size of Ireland itself.

Colin pulled himself close to the massive animal’s ear. “You disappoint me, water horse. I came for a fight, not a swim.”

The horse broke free of Colin’s grip and slammed his large head against the top of Colin’s skull. Stars exploded at the edges of his vision. Blood dripped into his eye as he snagged a fistful of the stallion’s mane to keep from going under. Juliana’s head was submerged, draped over the water horse. Panic seized him. She’d drown…if she hadn’t already.

He reached for her, catching her around the waist. Using all his Night Walker strength, he tugged, trying to free her, Benedict’s magic held. Desperate to save her, he drew back his right arm and plunged it through the waves, connecting with the soft flesh of the beast’s flank.

The horse groaned, swinging his head around to snap at Colin. His teeth broke the skin on Colin’s wounded shoulder, but the distraction worked. Juliana slipped off his back. Colin pulled her close, keeping her face above the water, but she didn’t gasp for breath. He turned for the shore, pushing his body to move at an inhuman speed.

Benedict pursued him, but Colin kept focused on the beach. Racing up the sand, he laid Juliana down, pressing at her abdomen. Her lips were blue, her mind silent, and her heartbeat weak and slow. Finally, water spilled from her lips.

Come on, angel. Fight.

Lightning arced through the sky as Benedict shifted form. Colin spun around, his eyes burning with rage. Benedict smirked. “Too little too late, Night Walker.”

Colin rushed him, knocking Benedict to the ground. The water horse retaliated with a right hook into Colin’s temple. It stunned him for a moment, just long enough for Benedict to wriggle free.

Benedict crouched, circling Colin. Blood trickled down his chin. “It’s your fault she’s gone. I never would have hurt her, but you left me no choice.”

“You will never hurt another woman. I promise you that.”

He laughed. “You do not have the strength to stop me.”

A wet cough. Colin glanced over his shoulder, relief washing over him.
That’s it, love. Keep fighting. Breathe.

Benedict ran at him. Colin kept himself between the water horse and Juliana, taking the powerful blow to his midsection. His lungs emptied, aching for air as he shoved Benedict. He pulled in a breath, his fangs lengthening, eyes burning crimson.

“I have more than enough strength to stop
you
.”

Motioning Colin to come for him, Benedict backed toward the waves. “You fell from the sky, Night Walker. You’re nursing a broken wing.”

“I am still the God of the South, upholder of the mortal world.” With inhuman speed and power, he slammed into Benedict, his right hand cracking through Benedict’s chest and gripping his black heart. Clenching it tight, he growled, “There is much more to me than my left arm.”

Benedict clutched his arm, too weakened to push him away.

He pulled the heart free, tossing it aside. A Night Walker’s death. Would it kill an aughisky? Colin wasn’t sure, but it would slow him down either way.

Benedict gaped, eyes wide as his grip on Colin’s arm loosened and his hands dropped to the wet sand. Colin stumbled back, rushing to Juliana’s side. Her pulse was stronger, her breathing ragged, but she didn’t open her eyes.

Colin scooped her up, careful to brace her head against his right arm.
Hang on. Please.

He kissed her forehead and raced down the shoreline. With his weakened left arm, he’d never be able to climb up the cliff and hold on to her at the same time. Normally he’d shift—his large hawk could easily carry a human—but not anymore.

For the first time, that realization didn’t send him spiraling into a bitter pool of self-loathing and rage. He’d find another way. It didn’t make him useless or incapable.

He slowed when he reached the Royal Victoria Hospital. Carrying her through the emergency room doors, he kissed her lips, struggling to keep his emotions in check as the triage team rushed out.

Come back to me,
in yaah
. Please.
He barely noticed his shift to his native Mayan language.
I love you, Juliana.

The staff laid her on a gurney, shouting about her blood pressure and heart rate before wheeling her away. Colin stood, lost in the simple weight of his own words.

He loved her. It had taken falling off a cliff and nearly losing her to the water horse for him to recognize love for what it was. And now it might be too late. Breaking out of his mental fog, he rushed down the hallway, careful not to allow himself to move faster than the humans around him.

“You’ll have to wait out here, sir.”

He stopped but kept watching Juliana through the window in the door. They put an oxygen mask on her and connected wires and tubes he didn’t recognize. A nurse came out into the hall, empathy shining in her eyes. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“She was unconscious in the ocean.” He paused, his gaze shifting to the nurse’s face. “You can save her, right?”

“She’s got a knot on her head. We’re stitching that up now, but it’s her lungs we need to watch.” She broke eye contact, jotting some notes on her clipboard. “We will do everything we can.”

But her concerns were loud and clear in her thoughts:
brain damage, pneumonia, organ donation
.

Colin reached for the woman’s arm. Her eyes met his, and he infused his words with a mental shove. “Her name is Juliana. She cannot hear, so she won’t respond to verbal cues. She’s a fighter. She will survive this. Help her.”

The nurse stared into his eyes and nodded before going back into the room.
Colin watched through the window. Helplessness was a foreign emotion. He wanted to swoop in and heal her, but the only way he could help would be to give her his blood. But if he did that, she would be immortal, a Night Walker. And if she had brain damage, there was no guarantee his blood could heal that. The change granted immortality in whatever form you had in that moment you changed. If her mind wasn’t whole, it would be that way forever.

This time, he needed to rely on the mortal doctors working around her.

Outside, the sky lightened. He could feel the pull of sunrise. If he didn’t leave soon, he’d be mistaken for a cadaver in the hallway. Colin rested his forehead against the glass, willing her to open her eyes.

Juliana remained motionless.

He brought his hand to the window, aching to touch her skin.
I do not know if you can hear me, but I need you. Keep fighting, angel. Keep fighting.

He forced himself to walk away, wiping a crimson tear from his cheek.

Night Angel: Chapter Ten

Colin’s heart pulsed the moment the sun dipped below the horizon.
Juliana.
His last thought as his final breath left his body and his first as he awakened. He dressed quickly and covered the miles to the hospital in a matter of seconds.

He could feed later.

“I am here to see Juliana Duffy.”

The woman at the front desk met his eyes. “Are you a family member?”

He mesmerized her, pushing his will with his words. “I need her room number. Now.”

“Of course.” She typed into her keyboard and smiled up at him. “Room 445. The elevators are on the left.”

He nodded and headed upstairs. Outside the room, he took a breath, steadying himself. When he opened the door, his chest tightened. Juliana lay on the bed, motionless, with a clear mask over her nose and mouth.

He pulled a chair beside her. As he began to sit, he noticed another woman curled up on the recliner in the corner, asleep. She had similar features to Juliana with some gray in her hair. Her mother?

Colin took Juliana’s hand, lifting it to his lips.
Can you hear me?

His pulse pounded in his ears as his heart sank.

“They’ve got her sedated.”

He snapped his attention toward the voice. Now that the woman was awake, there was no denying this was Juliana’s mother.

“You must be Colin.”

He nodded slowly, offering his hand. “Aye.”

She took his hand. “I’m Moira Duffy. Bartley tells me you saved my girl from the ocean.”

Bartley. He must’ve let her know Juliana was in the hospital when Colin stumbled into the farm just before daybreak.

He sat back down, taking Juliana’s hand. “I got her out of the water and here to the hospital, but I hope I wasn’t too late.”

Moira rubbed Juliana’s calf through the blankets. “My girl is made of tough Irish stock.” Her voice hitched, revealing her worry, but she kept her gentle smile firmly in place. “They say she’s got pneumonia in both lungs so best to keep her sleepin’ until the antibiotics do their work.”

“Has she been awake at all?”

“Not yet.” Her mother shook her head and wiped her nose. “But she will. I know it.”

He looked at Juliana’s sleeping face, praying he’d gotten to her soon enough.

Moira sat down again. Her gaze weighed on his shoulders, but he didn’t spare a glance. All his focus remained on Juliana.

“Were you two datin’? Bartley said you were her boyfriend.”

Colin almost smiled. He never imagined anyone would use that word to refer to him. Ever. He didn’t respond, just held Juliana’s hand.

Moira leaned forward in her chair. “Do ya love her?”

He met her gaze across the room with a nod. “With all my heart.”

Tears welled in her mother’s tired eyes. “Good. She deserves no less.”

* * *

The next two nights were the longest he could ever recall. Bartley came by, usually walking Moira to the cafeteria to make sure she ate. Colin half listened while Moira told stories about Juliana, but his attention was on his angel, wishing he heard her voice in his mind.

“Did she ever tell you about her dreams?”

He glanced up at Moira as she came into the room. “For the future?”

“No.” She sat down. “
Of
the future.”

He shook his head slowly. “Are you saying Juliana is psychic?”

Moira opened an envelope and pulled out a silver chain with a Celtic
triquetra pendant.

Colin straightened. “Juliana’s necklace.”

She nodded, running her finger over the pendant as it rested in her palm. “It was my mother’s. She believed all the old stories about souls being connected, our lives like threads. After the bombing, Juliana crossed over for a few minutes.”

“She died?”

“Briefly.” Moira wiped a tear. “When they revived her, she couldn’t hear, but she came back with a gift from the other side. From her grandmother.”

“Your mother was psychic?”

“Not in the way most people think. Visions came to her in dreams, connections between people.” She held up the Celtic triangle. The light caught the three points. “She passed away the year before the bombing. She left this necklace to Juliana.”

“And you believe she sent Juliana back with her gift of prophecy?”

“I don’t believe, I know.” She crossed the room and placed the necklace in his hand. “I hope my mother has the power to send her back again.”

The door closed behind her, and Colin put the pendant in Juliana’s palm, closing her fingers around it.
I miss you.
He kissed her forehead
. Take as many nights as you need. I will be right here waiting for you to find your way back to us.

He sat down and rested his forehead against her hand.

Colin?

Her voice was weak in his mind. He lifted his head, staring at her face. She didn’t move.

I’m here.
He stroked his thumb over her knuckles.
You had me worried.

Tell me what it’s like to fly.

His lips curved into a slight smile.
You remember.

I’m running out of fight.

He sobered, threading his fingers with hers.
The drugs are talking now. You are healing.

Not this time.
She gave his hand a weak squeeze.
I can’t find my way back.

No.
His eyes welled with tears.
I won’t let you go.

I don’t think you get a say in this.
A smile colored her words somehow, and a dam of emotion broke inside of him. This wasn’t right. She had saved him, repaired his broken spirit. He’d flown for her. He couldn’t lose her now.

I should have told you everything. I thought I had more time. Please, angel, don’t go. Let me heal you.

How?
her voice whispered into his mind.

I can give you my blood. Your body will be reborn immortal.
He kissed her hand, praying she would agree.
You will live only at night, and the blood of the living will sustain you.

A vampire.

No.
He ground his teeth, struggling to remain calm. She had to make this decision. He could not make it for her.
You would be a Night Walker, a protector of the mortal world. Your soul will connect with the animal spirit within you.