Living Nightmare

Joseph’s hazel eyes scanned the page.There was no sign of emotion on his face. No revulsion, no disappointment. Nothing but a carefully controlled blank expression.



“Well?” she asked, twisting in anticipation.



Joseph’s throat worked as he swallowed before speaking. “He was a good man. I forget sometimes how good.”



“Tell me.”



Joseph read from the paper:“‘Claim this woman as your kin. Protect her as you would your own flesh and blood.All I possess is now hers to do with as she sees fit.’”



Shock and outrage slammed over Carmen, knocking her into a chair. “How could he?”



Joseph’s brows drew together in confusion. “How could he what?”



She gripped the arms of the chair, trying to push herself up, but all her strength was gone. “Claim me? Like I’m some kind of prize? What the hell was he thinking?”



“That you needed protection. That I would be able to provide it.”



“You didn’t even know me. You hardly know me now.” He sure as hell didn’t know about what a slut she’d been all her life. Shame had forced her to hide that from him. “How could he think to ask you to do something like this?”



Joseph moved around his desk toward her. “It’s no big deal. I’ve been treating you like a daughter since you walked through our door. It won’t change anything between us other than to make our relationship official.”



“No. I don’t need another father. The one I had was bad enough. And I already experienced the joy of being given to an uncle who didn’t want the burden of raising another kid. I’m nineteen, perfectly capable of taking care of myself, and don’t need anyone pitying me.”



“This isn’t about pity.Thomas cared about you enough to see to your safety as well as your future.”



Anger erupted inside her, making her shake. She pushed herself up, getting in Joseph’s face. “Of course it’s about pity. Thomas saw me as some sort of charity case. Poor, slutty little girl with no one to love her. Screw that!”



Joseph’s frown deepened. “Slutty? What are you talking about?”



She wasn’t going to tell him how she’d thrown herself at Thomas. How he’d known she was so desperate that he’d felt the need to guilt her into keeping her legs closed.



Carmen shook her head. “You don’t know me at all. I suppose it’s best that way.”



“I know you better than you think. We’ve spent hours together. I’ve seen your strength and courage and so much stubbornness you could easily be my daughter. I’ve been known to have a bit of a hard head myself.”



“No. This isn’t going to happen.” She was not going to be anyone’s charity case, tied to someone out of guilt and some stupid tradition. She was not going to be handed off to yet another man who didn’t want to have anything to do with her.



“Too late. It already has. This is Thomas’s death wish, and I’m honor-bound to uphold it. From now on, you’re my daughter, and I plan to make sure everyone knows it.”



Nika woke up suddenly, as if someone had shouted her name. It wasn’t the first time this had happened. She’d felt this before when someone was in need.



She opened herself up, reaching out with her mind to find the source of that need. Maybe Tori had called for her and was ready to let her in again.



Nika lay quiet and still in a bed not her own. Madoc’s scent clung to the sheets, comforting her, making her feel stronger, braver.



Nika! The call came again. It was a ragged cry of pain, tight with fear and so powerful it left her mind reeling.



It wasn’t Tori. For a moment, Nika suffered a stab of disappointment until she realized the masculine nature of that cry for help. It was Madoc.



She flung the covers off and hurried toward him, desperate to get to him before it was too late. Whatever was wrong was killing him, sapping his strength and his will to live.



Sunlight filtered in through heavy curtains covering the windows, allowing her to see where she went.



Nika didn’t have to go far—just into the next room. He was lying on his side on the living room floor right outside the bedroom door. His body curled in on itself, shaking with pain. His sword lay within arm’s reach, unsheathed, as if he’d been intending to use it. A sheet was twisted about his hips, but the rest of him was beautifully bare, displaying powerful muscles that tightened and bunched as they clenched in his sleep.



Suddenly, the urge to touch him was irresistible. Her hands began to shake against the need to slide over his naked skin. Her body warmed until she was sure her nightgown would lift off of her body from the waves of heat radiating out from her. Not that she’d mind if it did. The idea of pressing herself against him while naked made her nipples tingle and tighten. She’d never felt this way about anyone before in her life, and it was as unsettling as it was exciting.



She knelt beside him and splayed her trembling hand on his shoulder.



The warmth of his skin always shocked her, and for a moment, she closed her eyes and let that delicious heat sink into her. She spread her hands flat and let them slide over the masculine contours of his body, touching him as he’d never allowed her to do while he was awake.



She didn’t know why he avoided her touch, but right now, that hardly seemed to matter in the face of so much sensation. Her body was rejoicing, every cell singing in praise as it soaked in his heat. She could get lost in the sensation of flesh on flesh, though something in the back of her mind warned her that wasn’t why she was here. She had a job to do, but couldn’t quite remember what it was.



The curve of his shoulder was hard and smooth. It led to his thick neck, where the luminescent band of his luceria lay against his skin. The necklace shimmered in time with the beat of his heart, drawing her eye, making her ache for something she couldn’t name.



Andra wore Paul’s luceria now, and everyone here had told her that when she found the right man, she’d wear his, too.



She wanted Madoc to be that man, despite his abrasive nature. Despite the fact that he didn’t want her.



Nika slid her finger over the band, enjoying the slippery feel of it, wishing it was hers and that she could keep it against her skin forever.



Surely that feeling wasn’t normal. She’d never felt that way toward any of the other Theronai who’d come to her over the past few months. She’d never been drawn to them, wishing for things that had no names, feeling the loss of their presence when they left her side. Only Madoc made her feel that way.



Maybe he was wrong about their not being right for each other. Maybe if she tried, she could prove to him they were compatible. Maybe then he wouldn’t mind being near her.



She gave the luceria an experimental tug. Andra had told her all about how she’d done the same and Paul’s luceria had fallen off easily.



Madoc’s didn’t budge.



She pulled harder, but all she seemed to do was make the section where her fingers touched fade even more, losing the color Madoc seemed to think was so important.



Defeat made Nika’s body slump, driving the air from her lungs. She wanted so much to feel like she belonged in this world—that she was more than just the crazy girl no one could touch. She’d come so far, fighting every day to regain another slice of herself. She’d forced herself to eat and get stronger, to get out of bed and explore her new home. But she’d never truly fit in here. She wasn’t human, and yet she wasn’t a Theronai, either. At least, not one who was able to fight the war that raged on in secret outside these walls.



She’d spent most of her life as a useless drain on her sister. The only person who’d ever truly needed her was Tori, and now she was pulling away, too.



After so many years of being with Tori through all the horrible things she’d endured, Nika wasn’t sure she even knew how to be alone. If Tori abandoned her, what would she do?



Nika wasn’t going to let it happen. She was going to bring Tori home, where they could be together all the time. She’d take care of her the way Andra had taken care of Nika. They’d be a family again.



As the image appeared in her mind, Madoc was part of it. In her fantasy world, he would become part of their family, too, the way Paul had.



Of course, fantasy and reality were two different things, and after the years she’d spent learning to separate the two, Nika knew the chances of that happening were slim. His luceria didn’t respond to her, and if he didn’t find the woman who could make it respond soon, he was going to die. That was reality.



His lifemark was nearly bare and completely still. She’d seen the other men’s trees sway with the breeze outside, but not Madoc’s. Almost all the leaves had fallen, and those that were left seemed ... wrong. They were flat. Dead.



She knew that losing all the leaves on his lifemark was a bad thing. It meant his time was nearly up. Once the last leaf fell, his soul would begin to die and he would go to his death—one way or another.



The thought of no more Madoc in her life scared Nika more than any Synestryn she’d ever encountered. She needed him, and her hope was that one day he’d need her, too—that she’d be more to him than just some crazy woman he had to protect.



Her tactile journey led her down his right arm to his wide, calloused palm and thick, blunt fingers. Small scars dotted the backs of his hands and forearms—a testament to his years in battle. Strength radiated out from his hand, even in sleep. She’d often envied the strength of the men around her, but with Madoc, envy was never a problem. With him, she felt something different, deeper. It wasn’t so much that she wanted to have his strength as it was that she wanted that strength to touch her, surround her, and keep her safe.



But now, holding his hand in hers, all she could think about was what it would feel like for him to touch her. Like a woman. Like Paul touched Andra when he thought Nika wasn’t looking.



A slow, needy kind of heat built up inside her at the thought. She’d never been with a man before. Her curiosity had driven her to watch other couples—to slide inside their minds to see what it was they hid from her behind closed doors. She’d learned so many secret things that way, but never before had she thought she might like having someone do those things to her. Until now.



An image of Madoc’s hands moving over her naked body filled her mind. She could almost feel him cup her breasts, feel him grip her hips as his powerful body moved against her. Inside her.



Desire swelled inside her until she wasn’t sure her body could hold it. An odd fluttering tickled her lower abdomen, and her grip on Madoc’s hand tightened.



One way or another, before Madoc ran away again, she was going to seduce him. She had no idea how she would manage it, but she’d find a way. He was going to be hers, even if she could keep him for only one night.



Nika lifted his hand and pressed it against her cheek. His fingers felt good, but the ugly matte black ring he wore seemed to dig into her skin. That ring was cold, despite his body heat, and it irritated her skin. Surely the thing was uncomfortable for him to wear.



Nika hated touching it, but she grabbed the ring and started to pull it off when he moaned in his sleep, reminding her why she was here. It certainly wasn’t so she could fondle him.