And she’d battled monsters. Like me.

“I don’t want to find out…you’re as much of a monster as Latham…” Her voice whispered away as her lashes began to sag. Her slurred words were a painful echo of his own thoughts.

His eyes squeezed shut. Jamie leaned over to press a kiss to her the tumble of her hair. “I’m sorry.” Because he knew exactly what Iona would see in her dreams.

And he knew that she’d want him dead.

But she deserved to know. He couldn’t keep secrets from her anymore.

Even if the truth she learned made her go for his throat.

Chapter Six

The bodies were broken. Twisted.

Jagged wounds—claw marks—had ripped into the woman’s neck. Her blond hair was matted with her blood.

A man’s body rested beside her, his hands still reaching for her even in death. The heavy scent of silver burned in the air.

“Why?” The cry was torn from her…only when she glanced down, Iona wasn’t staring at her own body.

No, when she glanced down, she saw Jamie’s strong hands. Jamie’s body.

Because this was Jamie’s memory.

Part of her wanted to wake up, but once the blood memories came, there was no stopping them. This was the way the memories always came for her. She relived the memories, the moments, until the blood pushed her free. So she watched, through Jamie’s eyes, as he fell before the people that she knew were his parents. Those memories were there, too, inside of her and—

“You’re next.” Latham’s voice.

He was standing over the bodies. His lips were twisted with hate.

“Why?” Jamie demanded again, the cry like a wounded animal. And—he was.

“Because I’m taking over the pack. He was in my way.” Latham glared at the dead man’s body and then pointed at Jamie. “You’re in my way, too, brother.”

Brother?

A knife seemed to slide into her heart, but the heart—it wasn’t hers. It was Jamie’s. And Latham had just shoved a silver blade into Jamie’s chest. Then Latham…walked away.

But Jamie didn’t die. Someone else rushed to his side. A wolf she recognized. Sean. Sean took out the blade even as it scorched and blistered his fingertips. But Jamie was still near death. Far too close. Death’s cold hands reached out as the world seemed to go dark…

Then she was somewhere else. Her eyes opened. She—no, Jamie was on a bed. “What the hell happened?” His voice seemed to echo all around her.

Sean swallowed and glanced away, as if he couldn’t stand to meet Jamie’s eyes. “Had to…I had to give you vampire blood. It was the only way to keep you alive.”

“Where’d you get it?”

“Latham…he…he has a vamp that he keeps prisoner. She’s supposed to be fuckin’ strong.”

She? Iona’s heart burned because she realized this memory…it had been created when Latham already had her captive.

“That’s how my brother stays so strong.” Jamie jumped from the bed. Her blood had pushed his strength level higher than anything he’d ever felt before. “We have to find her. Find her…and kill the bitch. We kill her, and we’ll kill him, too.”

***

Iona whimpered and turned her head against the pillow.

Jamie’s jaw locked. He wanted to shake her and force her eyes to open, but…he didn’t want any more secrets between them. No more lies. Iona wasn’t what he’d expected. She deserved to know the truth about what happened. About him.

“And when you come for my throat…” His fingers brushed back her hair. “Hell, maybe I won’t even fight you.”

Because he didn’t know who had wronged her more. Him…or his brother.

***

Another time, another place. The memories were coming faster now as the blood pushed her to see more. Learn more.

The pounding of the surf hit her ears even as the scent of the ocean filled her nose. She paced—no, Jamie paced—inside a small beach house. A man sat before him, bound hand and foot to a chair.

The man’s blond hair fell over his eyes, but then Jamie said, “Witch, we can do this two ways. I can kill you now, or you can help me.” His hands lifted and claws glinted in the dying light. “We can both work together to take out Latham, and you can keep living.”

Witch? The man’s head rose. Brian Hennessey stared back at her. Pain froze her heart. Jamie had been working with Brain? With the witch who’d bound her?

Blood dripped from Brian’s busted bottom lip. “You can’t…stop him. He’s too strong.” Then Brian laughed. “He’s gonna take…over every pack…no stopping…”

Jamie kicked the chair and Brian fell backward, slamming into the wooden floor. “He’s strong because you gave him magic. You think I didn’t hear the story about the vampires you slaughtered? About the Blood Queen that you’re holding and slowly draining?” His lips curled in disgust. “I know you’re giving her blood to my brother. That’s why he’s so powerful.”

And for an instant, the fast flood of memories were hers, not Jamie’s. Iona remembered the prick of a needle in her arm. The slow suction as her blood drained away. Again and again and again as the years rolled away…

Her dark past vanished, and there was only Jamie once more.

“When we take his vamp away, he’ll get weak.” Jamie crouched over Sean and put his claws to the witch’s throat. “Tell me how to find her, and I’ll make sure to cut off his little blood supply. Because it’s her, right? Not just any vamp…her. I know she’s old, powerful—”

“M-magic.” Blood oozed from Brian’s throat when Jamie’s claws broke the skin. “Not just a vamp…the Blood Queen is part witch, too. Get her blood, get the power. Latham has the power.”

“Because you helped him!” Fury rolled in Jamie’s voice. “You backed the wrong brother. But you can regret that while you’re burning in hell.” His claws sank deeper into Brian’s throat.

Brian shook his head, seemingly frantic at the promise of death he must have seen in Jamie’s eyes.

Jamie’s claws lifted once more. He attacked.

More blood flowed.

The witch broke. “Th-there’s a way…end the curse…you can…can control her…”

Iona wanted to close her eyes. Wanted to slap her hands over her ears. But this wasn’t her body, and Jamie’s hands—they were too busy slicing into Sean.

“Then you tell me that way. Tell me how to control the Blood Queen, and you can help me to kill Latham.”

***

“My father was alpha,” Jamie said the words, knowing she probably couldn’t hear him—not while she was locked in blood memories—but still needing to speak. “I was his second son. Latham…he was my half-brother. Hell, I didn’t even know about the guy for the first ten years of my life. He just…showed up one day. His mother had never…she’d never joined the pack. That’s why his last name’s Gentry.”

Latham Gentry. The fucking wolf that had destroyed his world. “He’d been in America, had grown up there.” And, later, it would be Latham who convinced the pack that they needed to move across the pond and start fresh in the United States.

“I was a kid when Latham showed up, and Latham—hell, he was a fully mature wolf. He was also a sadistic prick.” Jamie shook his head. “Only back then, nobody but me ever seemed to see the evil that burned in him.” His fingers were laced with hers. “I tried to tell my father. He wouldn’t listen. He was too damn happy to have a strong, new wolf in the pack—a wolf with his blood.”

He’s fucking crazy. How many times had Jamie said those exact words to his father over the years? He’d seen the evil in Latham. Why hadn’t the others?

“The years passed. I could see that Latham was growing darker, more dangerous. I could also tell that he was positioning himself to be alpha.” The hell, no. “I had to leave the pack. I knew…I knew I’d never be able to swear allegiance to Latham.” His parents had been furious. Jamie’s father had disowned him, still refusing to see what Latham was. He said I was jealous. Bitter.

Their father had learned the truth for far too long.

“When I left, Sean came with me.” Sean had been his best friend for as long as he could remember. Orphaned, Sean had always been treated as the runt of the pack when they were kids. But Jamie hadn’t let the others ever hurt Sean. He’d fought plenty of battles for his friend until Sean had finally grown big enough to fight back.

When they’d left the only life they’d ever known, Sean had said, “It’s time for me to have your back.” Sean could be a smart-ass, but the guy was loyal. True through blood and bone.

They’d gone out, ready to start a whole new life.

But…something had happened. “Maybe it was you,” Jamie whispered to her. “There was talk that Latham had become obsessed with a vampire. That he wanted her for his mate, but she…she turned away from him.”

Smart choice.

“The years passed, and Latham just started to grow stronger. Crazier.” This was his shame. Jamie hadn’t returned to the pack then, despite the stories he’d heard. My father told me if I left, not to return. So he’d stayed away, thinking his father would finally see Latham for what he was—thinking that his father would stop the other wolf.

“But when my parents realized the truth about Latham and tried to fight back, he killed them.” The memory was a knife in his heart. “I came back—too late—and found their bodies.”

He’d never forget the sight. He’d heard tales of more bloodshed in the O’Connell pack. Tales of torture and death, and he hadn’t been able to stay away a moment longer.

“Latham tried to kill me, too, but vampire blood—your blood—saved me.” His breath rushed out on a rough sigh. “Didn’t thank you for that, did I? No, instead, I just went right ahead with my plans. I wanted revenge. I wanted Latham taken out, and I didn’t care who stood in my way.”

He leaned over her. “I fucking care now.”

And he heard the faintest of rustles in the hallway. Footsteps. Someone closing in.

He brushed his lips over hers. “I care now,” he said again, and went to face the threat coming for them.

***

“Are you sure about this?” Sean demanded as he glanced around at the two dead bodies that littered the ground. The dead werewolves were slowly shifting back into their human forms.

Jamie straightened his shoulders. She could feel the determination coursing through his veins. “The Blood Queen is inside.”

And he’d just defeated a small army in order to get to her.

Sean grabbed his arm. “How do you even know the witch is telling the truth? That whole story about waking her could be a bunch of BS. We might get in there and just find Latham waiting to gut us.”

Jamie glanced at him. “Brian burned himself out casting the spell for Latham, and he understands…my brother hates weakness. It’s only a matter of time before Latham kills Brian. The witch knows it, even if he can’t see his death coming.”

Sean frowned. “Can’t ‘see’ it? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Witches can see much in this world, and beyond it. Brian saw how to trap the Blood Queen, and he set the spell so that only a werewolf alpha could free her.”

“An alpha like you?”

Jamie nodded. Then they were running down a hallway. Attacking more wolves. Killing their own kind.

As Jamie gazed around, searching for more enemies, Iona realized that she knew this place.

Her prison.

Jamie stopped before a too-familiar metal door. “I’ll wake her, and she’ll be my weapon.”

She didn’t want to hear—

“If she wants to keep living,” Jamie said as he lifted his claw-tipped hand toward that door, “then she’ll need my blood. So she’ll do what I want.”

And she knew…He was just like Latham. Not caring what happened to her. Not giving a shit at all.

Maybe he deserved the same death as his brother.

Then Jamie and Sean were inside the room. Jamie inhaled the scent of the ocean. Saw the wispy curtains. Saw the body lying in the bed. So still.

Dead.

Jamie’s stare locked on her prone form. Sean grabbed him again. “This is a bad idea. There’s a reason she’s under, man. The woman is evil.”

No, she wasn’t. Sure, she’d done bad things, but only to those who’d come after her. She’d never hurt an innocent. Iona didn’t care what the twisted lies claimed about her.

Only Jamie didn’t think she looked evil. She was in his head, and she knew that he thought she looked…beautiful.

Insane man. She looked like a corpse.

“Go outside,” Jamie ordered Sean. “Guard the door, just in case…”

“In case the crazy bitch gets loose and kills you?”

She felt his annoyance. “In case we’ve been tracked. I don’t want anyone stopping me. Not until I put the bond in place.”

Bond. The word trembled through her.

Jamie cut his wrist. It was so strange to watch as he put his wrist—his blood—to her mouth. He tried to force her to drink. Frustration churned within him when her eyes didn’t open. “Maybe you are dead.”

Then she saw her own eyes open. “I’m not dead…” A weak, raspy voice. Her voice. “But you are.”