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Hope didn’t know what to think. If Nicholas had been lying, she would have seen a hint of deception surrounding him. There had been none, which meant he was telling the truth, at least as he believed it.
“I don’t want her to live like I have,” she whispered, her eyes pleading with Logan.
His voice was gentle. “It won’t be like that. I’ll be careful. I’ll make her think she went out drinking with friends and had a little too much. She’ll wake up tomorrow and go on with her life. Safe.”
“I don’t like it.”
“I know. I’m afraid we can’t let that matter. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
She needed a few minutes alone. These two men sucked all the oxygen out of a room. And she couldn’t stand to watch the man she’d grown to care about do something as despicable as erasing her friend’s memories.
Hope pushed past Nicholas and went outside.
 
Logan had to lock his knees to keep from going after her. “Go,” he told Nicholas.
“Do you want to explain what’s going on between you two?”
“I wish I knew.”
Nicholas ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “I’m used to women tripping over their tongues when you’re around, but I’ve never once seen you do the same.”
“Just go. She’s not even wearing a coat.”
The Theronai stared at Logan for a long second. “She’s not a Theronai, is she?”
“I don’t believe so, but that could simply be a case of wishful thinking.”
Nicholas closed his eyes and let out a long breath, as if he’d come to a hard decision. “You go and I’ll watch Jodi. Hope trusts you, as foolish as that may be.”
“Around her, I don’t trust myself.”
“Do you think you’d hurt her?”
“Never.”
“Then go. Calm her down so we can gain her cooperation. It’s the only way to ensure her safety in the long run.”
Logan knew it was a mistake, that he was tempting himself with something he could never have. Still, his feet moved toward the door and carried him out into the night.
Finding Hope was easy. Even blinded, even without her blood flowing through him, he’d be able to find her by scent alone. No other woman called to him like she did. It may have been a cruel twist of fate, but that didn’t change how he felt.
She was sitting on the porch steps, hugging her knees, shivering.
Logan stripped out of his coat and draped it over her shoulders before moving away. He didn’t dare stay within reach of her. Not because of what she might do, but because of what he
wanted
to do.
Cold air slid around him, but he barely felt it. Not with her this close. She seemed to drive the chill away by her mere presence.
“Will you come back inside?” he asked.
She looked up at him. “I didn’t want to distract the two of you from your plans to control our lives.”
“It’s not like that, Hope. We only want you to be safe.”
She shook her head. Moonlight gleamed off her pale hair. “That man came after me for some reason. Maybe he knows who I am.
What
I am.”
“Does it matter?”
“Apparently it does to you. And Nicholas.”
“His kind are desperate. It’s his pain that makes him possessive. You can understand that, can’t you?”
“Now you’re just trying to manipulate me. Again.”
She was right. He spent so much time manipulating others he barely even realized he was doing it. “I apologize.”
“Don’t. You don’t really mean it.”
“Tell me what you want, Hope. Tell me how I can help.”
“I want Rory and the others found. I want the monsters who took them stopped. I want Jodi safe and happy. And I want my memories back.”
“We’re already working on the first two. The last will take more time, but it is possible.”
“You can’t know that. You’re just telling me what I want to hear so I’ll play along.”
Was she right? Was he fooling himself into thinking he could help her so he’d feel less guilty over forever altering the course of her life?
“We could try now,” he offered.
“Try what?”
“Accessing your memories again.”
“How?”
He wanted this for her, but she was so skeptical right now. He needed her to let down her guard, and the only time she did that was when he got close enough to distract her and slip past her defenses.
“Come, we’ll get out of the wind and find some quiet.”
“I don’t want to go inside. It’s too . . . crowded.”
“As you wish.” He reached out his hands to her.
Hope looked at his hands, then back to his face. Her shoulders slumped on a sigh of defeat and she put her fingers in his.
They were cold, and the need to see her warm and safe brought out a dangerous, feral side of him.
He’d kill to see to this woman’s comfort. Or worse.
If the man she ended up with did not treat her right, Logan wouldn’t hesitate to tear his mind to shreds until even her slightest whim was a compulsion he couldn’t resist.
It was the ultimate form of evil to take away someone’s free will, to strip them of what made them human and destroy it. It was what the Synestryn did to their Dorjan. And yet if the options were to go against everything he held sacred or watch Hope suffer, he knew which he’d choose. Without hesitation.
Logan shoved those bleak thoughts from his mind and led her to a nearby barn. The structure was showing its age. Some of the boards had rotted out near the ground, and the dingy white paint was peeling. The doors were unlocked. He turned on the lights so she could see, but only one was working. The bare bulb hung from a wire near the back, barely bright enough to illuminate all four corners.
The interior was empty but for a few sacks of grass seed, a lawn mower, and lawn furniture that had been stored for the winter. It smelled of gasoline and the hay that had once been stored here, but without the wind, it was definitely warmer than outside.
He unfolded a lounge chair, retrieved the thick cushions from their plastic storage bin, and made her a comfortable place to lie. “Have a seat.”
“Why do I feel like this is a couch at a psychiatrist’s office?”
“How does that make you feel?” he joked.
A smile pulled at her soft lips, and a glow of satisfaction radiated from his core, warming him. He’d made her smile. Surely that was as close as he’d ever get to having the sun warm his skin, and if so, he’d count himself lucky to have come this close.
Hope took his coat from her shoulders and handed it to him. He was sure she’d meant to give it back, but as soon as she was settled, he draped the leather over her like a blanket.
He did not miss the shiver that coursed through her, though he couldn’t tell whether it was from the cold, regaining the warmth of his coat, or from fear.
“We don’t have to do this,” he told her.
“I want to. Something changed tonight as we were searching for Jodi.”
“Changed?”
She frowned and shook her head. “I felt a kind of soft spot in the barrier to my memories when something struck a chord.”
“What was it?”
Her lips pressed together as if she wasn’t going to tell him.
Logan sat down beside her and took her hand. There wasn’t much space on the lounge chair, but that only gave him a reason to touch her, to press his thigh to hers. He knew their time together was drawing to a close, and he wanted to take from it what he could for as long as he could.
“Tell me,” he urged her. “It could help.”
She pulled in a deep breath, but when she spoke, she did not meet his gaze. Her amber eyes were fixed firmly on the opposite wall. “I thought that if I remembered, we might know why Jodi was taken or where she’d gone.”
“How would that have helped?”
“These things that have been happening—the people that are going missing—are all connected to me. None of the other shelters are suffering the same problem. Just ours. That could have connected to anyone at the shelter, but then Jodi was taken. She doesn’t go there, which means that the common connection was me.”
He cupped her chin and turned her head until she was looking at him. He needed her to see the truth in his eyes. “This is not your fault.”
“It is. I can feel it.”
“No. The choices these monsters make are theirs alone.”
“How do you know? For all we know, I worked with them. Hell, maybe I even ran the whole damn group.”
“It’s simply not possible. I would have felt their taint upon you, tasted it in your blood. All I taste in you is purity and light. You’re a good person, Hope. Don’t allow yourself to think otherwise.”
“You’re sweet to say it. I really do want to believe you.”
“Then do. I swear I’m being honest.”
She gave a small nod, though he wasn’t sure if she was relenting or simply moving on. “I may not have worked for them, but I’m still the cause of all of this. Somehow. And there’s something else.”
“What?”
“I think I might have allowed someone to take my memories. I might have even done it to myself.”
Logan tried not to let any of his shock show through. He slid his hand down her arm until he was holding her chilly fingers within his own to warm them. “What makes you think that?”
“I don’t know. It just feels . . . right. I don’t think my memory loss was due to trauma. I think it was done on purpose.”
That changed everything. If someone had done this to her, there had to be a reason. And the list of reasons why someone would steal another’s memory wasn’t very long. Either they were protecting her or they were protecting themselves.
Logan was going to find out which one, because if it was the latter, things were much more desperate than even he had thought.
He leaned forward and his fingers settled lightly at her temple. Her skin was so soft and warm, he forgot why he was touching her for a brief moment. He could spend all night touching her, learning the different textures of her skin and the sounds she made as he stroked each one.
No. That was not for him—not outside of dreams. He couldn’t allow himself to think like that. Down that path lay starvation.
“Close your eyes, Hope. I want you to relax and let me inside.”
Chapter 23
T
ori tensed as the footsteps grew louder. She dragged herself out from under the bed and scurried under the covers to pretend she’d been there all along.
People looked at her funny when she was under the bed, like she didn’t belong there. It made them come back with more people to help her—something she wanted to avoid. She didn’t need people. All she needed was a plan. A good plan. One that would earn her the sight of Zillah’s blood draining from his body.
Nika walked in with her grumpy boyfriend only a few steps behind her. Tori didn’t like having them visit. She owed them her life for rescuing her, but she wished they’d just leave her alone.
“We need to talk,” said Nika as she sat on the edge of the bed.
Tori had grown to hate that word. Every time someone said they wanted to talk, it meant they wanted her to do something she didn’t want.
“What?” she asked, hoping to get this over with.
“Tynan thought of something we can do to help you.” She pulled in a deep breath. Madoc laid his giant hand on her shoulder, making Tori flinch. Even the thought of a man touching her like that made her want to puke.
Tori shifted away from the pair, moving to the edge of the bed.
“He says that he can put you to sleep while he heals you. That way, you won’t have to hurt. You can go to sleep and when you wake up, you’ll be all better.”
Liar!
screamed a voice in her head. She had to fight back the urge to scream it at her sister.
“No. I don’t want to sleep.” Zillah crawled into her dreams when she slept. She could feel his slimy touch on her thoughts, forcing her to remember the things he’d done to her. She didn’t want to remember, and if she was forced to sleep, she’d be trapped there with him with no way to escape.
She’d spent years as his prisoner. He wasn’t stealing another second of her life.
“But you’re hurting so much,” said Nika.
Anger swirled deep inside her, making her muscles clench against the need for violence. Her heart was pounding hard, driving infected blood through her body, readying it for action. She knotted her fingers together to keep from lashing out at her sister. “I don’t need anyone telling me how much I hurt. I know.”
“And so do I. We’re linked, no matter how much you fight to keep me out.”
Tori wrapped her arms around her knees. “You don’t belong in my head. I wish you’d quit trying to put your nose in my business.”
“I can’t help it. You’re my sister. I have to find a way to help you.”
“Then leave me alone. Quit coming here. Quit shoving your thoughts in mine. Just go away.”
Nika rocked back as if Tori had hit her. It made Tori feel bad, but only for a second. Then all she felt was anger. The constant, pulsing anger she’d grown so used to. It was always with her, growing every day. One day, she’d kill Zillah and it would all go away, but until then, she needed that anger to keep her going—to help her fight the pain of the poisonous blood flowing through her veins.
“I won’t leave you,” said Nika. “I promised you that years ago, the night you were stolen. I meant it then and I still mean it now. You can’t make me go away.”
She could. She’d learned lots of ways to kill in the years she’d spent with the Synestryn. And when the rage inside her got bad enough, all she wanted was to lash out at whoever was nearby. She didn’t care who it was or what happened to them. Andra knew it. So did Madoc. That was why they never let Nika come in here alone.
Tori looked at Madoc, fighting down that rage. She remembered the gift he’d given her while she was still imprisoned—the gift of sunshine. Because of that gift, she offered him one now. “I don’t want to see her again. If you love her, don’t let her come back here.”
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