Shadow Bound (Unbound) (26 page)

“What if he doesn’t answer?”

If Kris didn’t answer, that would mean Jake had already gotten to him, too. He wasn’t syndicate, so he’d be harder for Jake to find than I would be, but Jake
would
find him, and he’d use Kris to get to Kenley.

He’d use anything and anyone to get to Kenley.

“If Kris doesn’t answer, keep running and don’t look back.”

Vanessa nodded solemnly. She looked scared but determined, and I felt a little better knowing that I’d made the right call in enlisting her help. Other than me and Kris, no one would work harder to protect Kenley.

The shower stopped running in the bathroom, and I leaned closer to Van over the counter. “Don’t tell her about this unless you have to run,” I whispered. “She’ll put herself in Jake’s path if she thinks it’ll help me.”

Vanessa nodded again, and this time she wasn’t just watching me, she was studying me. “I never had a sister…” she said, and I wondered how her life would have been different if she’d had someone to look out for growing up. Or someone to look out for her.

The bathroom door opened and Van blinked, then slid the filter into place above the coffeepot.

“Hey,” Kenley said, and I turned to find my sister standing in the doorway wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping on the floor. “You staying for breakfast? I’m thinking omelets.”

“Can’t. I gotta grab a shower, then head out.” I brushed past her into the hall, then stopped and tugged her into my tiny bedroom with me. “Why didn’t you tell me about Vanessa?”

Kenley frowned. “That I’m gay, or that she’s my girlfriend?”

“That you’ve been together for three months. How could you get so serious with someone without even telling your sister you’re dating?”

“We’re not really dating, exactly.” She flushed and glanced at the ground, where her toes had curled into the carpet, a nervous habit she’d had since she was a kid. “And I didn’t know if it would go anywhere at first. Then you disappeared, and I
couldn’t
tell you.”

“I’ve been out for two weeks, and you never mentioned it.”

“Yeah, I don’t have an excuse for that part.” Kenley shrugged, holding her towel closed at the seam. “And I really don’t know how serious this is. It still feels new.”

I exhaled slowly, trying to decide how much I had a right to tell her. “She really likes you, Kenni,” I finally said. “And she hasn’t had it easy, so don’t hurt her. If you’re not serious, you owe it to her to tell her.”

My sister eyed me skeptically. “This coming from a woman who loses interest in a fling before the sweat’s even dry.”

“We’re not talking about me, we’re talking about you,” I said, but she wasn’t listening. She was too busy trying to catch a glimpse of Vanessa around my door frame.

“Did she say that? She said she likes me?”

“Just trust me. And trust her, if something goes wrong.”

“What does that mean?” Kenley frowned up at me.

“Nothing. I gotta get going.” I stepped around her and into the bathroom before she could argue. Twenty minutes later, clean and dressed, I stepped through the shadows in my room and into the darkness in Ian’s bathroom, my hair still damp from the shower.

Heart pounding, I stood there for nearly a minute, listening for voices, or snoring, or footsteps. Anything to tell me where Ian was and whether or not he was alone. But I heard nothing.

My pulse roaring in my ears, I pushed the door open and stepped into the suite. The bedroom and living room were empty. Had he left? Just completely bailed on Jake’s offer? If so, I was dead.

I wiped my suddenly sweaty palms on my jeans, then walked silently down the hall and back into to the bedroom, intending to see if the sheets were still warm, and on the way, I glanced into the bathroom. I’d left the door open and the room was still empty, but his toothbrush lay on the counter.

When I got to the bed, I threw back the comforter—and nearly shrieked in surprise.

Ian was there, sound asleep, so motionless he could have been comatose. If not for the soft rise and fall of his chest, I might have thought he was dead.

Ian groaned and reached down for the covers in his sleep, and I backed silently away from the bed. When he couldn’t find the covers, his eyes opened and he sat up slowly, one hand rubbing his forehead. He winced, then his eyes opened. He blinked. Then he turned and looked right at me.

I froze, but he managed a smile. “Hey,” he said and flinched, like speaking hurt. Which made sense, considering the half-empty full-size bottle of whiskey on the nightstand. “You’ll have to give me a minute here. Gravity’s a real bitch this morning.”

Sixteen

Ian

“Y
ou’re hungover,” Kori said, but there was no accusation in her voice. She sounded…relieved.

“Little bit, yeah.” I ran one hand over my hair, then scrubbed my face, trying to wake up.

“We have to talk.” She sank into a chair in the corner and sat with her hands in her lap, alternately staring at the floor and at me.

“I don’t think I can manage more than single syllable words without some coffee. And maybe a shower.” And definitely a toothbrush.

“I’ll make coffee.” She stood and looked at the open bathroom door, then headed for the hall.

The shower felt good—dual massage heads—but I did not. I hadn’t been that drunk or that hungover in a long time.

Soaked, dizzy and nauseated, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, and only then realized that my suitcase and all my clothes were in the living room. With Kori. Fortunately there was a fresh white terry-cloth robe hanging from the back of the bathroom door.

Wrapped in the robe, I followed the scent of coffee into the living room to find Kori leaning against the counter over the minibar. I reached for the suitcase against one wall. “Just let me get—”

“Did you tell him?” she interrupted, setting an empty coffee mug on the counter.

“Did I tell who what?”

“Jake. Did you tell him about last night? About what I told you?”

I set the suitcase down, resisting the urge to close my eyes and slide down the wall to sit on the floor. “Think about how hungover I am now and how drunk I must have been last night and see if you can follow that thread of logic to its natural conclusion.”

Kori rolled her eyes, and just watching that made me dizzy. “Quit talking like an asshole and just tell me. Please. Did you report me to Jake?”

I crossed the room slowly, drawn as much by the thread of fear in her voice as by the promise of caffeine. “No. I haven’t spoken to anyone in the syndicate since we left the restaurant last night.” And frankly, I was a little insulted that she thought I would tattle on her, even though logically, I knew she had no reason to trust me.

Kori took a deep breath, then met my gaze. “What will it take to keep you from reporting me?”

I frowned and gripped the back of the couch for balance. “Are you trying to bribe me?”

“I’m negotiating.” She opened the cabinet next to the minibar and pulled out a sugar dish full of packets of artificial sweetener. “And it’d be a lot easier if you’d give me a starting point.”

“Why?” I sank into an armchair across from her, acutely aware that I was nude beneath the robe, and tried to catch her gaze again. “Why are you negotiating? Why do you live life like you’re constantly volleying for position or looking for an advantage? Life isn’t a contract to be negotiated, Kori.”

“Mine is, and you’re only making that harder.”

“Okay, if you don’t mind, I’m going to offer an amateur diagnosis.” I’d come into the room for underwear and wound up playing shrink instead. “But please keep in mind that I’m extremely hungover at the moment. Either the room is spinning around me, or I’m actually tilting in this chair.”

“You’re tilting.” Kori tore open a sugar packet and a million tiny crystals spilled onto the counter. “What is it you think you’re diagnosing?”

“Your life. Your problems. Because frankly, I think those are one and the same.”

“Well, you got that much right.” She poured coffee into a second mug and dumped a packet of powdered creamer into it. “What’s your diagnosis?”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes until the room stopped spinning. Then I met her gaze. “I think the reason you value the truth so highly, even when it hurts, is that you don’t experience much of it. Syndicate life seems to be lie after lie, strung together with cruel manipulation and brutal compulsion. So let me be completely honest with you for a moment.” Well, as honest as I could be without getting us both killed. “I like you. I like you a lot.”

Her eyes widened, and I couldn’t tell if she was surprised by what I was saying, or by the fact that I was saying it at all.

She started to reply, but I cut her off. I wasn’t done. “Yes, I wanted you to stay for a while last night, but not because I was playing some kind of sadistic game. I wanted you to stay because I like your company.”

Kori stuck a stirrer in her coffee. “Now I
know
you’re lying.” But her grip on the mug was tense, like she didn’t want to believe her own words.

“Why? Why is it so hard for you to believe that someone could want to be with you with no ulterior motive?”

“Because it’s never happened.” She set the full pot on the coffee table in front of me, along with an empty mug. “Everyone wants something. Even my sister needs me for protection.”

“Okay, but I bet she’d do as much for you as you’ve done for her, if she had the chance. Every now and then, someone may just want to be near you, Kori. Or do you honestly think Kenley would kick you out if you were no use to her?”

“No. But she’s my sister. You’re…”

“A job. I know.” And even hearing it from my own mouth stung a little. “But even if that’s all you see in me, that’s not all I see in you. I have no intention of reporting what happened last night to Tower. Nor will I report anything that happens today. I won’t tell him anything you don’t want me to. I swear on my life.”

“You’re serious?” She frowned, but I knew her skepticism ran much deeper than a cynical expression. “Why?”

“Because believe it or not, I’m not trying to hurt you, and I don’t want someone else assigned as my recruiter. So nothing that was said here will leave this room.” Except what I’d already told Aaron. “Think of this suite as our own personal Las Vegas. What happens here…”

“Stays here,” she finished, and I nodded. Kori sank onto the couch across from me and glanced at the coffeepot. “I’m not going to serve you. Unless that’ll get you to sign on. Or have I already ruined any chance of that?” She said it casually, but her eyes didn’t match her tone. My answer mattered. A lot.

I picked up the coffeepot and filled my mug, glad my stomach was finally starting to settle. “What will happen if I don’t?” I asked, but she only stared into her coffee. “The truth, Kori. You owe me that.”

And finally she looked up, anger flashing in her bold, aggressive gaze, like she was daring me to disagree with something she hadn’t even said yet. “If I can’t get you to sign, he’ll hurt Kenley to punish me. Then he’ll execute me.”

A bolt of anger burned through the center of my chest, and my jaw clenched. “Execute?”

She lifted her mug with shaking hands, and I felt like I was burning alive, consumed by my own rage. “Death by conflicting orders.”

“That’s sick. That’s not death, it’s torture.”

“It’s both. It’s also an object lesson. Public executions tend to keep the masses in line.”

I wanted to beat Jake Tower into the ground until the earth accepted him back.

“I’ll sign,” I said. My words were a lie, but my intent was true. I would do whatever it took to protect her from him, but that wouldn’t involve signing with Jake Tower. I wanted to free her from him, not enslave myself alongside her.

“Are you sure?” She looked so suddenly hopeful, yet so skeptical. So…guilty. Because she thought she was condemning me to a life like her own.

“Yes,” I said, and her obvious relief was like a ray of sunshine parting dark clouds. “But not today. I want today off. My last day as a free man. And I want you to spend it with me. If you want to.” I had to know that she wasn’t just following orders.

“Now more than ever. But don’t read too much into that.” She was actually grinning. “It’s a nice suite.”

There was something in her eyes when she said it. Something I liked. I wanted to know what scared her and what made her smile. I wanted to know what she’d wanted out of life before she’d joined the syndicate, and if that was what she still wanted.

“Was any of it true, Kori? About your parents, and your grandmother? Or was that just part of the role he made you play?”

“I can’t tell you everything,” she said, meeting my gaze. “But nothing I said was a lie.” She took another sip from her coffee, and the stiffness in her shoulders eased. She looked almost relaxed, and I realized she’d been tense since the moment I’d met her, and probably for years before that.

My lie had set her at ease and given her a borrowed sense of security. But I wanted her to have those both permanently. I wanted her to have a real life, free from compulsion, humiliation and pain. And I only knew of one way to make that happen.

I needed to talk to her sister alone—a chance to convince her to do the right thing, not just for Steven, but for Kori, too. Kenley Daniels was the source of so much trouble, but she might also be the solution.

But Kori couldn’t know what we were planning, because she’d have to report me to Tower.

“So, what do you want to do today?” Kori asked, and I struggled to wipe my thoughts from my expression. She couldn’t know what I was thinking about until it was done.

“I don’t know,” I said, stirring my coffee. “How would you spend your last day as a free woman? What should I absolutely see before I sign?”

“The fork in the river,” Kori said without hesitation. “My favorite place in the city. There’s a park on the south side, right where the river splits, and you can see all three districts from there. And there’s this vendor in the park that serves the best hot dogs in the city. The secret is the potato bread buns.”

“Hot dogs?” I laughed.

Kori shrugged. “Jake said no more bars. He didn’t say anything about hot dogs in the park.”

“Do they have sauerkraut?”

“Of course.”

“I’m in. Let me get dressed.”

I threw on some clothes, and then Kori and I took a cab to the fork in the river, because she couldn’t shadow-walk into a park in broad daylight. I don’t know what I was expecting to see, but the carousel surprised me.

“My parents took us here once when I was a kid,” she explained, leading me along the waist-high wrought-iron fence containing a crowd of children waiting their turn for a ride. “I was about five, so Kenley would have been three, and Kris was probably almost seven. I rode that black one, with the gold reins.”

“Of course you did.” The carousel horse she’d pointed out was one of only three not painted in some pastel shade with a white mane. Her horse was more dignified, and probably a little creepy from a child’s perspective, its lips pulled back from its teeth like it was in midwhinny.

“I fell off and busted my knee on one of the bolts on the floor,” she said, watching the carousel turn. “My mom swooped in to pick me up while my dad sprayed all the blood with bleach solution.” She stopped walking and crossed her arms over her chest. “I wonder if any of it’s still there, in the cracks.”

“If so, there’s no way it’s viable,” I said, but I’d misunderstood her intent. She wasn’t worried. She looked…interested.