The Siren (Laments of Angels & Dark Chemistry Book 1) (20 page)

Lucienne dropped all her defenses and giggled. Ashburn tickled her harder until she rolled on the ground, laughing and begging. “Stop. Stop it! Please, Ashburn!”

“Are you leaving? Promise you’re leaving.” Somehow, Ashburn had taken off one of Lucienne’s boots, and he tickled the sole of her foot. Her Eidolon vibrated in her belt, but Lucienne couldn’t get to it while laughing so hard and feeling as weak as a jellyfish.

Cam wheeled around them like a frantic referee in a boxing ring. It’d be humiliating for Lucienne to command the giant to help her stop Ashburn since she had forbidden him to interfere earlier. If Kian and Vladimir had been here, they would have thrown this insolent boy off her without a word. “Fine.” She rolled into a ball, giggling like hell, yet very irritated. “This is ridiculous, Ashburn!” she called between her giggles.

Ashburn let her go. “You’ve promised,” and began to put her boot on for her.

Sitting up, Lucienne snatched her boot and put it on herself. Her eyes stayed on alert; her cheeks flamed with exasperation.

He still crouched beside her, his eyes intent.

If he tried that again, Lucienne decided, she’d kick him really hard. “I gave you my word, and I’m leaving as promised, but I’ll come back. So, if you don’t want me to return, tell me what’s inside the building.”

“Something that can and will kill you, and nothing and no one can stop it.”

Lucienne peered into Ashburn’s eyes and chill sank into her veins. “What is that thing?”

“I can’t define it.”

“Why does it want to kill me?”

“Because you’re the Siren.”

“Many people have tried to erase me because of my title.”

“Then because of me.”

“You? Why you?”

“Because you’re a fatal threat to me.”

“I thought it was the opposite,” Lucienne said. “You got the powers, remember?”

Ashburn sighed. “We’re each other’s death trap.”

Lucienne admitted there was an unnatural magnetism between them, but it was far-fetched to regard it as a fatal attraction. She tilted her head in amusement and held Ashburn’s gaze, her warm chocolate eyes glinting under the white moonlight.

“The world comes alive in them,” he murmured, his pupils dilating. The rings around them lit like fire, which made Lucienne’s pulse quicken.

She had never seen him look at Violet this way. Ashburn leaned closer, his hand reaching for her face. Lucienne’s heart slammed against her rib cage. She lifted her chin, like a cat expecting a delicious pat. Then a clang blasted from the Ghost House.

Ashburn jerked back his hand as if burned. The silver light in his eyes darkened. “Stay away from here and away from me, and I’ll do the same, for both our sakes.” On alert, he looked over his shoulder, as if a formidable foe was approaching. 

Lucienne followed his sight along the ground and spotted a shadow from the rooftop. She looked up, but didn’t see anything strange. When she looked back down, the shadow was gone.

“I don’t scare easily,” she said with a cold smile. “And I’m not one who gives up. Whoever wants to do me harm, let him come.”

Just then, the giant’s radio droned. He pushed the button, and Vladimir’s voice boomed from the radio. “I’m sorry to spoil your fun, Lucienne.” His voice was as bland as water.

Lucienne felt her heart stop.
Crap!
Vladimir had been watching the whole scene between her and Ashburn. Why did Ziyi even turn the lens on them? Lucienne stole a glance at her Eidolon. While she was giggling, she missed all three of Vladimir’s calls.

Lucienne cursed Ashburn in her head for not blocking the satellite. Did he intend for Vladimir to see them tangled together?

“I’m not having fun,” she answered. “And, Vlad, it isn’t what you thought—”

“It doesn’t matter what I think, but you need to come back to Sphinxes. Now!” Vladimir cut her off. “Aida was poisoned.”

The blood drained from Lucienne’s face. Who would want to poison her nanny? Her fists clenched. “Is she—” her voice choked. “Save her! Where’s Dr. Wren? Get the poison out of her system!”

“She’s in the castle’s emergency room. Her last meal was at the Red Mansion. She collapsed in the jet we sent for her. We believe the Sealers meant to send a message through her.”

Her enemies would hurt anyone she cared about to get to her. Tears streamed down Lucienne’s face. “I’m leaving for Sphinxes this minute,” she said. “What about her bodyguard?”

“Dead,” Vladimir said.

Lucienne turned to the giant. “Page McQuillen!”

“He already knows. Don’t take the helicopter to Sphinxes,” Vladimir said. “There’s a possible breach. I’m sending BL7 to pick you up.” He switched off his end of the radio, and he was gone from the other end.

“Lucienne.” Ashburn looked at her with concern.

Hot tears burning in her eyes, Lucienne looked away.

The air turned thick and oppressive, like her mood, like Ashburn’s. Dark clouds draped the moon, leaving only sparse starlight on Nirvana.

A few raindrops fell on Lucienne’s face. She wondered if this sudden rainstorm came from Ashburn’s mental power, but she wouldn’t turn her eyes to him when veiled by tears. Then she heard the deep bass purr of an approaching helicopter. Kian had sent it to take her back to Hell Gate.

The rain poured down in Nirvana and on Lucienne’s face as the helicopter landed in front of her.

CHAPTER 17

Aida’s condition stabilized. Lucienne asked Nurse Mary to check on her nanny every half hour before walking out of the special-care patient room in Sphinxes’ medical facility.

She went to look for Vladimir. She hadn’t seen him for over a week, ever since she left for Nirvana. Standing on the east tower of the castle, Lucienne looked over her island. The sunny sky was an electric blue; the beach endless ivory; the sea a quiescent gem. She walked down the broad stone stairs. The trees around the castle were lavish, their green foliage swaying in the breeze. It would be a nice picnic day, but Vladimir wasn’t available. He’d been avoiding her.

“Ziyi,” Lucienne called into her Eidolon phone, “where’s Vladimir?”

“Tracking him now,” Ziyi said. “Huh, he’s in the fencing room this time. He’s been using the recruits as punching bags in the training room. I don’t even want to be in the same building with him. The man’s been like a foul beast all week. He isn’t fun anymore.”

“Thanks for the updates,” Lucienne said, ready to hang up.

“Wait, Lucia,” Ziyi said. “I need to talk to you about some boy issues.”

“Boy issues will need to wait. Tell me at breakfast tomorrow.” Lucienne hung up, heading toward the gym in the west wing. Her finger punched Kian’s number, and Kian picked up on the first ring.

“Who poisoned Aida?” Lucienne asked.

“We believe Hauk is behind it.”

“So my half-brother finally crawled out of his hole.”

“We expected sooner or later he’d reconnect with his old ties in the Red Mansion,” Kian said. “We already knew Rick Lam was a traitor.”

“Take him out.”

“But we decided to leave your cousin for now.”

“We have men inside the Sealers’ cult,” Lucienne said. She had planted one of her loyal cousins in the enemy’s lair before she had been crowned Siren. “We must send our message, and I want whoever hurt my nanny dead.” Her eyes grew hard. “I’ll join you in hunting down Hauk Lam once I take care of the Ashburn business. It won’t be long.”

“I’m leaving for Chicago tomorrow to handle Rick personally,” Kian said.

Lucienne sighed. She would have to go back to the Red Mansion for another war, if she wanted to secure her and her people’s future. When Jed passed away, she had shown mercy to her enemies, most of them her uncles and cousins. And now they had regrouped.

“I’ll triple the security when you come,” Kian added.

“You’ll triple the security now! You know they want you as much as they want me.”

“They can’t get me. Worry no more.”

“Promise me you’ll keep the best men around you. Take Orlando, Duncan, and the others with you. I have Vladimir here.”

“I already have the best men with me,” Kian said. Lucienne heard in the background his men approaching him and briefing him, and Kian answering with grunts. Then he said into the phone, “I’ll talk to you later, kid,” and hung up.

Lucienne arrived at the training area. She changed to a silver saber jacket and gloves and entered the pine-floored fencing room.

Tac ta. Tac ta.
Sabers clashed and then separated. Vladimir, in a black saber jacket and mask, launched an attack at lightning speed. Duncan, one of the best swordsmen, was forced to step a few feet back.

“Leave us, Duncan,” Lucienne said. “And report to Kian McQuillen.”

Duncan bowed slightly and took off his mask. “Yes, Lucia.” He threw a sympathetic look at Vladimir and hurried off.

Vladimir removed his mask and stared at Lucienne. She stared back without a word. A lock of his wheat-colored hair dangled on the corner of his eyes. In them, she saw concealed joy at the sight of her, until hurt surfaced. Following the wounded look was a spark of anger. It didn’t take long for his anger to darken the amber fire in his eyes.

Lucienne wanted to brush the stray hair from his eyes and nestle against his hard chest, but he would just push her away. So, calculating and coolly, Lucienne drank him in. He hadn’t had a haircut since she’d last seen him; neither had he shaved.

Trying not to let Vladimir’s wild beauty deviate her from her purpose, Lucienne evened her breath as she went to select a saber amid the fifty varieties that lined the wall. And she took her time.

Holding the hilt of a saber, she walked back to him, stopping five feet before him. Vladimir stood like a hard statue, his jaw set like cold stone, stubbornly holding onto his anger—his righteous weapon against her. 

Lucienne flashed her saber in his face. The best way to get his fury out was to provoke him. “Do your worst, you arrogant buffalo!” She had called him names when they first met at Desert Cymbidium. Of course, he had taunted her first.

A spark flashed in Vladimir’s dark golden eyes, quelling the fire of anger in them. “Only your best, delicate pumpkin butt, and see how long you last!”

“How dare you call me that again!” Lucienne suddenly lunged. A sharp thrust went directly toward Vladimir’s throat. Vladimir stumbled back as he parried.

“You insult me, and then you attack me by surprise?” he said.

“I warned you. I said, ‘Do your worst, you arrogant buffalo.’ Didn’t I?”     

“You offended me twice now!” Vladimir struck back, his saber rising and falling with remarkable speed. And then it went for Lucienne’s heart.

Lucienne parried, and then counterattacked, the pair matched in every way. They lunged and withdrew. Both executed moves with grace, control, and precision. The two sabers crashed again and again in perfect arcs.

“We know each other’s weaknesses and strengths too well,” Vladimir sighed. “We can go on like this forever until one lies down.”

“Then you’ll be the one who lies down, pretty boy,” Lucienne purred with a husky voice, gazing at Vladimir through her thick lashes. Her rich, brown eyes became expressive, turning all honey and wine, and only for him. 

Vladimir opened his mouth, his eyes melting into a soft fire of gold. Lucienne could feel his heartbeat picking up as his breath hitched. The heat was in the air. She felt it. Seizing the advantage, she struck mercilessly. The tip of her saber found an opening in Vladimir’s heart and went for it.

Before Lucienne could claim victory, Vladimir moved with incredible speed. The opening was a feint. In the next heartbeat, he disarmed her, holding her saber in his hand. “The Lam lioness always knows how to take advantage of her opponent’s weakness,” he said. “I fell once, but never twice.”

But Lucienne recovered faster than Vladimir expected. They were inches apart, so she punched him, turning their match into a street fight. Vladimir threw up his hand to cover his eye, stunned. Lucienne kicked the saber out of his hand. She caught it, tossed it to the ground along with her gloves, and swung her long leg toward him. “But I hoped you’d always fall,” she said. “Maybe it’s just a silly girl’s fantasy.”

Vladimir turned his palm vertically and blocked Lucienne’s vicious kick. “You’re not playing by the rules, Lucienne Lam!”

“What do you mean?” Batting her eyelids, Lucienne didn’t hesitate to throw another punch.

“I disarmed you, so you should admit defeat and lie down!”

“I’m not that easy.” With an amused smile, Lucienne ducked a savage kick from Vladimir. “And when did you ever play by the rules, Blazek?”   

“When it comes to you!” he said, grabbing her hand with iron strength. His gaze was so intense that Lucienne felt her knees going weak. “What did you say? That you hoped I fell for you twice or something?”

“You heard me, and denied my wish, obviously,” Lucienne said. Crystal liquid flowed in her eyes. It could have been tears, but in an instant, it was gone.

“I’ll fall for you a thousand times, if that’s what you want,” he said. “And I’m still falling for you, but does it matter to you? You’re not here anymore.”

“I’m here now.”    

“Your body is here.” 

“And what isn’t?”  

“Your heart.”

“How can you assume where my heart stays, or where it belongs?” Suddenly furious, she tried to slap him.

Vladimir caught her wrist, and she tripped him. He let her, but dragged her down with him. She fell on top of him, as he moved his hips to pin her under him. She maneuvered her hips and legs, countering his moves and fighting to stay on top. At last, she straddled him.

“Now you lie still,” she ordered. 

“I saw how you looked at Ashburn Fury,” he said, his eyes spitting sparks of dark fire. “And all I wanted was to strangle the life out of him with my bare hands!”

Okay, now the cat is out of the bag. He fears that I’ve given up on him, on us
. She couldn’t blame him for his suspicions. She had tried to pull away from him, even after the Eye of Time was secured. She had left for Nirvana without him; and in Nirvana, she sought out Ashburn as often as she could, bordering the point of obsession. It was only business. Or was it?

“Ashburn’s my asset, just like the Eye of Time. That’s all,” she said.

“You can do better than lie to me,” Vladimir said. A weary, cynical smile twisted the corner of his mouth. “I almost took BL7 to Nirvana to end his life when I saw how he made you laugh like that.”

“It wasn’t a good laugh, you idiot,” Lucienne said. “It was an angry laugh, a very irritated one.” She sighed. She had to tell him this so he would trust her. “There is nothing else I can do when I’m tickled. Aida is the only one who knows I’m horribly ticklish. I have no idea how Ashburn knew . . . Oh—” Something registered. Ashburn stored everyone’s memories but hers, which meant he had Aida’s memories. That was how he knew. “I need to talk to you about—”

Vladimir moved his hand up Lucienne’s waist and tickled her. Lucienne giggled helplessly. She dropped onto him, rolled off to the floor, and curled into a ball with hands hugging her chest to protect herself, still giggling. Vladimir flattened her.

Lucienne stopped laughing, her eyes flaring. “Don’t you ever use that against me again!”

With thick desire in his eyes, Vladimir moved on top of her, his strong, long legs pressing hard against hers. Her every curve fit into the shape of his body perfectly. The heat of his body radiated to hers. He smelled of sweat, wood, and the island of Sphinxes—her home. Lucienne wanted to lock her arms around his neck and wrap her legs tightly around his thighs. She wanted to get her fingers underneath his clothes, to feel his heated skin, to comfort it and cool it, or maybe fuel it more. She wanted to trace the hard lines on his firm abdomen and his slightly curved, strong back, and explore further . . .

Fire and desire burned in her wine-colored eyes and her fluttering-winged heart.

They stared at each other, their heavy breathing mingled. Vladimir murmured something in Czech, then with a fierce and chillingly possessive look, bent down to kiss her. Her blood sang with wanting, but her last ounce of sense kicked in. Lucienne quickly turned her face, and he landed his kiss hot on her cheek.

Still, she moaned in pleasure, even though a sickly dreadful feeling alighted in her stomach. Her Siren’s mark flared a warning. It’d burn him if he went any further. With explosive strength, she threw him off, her finger hitting an acupoint under his armpit. Vladimir became immobile. She sat up, glaring down at him. “Are you out of your freakin’ mind, Vladimir Blazek?”

“I can’t take it anymore,” he said. His breath was still heavy, his jaw set stubbornly.

“You know what would happen if I let you kiss me?”

“I wouldn’t regret it. I’d have gotten the sweet taste of you again.”

“It wouldn’t be sweet. It’d be the tang of death!”

“I’d rather die than lose you to another man.”

“And leave me broken? Leave me alone in this dark world?”

“You’ll never be alone. You have Kian, Aida, Ziyi, Orlando, and others. You have a loyal army that adores you.”

She slapped him hard.

“Hey, no slapping!”  

“I need you to know it would never be the same without you.”

“I got it. But you gotta stop dominating me.” Then seeing the tears in her eyes, he said, “I’m sorry. I’m a jealous jerk. I’ve only been thinking about my own feelings.”

“I’ve been insensitive.”

“You are. I’ve never let anyone else slap me,” he complained.  “I bet you left fingerprints on my fine-looking face. How am I going to explain that to the men?”

“I wouldn’t worry about that. You’re the king of excuses.” She touched a spot right below his heart and released him. She then traced his two lightning-shaped scars above his eyebrow. “You’re mine, Vladimir Blazek.”

Vladimir sat up, his hand wrapping around her waist, as if afraid she might escape again. His other hand stroked her hair. He knew she liked that. “Will you protect what’s yours, as I protect mine?” He locked her gaze with demand.  

“You have to ask?” she sighed.

Vladimir grasped her hand thumbing his scar, pushed it down along the side of his face, and held it near his lips. Lucienne’s heart pounded as he pivoted his face toward her palm, until his lips kissed it, gently at first, then it grew wet, hotter, and hungrier. Lucienne tensed, but her Siren’s mark didn’t react this time.