“Did you have a reason for cal ing me? Or did you just want to bitch?”
Gritting his teeth, he asked, “Any suggestions on where to hole up now?”
“The cabal in Anaheim has been eradicated. No one expects Torque to deal with it while both Syre and Vashti are in the field. You can have the entire compound to yourself. That’l put you close to Adrian, but you know how to stay out of sight. Your only concern now is to live the mortal life you’ve been coveting. Go get laid or kil something for the hel of it. I’l be in touch when it’s time for you to rise from the ashes.”
The line went dead. He crushed the burner phone to dust in his fist, his gaze trained on the lights blazing from Helena’s home across the street.
Perhaps it was time to build his own army.
As he lifted into the air and flew away, the thought twisted through his mind…and found fertile ground in which to take root.
The sky was an ebony blanket of stars as Elijah drove Lindsay back to Adrian. As crappy as he’d felt just hours ago, he felt like a mil ion dol ars now. Life was good at the moment. The cool desert night air was whipping through the lowered windows and beside him sat one of his dearest friends, a woman to whom he owed his life…yet again. Her Sentinel-laced blood was amazingly powerful, its regenerative properties astonishing.
“Hey, you okay?” he asked, noting her staring pensively out at the desert. “You’re not mad about the blindfold, are you? I went along with it only because it was safer for you. I trust you, you know. Always have.”
He’d only made her wear the damn thing until they were out of sight of the warehouse. Then he’d tugged it off her himself and thrown it out the window.
“I wanted to wear it. I thought the same thing—the less of a threat I am, the better.” She sighed. “I was thinking about my dad.”
Remembering her heartbroken sobbing when she’d heard the news of her father’s death, his chest ached with sympathy…and guilt. He’d handpicked the team of lycans tasked with watching over Eddie Gibson and keeping him safe. “Wanna talk about it?”
She twisted in her seat to look at him. “I want to talk to the lycans who were picked to guard him. I would’ve asked you back there, but I want to question them away from the vampires.”
“I’ve got questions, too, but they haven’t checked in since then.”
Lindsay stiffened. “They disappeared?”
“I wouldn’t put it like that. My guess? They’re working their way to the West Coast on foot, trying to stay under the radar. What do you want to know?”
“That they’re one hundred percent certain, without a shadow of a doubt, that his death was an accident.”
“And you’l believe them?”
“If you do, I wil .”
Nodding, he asked, “Why do you doubt it?”
“Cars were his life, El. He was pure poetry behind the wheel. Honestly, I’d be more likely to buy a random drive-by shooting than I am a single-car accident. I’ve been with him when creatures have wandered into the road. He avoided a buck, for chrissakes, on a two-lane highway with oncoming traffic and didn’t get a scratch on his car. It’s damned hard for me to believe he overcorrected for an unknown obstruction on an isolated rural lane.”
Hearing the pain and grief in Lindsay’s voice, he set his mind to doing whatever it took to help her put the past behind her. She’d lost both parents before their time and he knew she was haunted by their deaths. “I’l find Trent and Lucas and bring them to you.”
“Thank you.” She leaned her head back into the headrest. “You and Vashti…Correct me if I’m wrong, but there’s something there, right?”
A dry laugh escaped him. “Don’t ask me to explain.”
“She went to a lot of trouble to save you. I take it she doesn’t know you intend to avenge Micah?”
“She knows.” He stared straight ahead, his gaze looking beyond the swathe of the headlights into the darkness beyond.
“But she saved your ass anyway?”
“She needs my help.”
“Oh, El.” Lindsay shook her head. “I’m sorry.”
He glanced at her. “For what?”
“For the position you’re in. I saw the way you look at her. For a guy who avoids trouble like the plague, you’re deep in it now. It’s not your style.”
“Didn’t realize I had a style.”
“Don’t be flippant about something that’s bothering you. You’ve got my undivided attention between here and Vegas—take advantage of it. If you keep everything bottled up, you’l go nuts.”
Elijah knew she was right. He couldn’t talk about Vash with anyone else. No lycan or vampire would want to listen to him hash out what he was feeling for Syre’s second. Shit, he didn’t want to listen to it himself—would prefer to ignore it altogether—but the path that had seemed so clear in the beginning was now dark and murky. He could use someone else’s input to help him find his way.
“If I have a type,” he said final y, “she’s it. Physical y. I was hot for her the first time I saw her. You were tossing knives at her and I was thinking about doing something else with her entirely.”
Lindsay choked out a laugh. “Jesus, El.”
“Yeah, wel …when she came to ask for help researching this vampire disease—they’re cal ing it the Wraith Virus—I knew who she was and what she’d done to Micah. And she realized I was supposedly responsible for her friend Nikki’s death. We straightened that out right away, but her guilt over Micah was never in question. We laid out our terms—I help her with the wraiths and she keeps the Sentinels off our backs; I help her find the lycans responsible for the death of her mate and she sets up her demise in a way that keeps Syre off my back.”
Pinching the bridge of her nose, Lindsay sighed. “What a fucking mess.”
“There was no way in hel I could concentrate with the sexual tension between us, so I threw that into the mix, too. But when it went down…it was rough. And a lot more personal than we were counting on.”
“Is she your mate?”
“I told you before—it’s not like that with lycans. Yes, there’s an inherent level of instinct and physical chemistry that comes into play, but it doesn’t dictate how things go. I’l choose my mate when the time comes, just like a mortal would.”
“Mortals don’t choose who they fal in love with. I would never have chosen to fal in love with Adrian, knowing how dangerous it is for him to be with me.”
“We’re not talking about love, Linds. This is physical.”
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