Shades of Blood (22 page)

Eden was barely cognizant of the freedom she
’
d obtained, driving the SUV past Cyrus
’
security checkpoints and out onto the I-90, her only plan to guess where Noah had taken off to. Right now he was upset. As upset as she was. He
’
d want somewhere familiar, somewhere quiet. A favorite place. The only place in Boston Eden remembered him speaking of was a quiet coffee house situated in a bookstore on Mount Auburn Street in Cambridge, near the Rosovsky Hall end.

So Cambridge it was.

Fingers clenching around the wheel, Eden shook her head, ignoring the flip flop thump of her heart against her ribcage. It was strange, how through all the crap, when she thought she was going to lose him she wasn
’
t nearly so angry at him. Being in love sucked.

But it didn
’
t, she sighed. Not really.

In fact, most of the time it was pretty frickin
’
awesome.

Not now. When her stomach roiled and adrenaline spiked her blood in the worst way possible. She was a jittery, terrified mess.

Did it mean she would let Romany off the hook? Had Jack
’
s words worked magic on her?

Eden cursed and hit the wheel. No! It did not mean that! It just meant… it meant… that she at least understood the part where Jack said Noah and Cyrus were trying to protect her from herself. OK. It wasn
’
t easy being alone in this. In fact it hurt like hell that everyone she cared about said if in her shoes they would let Romany go. It made her feel twisted and dark and very much old school Eden. But it was something a grown up would accept. Everyone saw the world differently.

Noah got that.

And if he… was somehow willing to love her when her perspective on life drove him crazy then the least she could do was return the favor.

And that
’
s exactly what she
’
d tell him.

If she ever found the pain in the ass.

By the time Eden was driving onto Mount Auburn Street the wheel of the SUV was slick with sweat from her hands and the back of her neck felt sticky, as if the air around her had turned muggy. Wide-eyed and searching, Eden slowed to a crawl and checked left and right for the bookstore with the coffee shop. Her heart stilled at the sight of it and she pulled into an empty space, cutting off an angry driver who pounded his horn at her. Not really in the mood to be chastised, Eden flipped him off in the rear view mirror.

She eyed the parking meter and then the bookshop. Jack had told her not to get out of the car unless she was sure she
’
d found Noah. Sighing, she tugged her smartphone out of her jeans and called Noah. It went straight to voicemail.

Balls.

Nothing for it then.

Feeling somehow naked stepping out of the SUV alone, in daylight, weaponless, Eden hurried over to feed the parking meter. Bravely, she spun around slowly and watched the bookshop across the street. She really didn
’
t want to do this in public. But she would.

Oh god, what if he wasn
’
t in there?

Bracing herself, Eden checked right and left before jogging across the street to the store. Her hand was actually shaking as she reached for the handle. A bell jingled above as she stepped inside, the smell of old books and coffee surprisingly comforting in the warmth of the store. Shelves of books were situated haphazardly on one side of the room, and on the other were comfortable armchairs all near a big old-fashioned fireplace. In the far end was the coffee counter. Eden
’
s eyes washed over everyone. No Noah. She ducked around the bookshelves on the other side of the room. No Noah.

Where the hell was he?

Feeling tears of frustration prick her eyes, Eden hurried from the shop and the stares of the customers. She tried Noah again but his phone kept going to voicemail. Sucking down a teary breath, Eden gazed numbly at the ground, trying to think. It was growing dark already. Where would he go?

“Well… this is convenient,” a soft, accented voice said in Eden
’
s ear. A female voice.

Eden moved to spin around at the flood of warning that crashed over her system but her body was stuck.

What the…

She gasped and tried to move but it was like something was holding her in place with iron bands around her body. She searched the street for help but she didn
’
t know what the hell she needed help from.

“Don
’
t,” the female reprimanded. “There is no point. My gift is holding you in place.”

Horror dawned with comprehension.
I don
’
t effing believe it!
she screamed inwardly, closing her eyes in self-directed anger. “Cosmina Arcos?”

“At your service.” The voice moved and suddenly Eden was looking up into the face of a very tall, sharp-featured woman. A woman much younger than Eden had imagined. Her brown eyes lanced through Eden with disdain. Her features were taut and Eden noticed a bead of sweat on her forehead. She was using her telekinesis to keep Eden in place… but it was tiring her out. Eden pushed against her power again and Arcos
’
eyes flared. “Don
’
t.” She jerked her head and with the movement Eden was propelled forward. “This way.” Cosmina glanced around now before grabbing a hold of Eden
’
s upper arm. Together with her Neith strength and telekinesis Eden found herself being forcefully dragged up the street. People stared but Eden couldn
’
t ask for help. What help could they give? She
’
d only get the humans hurt. Try as she might, Eden pushed back against Cosmina
’
s terrifyingly powerful gift, hoping to exhaust her but Arcos kept them moving. “My people obviously were not strong enough to bring you down, Ms. Winslow. Part of me is impressed. Much to my own disgust.” Her thin upper lip curled at Eden in a sneer. “You are an abomination, Ms. Winslow. Your existence is an affront to the warrior races. I cannot allow you to muddy our legacy.”

“You
’
re deranged,” Eden hissed. “And the name is
MacDouglas
.”

With a wincing jerk, Cosmina veered right, dragging Eden up the stoop of a block of apartments that were housed above a Chinese takeaway. With a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching, Arcos snapped the handle down, breaking the entry door lock. For a second Eden felt a loosening around her body and tried to tug herself out of the Neith
’
s hold. Unfortunately it only infuriated the Councilwoman and she squeezed her telekinesis around Eden, so much so she felt as if she were being compressed against one wall by another. Struggling for breath, Eden could only let herself be dragged up two flights of stairs.

Arcos stopped on the landing, the light dim, the air chilly and disturbing. She cocked her head to the side, listening as beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and dark stains appeared under her armpits. “It
’
s empty.” She pointed to apartment 3b and Eden was pulled towards it despite her attempts to dig in her heels. Her body wouldn
’
t listen to her and she growled in fury. “Be quiet,” Cosmina snapped before she kicked the door in, causing way more noise than Eden had. With a vicious roll of power, Cosmina shoved Eden into the apartment so hard and so fast she flew backwards down the hall, her impact with the floor so devastating the floorboards splintered beneath her. She felt a sharp pain in her hand and groaned, her body free to move again. Hissing, Eden lifted her right hand, her eyes widening at the sight of a thin shard of wood that had shot through and through her palm. Warm blood trickled down her wrist and her heart grew small with hatred. A renewed energy pulsed through her now that Cosmina had freed her body from the telekinesis and Eden snarled, ripping the wood out, careless of splinters that may have gotten caught in her blood as the wound healed over. It didn
’
t matter. She was immortal and any hurt the splinter caused within would heal. Right now… Eden had bigger worries.

As soon as
he realized the counting of another white dash on the road wasn
’
t doing anything to make him feel better, Noah turned the black Ford Mustang around and floored it back up the I-90. He was actually shaking from his argument with Eden.

He cursed inwardly, using a rather unfortunate self-directed insult about himself and the way he was reacting. The nice word for it was
‘
girl
’
. Exhaling, Noah pulled off onto Cyrus
’
private road, the security guards letting him through one by one. He shouldn
’
t have driven off like that but… he had to get away from Eden. He needed some space before he said another hundred million things he didn
’
t really mean. Like her, he was just frustrated, angry, confused. Part of him also wondered if they would have been able to work this out together if Romany hadn
’
t been an ex-girlfriend. If Eden would admit to that being part of the problem it would help him out in more ways than one. He hated how jealous he was over Jack and Eden
’
s friendship. He didn
’
t want to be that guy… that possessive, caveman guy who walloped other guys over the head for just blinking at his girl.

Love was making him crazy.

The house seemed quiet when Noah stepped into the foyer. He eyed the stairs carefully, wondering if he should hunt Eden down. Talk to her again.

“Bad idea,” he whispered, just wincing at the thought of the damage they could do to each other right then.

Was Romany and Eden right?

Did he not get Eden?

Were they too different?

“Shit.”

“Problem?”

Noah turned and nodded deferentially. “Princeps.”

Cyrus stood on the other side of the foyer watching him carefully. “Darius arrived five minutes ago. He is taking a shower and then we will be meeting with him.”

Noah nodded, always awed and a little uneasy around Darius. “Did we get what we need on Adam?”

“Not yet. But I am sure we will.” Cyrus sighed and nodded his head towards the stairs that led down to his office. “Come with me.”

Curious, Noah followed obediently. Inside it was warm and cozy. Noah liked Cyrus
’
office. It had the appearance more of an academic
’
s retreat than a big, bruising warrior
’
s. Books and papers littered every inch of his desk, bookshelves wept under the strain of the tomes pressing up against one another on them. Comfortable armchairs and a fireplace added the finishing touches. “An update?”

“Yes,” The Princeps replied carefully. There was a triumphant glint in his dark eyes that sent a buzz of anticipation through Noah. “I contacted The Tribunal.”

“And?”

“They were unaware of Darwin Rice
’
s activities and wished to deal with him themselves.”

Noah frowned. “I hope you talked them out of that.”

“No, I threatened them out of that. I promised them retribution if they did not find me Rice
’
s location for me to deal with him as I wanted. Landon Anderson agreed to my demand. I have a location and you are not going to believe this.