Dark Siren (21 page)

“I don’t want to not see you again.” Her voice trembled. Her eyes were human again. “I lied the other day when I said I didn’t care.”

“I know.”

“Then don’t go.”

“Kalista, please,” he implored softly. Because his back was to the room, only she saw his lips form three silent words. The flicker of emotion that briefly transformed her face assured him the message was received. “Sometimes these things have the worst timing,” he said aloud.

To show the rest of the room he was serious about removing himself from her life, Rhane needed to walk away. But staring into her moist brown eyes, his chest tightened even more and he couldn’t do it.

Kalista bit her lip and lowered her face, releasing him. “I thought you were different.” She brushed past him and left the room.

Rhane exhaled, watching her go. The muted sound of a room door closing reached his ears, and he looked at Greg again. “I apologize for any trouble I have caused.”

Greg accepted the outstretched hand warily. “Have a nice life, son.”

But Rhane couldn’t go back to a life without her.

Chapter 31

Kali sat at the edge of her bed waiting patiently. One of her parents would come to see if she was okay. She was better than okay. The last few moments from downstairs kept replaying in her mind. Rhane’s lips moved.
I’m still here
. His unusual eyes had let her peer inside of him for a change. And Kali had seen the truth in those three words.
I’m still here.
He wasn’t walking away from her.

She understood why Rhane had been so concerned in the first place. He could have easily gone to jail if not for his incredible ability to hoodwink her adoptive father, the human lie detector. But everything was so messed up. Rhane was on eggshells with local law enforcement and her parents, because he’d taken the blame for her vanishing act.

In truth, Rhane could only account for twelve of the missing hours.
What if I hurt someone else?
It was possible. Kali couldn’t recall anything before the morning of the present day. She closed her eyes and forced everything else out of mind. She needed to go back to where her memory ended. Monday night at the office, she had descended the stairs into the dark, chilly basement searching for the stolen artifact. She had found it. She studied the memory. The statue, gorgeously crafted from the purest ivory and the blackest onyx, was the form of a woman entwined with her lover. Wes had told her its name. She roped the words into focus.
The Siren’s Heart
.

Kali’s eyes flew open. Her hands were shaking. The memory ended where that statue began.
The Siren’s Heart.
Wes was the last person to see her before she had disappeared. Maybe talking to him could help her remember.

Someone knocked at her door very softly. Kali knew it was Lisa. She quickly summoned a few tears, letting them well up and threaten to brim over. “Come in.” She hoped her voice had trembled enough.

“How are you, honey?”

Kali nodded like she didn’t trust herself to say too much.

“Downstairs…you looked like you were ready for a fight.”

At that, Kali really couldn’t say anything. She wanted to say she could never hurt anyone or anything. But last night with Rhane had proven that wasn’t true.

“Does he mean that much to you?”

Stifling a real sob, she nodded again.

“Maybe you think Greg and I overreacted. Kali, we thought you had been taken by someone. These high profile cases your father and I take on tend to create enemies. If something ever happened to either of our children because of something we did…we could never forgive ourselves.” She took a seat on the bed beside Kali.

“I don’t think you overreacted.” She leaned her face into Lisa’s shoulder. The soft cashmere of Lisa’s sweater muffled Kali’s voice. “I was gone for two days. I’m the one who should have called. It was wrong for me to make you guys so worried.”

“But it wasn’t only that.” Lisa sighed. “You were one of two teenagers who went missing on the same night.”

“What?” Kali lifted her head in surprise.

“One of your classmates didn’t show up for school today or yesterday. The police have been looking for him too. When he was found this morning, your father and I didn’t know what to think. ”

“Oh my god.” Kali slid away from her adoptive mother. “Was he hurt?”

Lisa hesitated. “Yes.”

“Who was it?”

“Trevor Walker. Is he a friend of yours?”

“Not exactly…” Kali’s stomach clenched, threatening to skip the thirty-day notice and evict her entire breakfast. She struggled to find enough courage to ask the next question. “What happened to him?”

“They’re running tests. They think Trevor might have overexerted himself at practice. Got disoriented later and wandered off. He was unconscious when he was found.”

The explanation didn’t sit well with Kali’s gut feeling. It would liberate her from all accountability, but she couldn’t bring herself to believe it. Trevor was admitted to the hospital on the same night she had become a life-sucking man-eater. It was possible she had attacked him and didn’t remember it. Overexertion. They’d said the same thing about the boy on the soccer field.

Kali worked hard to clear her throat. “Please, tell me that he’s going to be okay.”

Lisa nodded. “They found him in time. He’s going to be fine.”

It was great news. But Kali felt awful. She wanted to dive underneath the covers and hide, even while knowing it was childish to think blankets could shield her from the guilt.
Why do I have to be like this?

A long moment passed when neither of them said anything. Then Lisa took Kali’s hand in hers. “I do agree with your father. Rhane is too old for you. Aside from that, you and Callan just broke up. It’s much too soon for you to be genuinely falling for someone else. Give it some time.”

“He saved me Friday night.” Kali hadn’t forgotten Rhane’s warning, but she had to say
something
. Her parents needed to know what type of person he really was.

Lisa’s expression was puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“Some creep at the theater was harassing me. When the movie got out, he was waiting outside. I didn’t know what was going to happen. I was so scared. Then Rhane showed up and made him go away.”

After a beat of stunned silence, Lisa gathered Kali into her bosom, hugging her tightly and patting her hair. “Thank God, you’re alright.”

“I didn’t say anything sooner because I didn’t want you guys to worry.”

“Honey, we’re parents. The worrying started as soon as your beautiful little face came to us. It never stopped after that.”

Kali mustered a small smile. “But you don’t have to worry about him. He really is a nice guy.”

“Kali, he’s eight years older than you.”

“Isn’t Greg eight years older than you?”

Lisa pursed her lips. “Yeah, and I thought he was a nice guy too.” But then she laughed, shaking her head. “Maybe you should rethink law school.” Her expression got serious again.
“This is such a horrible time for both of us to leave town for work. I’ll be flying out in a few days and Greg’s plane leaves late tonight for D.C. Maybe one of us should cancel. Larry has been great in assisting me these last few years for the defense. I think he’s ready. He could take the chair for me.”

Excitement fluttered through Kali. She had forgotten her parents were going away so soon. It’d be impossible for them to keep a foot down about her dating life from hundreds of miles away. “You don’t have to do that. Rozzy’s here to help look after me. We’ll be fine.”

“As long as you two try to get along and work together.” Patting her shoulder, Lisa rose from the bed. “You were an independent and spirited young thing when Greg and I first met you. We did our best to nurture and not stifle. You’ve always followed your own heart, Kali. But at least consider what I said. Don’t rush things.” She lingered with her hand against the doorknob. “And I wouldn’t worry too much about your father. Over the years he’s gotten good at recognizing bad guys. He also knows a nice guy when he meets one.”

Feeling hopeful, Kali allowed herself to genuinely smile.

Chapter 32

A line of ants ran single file next to the dusty sole of a worn leather boot, unaware of the potential it held to crush their lives out of existence. Not that the thought had crossed the mind of the boot’s wearer. Human or animal, Rhane had lost the taste for killing long ago. The way he lounged against the tree lent him the air of a young slacker cutting class, simply too carefree to bother with the hassle of nearing midterms. But appearances were deceiving.

York stood nearby. Over time, he had gotten a decent handle on reading his friend and knew Rhane was nowhere near as relaxed as his mannerisms led one to believe. Rhane lifted his attention from the ants and looked up. Only years of close association had conditioned York against flinching at Rhane’s unsettling disfigurement.

Kin of their entire race were of dark hair and brown eyes. Those born of royal lines were set apart by white hair and translucent irises. But in a genetic twist of cruelty, Rhane ended up with eyes the color of Bane silver, the Glowing Stone. The oddity labeled him cursed and made him an outcast. And yet, somehow he and York became and remained good friends, even after a much younger Rhane rivaled him in rank.

“Tell me how she summoned you,” Rhane said.

York jumped into the story immediately. “Tuesday morning, I was driving down the road when suddenly I got slammed with a skull splitting headache. It was like someone was beating me with a hammer. Got so disoriented, I wrecked my truck. It was her voice I heard, but not the one she has now. It was the old Kalista, the one from before.”

“What did she say?”

He shook his head slightly. “I couldn’t make out the words. There was no sense to any of it. She was in significant distress. You gave an order to stay, but it sounded like you might need some help here.”

“You were right to come.” Rhane was watching the ants again. “Were the others affected?”

“No, only me.”

He digested the new information. “She doesn’t remember anything. None of the past or me. She has no idea what she is capable of. And from what I can tell, most of her abilities are either latent or weakened.” As York gazed off at the dorms across the street, Rhane sensed his reservation. York almost certainly wanted to ask something that had the potential to piss him off.

And he did. “Do you think this is
your
Kalista, the woman you’ve been searching for all this time?”

The question did irritate him, but Rhane could understand why York would need to ask. He committed himself to be tolerant. “It’s her.”

“Are you absolutely certain?”

Rhane frowned. “You know I hate repeating myself.”

“Right.” Rounding his shoulders, York folded his arms. “Okay then, tell me this. Why, after all this time, were you only able to find her now? And in the United States of all places, how much further from home could she get?”

He wasn’t being insubordinate; he was concerned. For all the ages Rhane had known York, he couldn’t remember a time his friend hadn’t been there for him. So, when white-hot anger stabbed through his chest, it wasn’t aimed at York, and it didn’t stem from the line of questioning. The anger grew from the painful memory of that day of blood and ash. The day when he had lost everything. “You know I don’t believe she just left us. Kalista…she wouldn’t have done that.”

York suppressed a sigh of regret. He hadn’t meant to take Rhane back to such a horrible place, especially knowing Rhane blamed himself every single day for what had happened. Days became years. Years turned into decades. And decades had stretched into centuries. Such a heavy burden of conscience threatened Rhane’s soul. They never spoke about the incident. Talk of it only pushed Rhane deeper into the dark place.

York chose his words carefully. “A lot of people died that day, more or less our entire kin. But it wasn’t your fault... Kalista was afraid for her own life. She ran.” He watched Rhane’s eyes begin to glow from within. Darkness mixed into the uncanny shade of green. Unique to him, the singularity typically happened when Rhane was really angry or really turned on. Since it definitely wasn’t the latter, York quickly added, “I’m not saying she’s responsible for the massacre. I don’t believe that either.”

Rhane’s irises continued to pulse. He had learned to control it long ago, but right then he didn’t care to. “You don’t understand. I found her after the incident. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t carry out my orders. Something had her afraid. So frightened, she could barely speak. She couldn’t tell me what had happened. But it didn’t matter. I planned to lose the army and meet up with her later. We were going run together.”

York exhaled heavily. It was difficult to process Rhane’s confession and keep listening. “But you ran into Flynn and his legion.”